LOGINEverything. Vincenzo stared out the window toward the city lights, "What else?" I exhaled slowly, "More problems," I said as I crushed the cigarette into the ashtray, "But I have a solution. We find a way to get Leone Caruso alone. Away from his people. Away from Philadelphia. Away from anyone who
Vincenzo nodded, "Questions lead to records, records lead to money. Money leads to people and people lead to us." Adriano's smile disappeared. I gave him a sharp nod, "If there are hazardous materials stored there, blowing it up could contaminate the surrounding water, there are fishing routes nea
But no matter how many times I looked at it, the message stayed exactly the same. My face felt alarmingly hot before I could even recover, another notification appeared. Raph: Use your impressive college education to calculate those odds. Raph: Goodnight, ballerina. Raph: Before I say something
My heart legit stopped beating for a while. Me: And? Raph: And I've recently discovered that I was wrong. For a solid five seconds, I just sat there blinking at my phone. Was this Raphael? The same Raphael who treated emotions like unexploded bombs? The same Raphael who could discuss homicide
Salvatore stood near the bottom of the stairs leading into the jet, one hand in his pocket, this was completely normal for him. A soldier approached him, "Aircraft and perimeter secured and runway cleared." We climbed the stairs. Mom's wheelchair was lifted smoothly by a specialized aircraft ramp
Gianna ━⊰ ❦ ⊱━ My eyes stayed locked on Leone and everything else faded. The smile on his face didn't move. It stayed exactly where it was, like he had all the time in the world. A cold feeling slid down my spine, then I noticed movement, not from Leone, from every corner of the restaurant. Men
──━⊰ 𓆙 ⊱━── I sat at the long dining table with my back straight and my hands folded too tightly around my fork. Everything in this house always felt too large, like it was built to remind people how small they really were. I didn’t look at him right away. I focused on the plate in front o
Gianna ━⊰ ❦ ⊱━ "Where were you last night?" My mom stood in the doorway. I didn't turn around immediately. I just kept my back to her, slowly setting my hairdryer down on the dresser. "What?" I asked, trying to keep my voice flat. She stepped into the room, crossing her arms tight over he
My stomach twisted strangely as I stared at them. My toes flexed slightly, testing the tightness of the wrap. The burning pain from last night had dulled into a throb, but it wasn’t raw anymore. It wasn’t bleeding anymore. Someone had cleaned them. Someone had wrapped them. A memory slipped into
I swallowed hard, the metallic taste of the drug still stinging my throat. "I want you to give me your word that what happened last night stays between us," he rasped, a cruel smile pulling at his lips, "If a single word about last night reaches Claire, or Madeleine, or especially my Aunt Alessia.






