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Everything. 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
"I didn't mean it in a bad way, Gianna," he said softly. I didn't answer. I just narrowed my eyes, glaring at him through my eyelashes with all the anger I had been holding onto since this afternoon. "I wasn't trying to say you're crazy," he murmured, "I wasn't implying you need to be fixed, or t
The memory made me feel physically sick. The cold weight of his old betrayal pressed down hard on my chest, making it difficult to breathe in the quiet bedroom. I looked back down at the tablet Raphael had made to protect me, and then back at the flashing red alerts from the boy who had ruined me.
"Gianna, let me explain what I meant," Raphael said as he reached out an arm to block my path. I dodged his hand with a twist of my shoulders, completely ignoring his touch like he was nothing. I slammed my palm against the wooden door, threw it open, and stepped out into the hallway without giving
Raphael turned and walked over to the office door. But right before he opened it, he stopped. He stood there for a quiet moment, his back to me, before he slowly turned around to look at me one last time. He looked unusually hesitant, his broad shoulders shifting as he cleared his throat. "Do you..







