Mag-log inEverything. 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
Gianna ━⊰ ❦ ⊱━ The wall was freezing against my bare back, but my skin was screaming. "If you’re still standing here in the next few seconds…" Raphael’s voice wasn't just a sound. It was a vibration that started in the floor and crawled up my legs, settling right in the pit of my stomach. "…I
The meeting in the library dragged on for another hour until Claire finally called Vincenzo and told him to end it as it was five in the morning. One by one, my brothers drifted out. I walked through the dark halls of our estate. I climbed the stairs, my mind stuck on the sick irony of the word ad
Vincenzo’s eyebrows furrowed, his jaw setting hard, "Decided what, Dad?" Our father looked at each of us, one by one, "I’ve decided to officially adopt Gianna and Jules," he said, "The legal paperwork is already with my lawyer. It’s a full, binding adoption. Since Jules is still a minor, her mother
I didn't look up from my screen immediately then I slowly raised an eyebrow, my expression flat. "Did he tell you why I threw him there in the first place?" Adriano stopped tracing the map of Indiana. He leaned back, "What did the idiot do to earn a death sentence in the shipyard?" I felt my jaw t







