MasukHe stood there looking at me like he had handed me the answer to a question I'd been asking for months. Then, slowly, he took my hand. Not lifting it, not drawing me closer, just threading his fingers through mine between us and holding on, his thumb brushing softly against my skin as though that
I should have been excited. I should have been focused. Instead, I kept thinking about Mom. She was the only reason I was doing this. That thought settled somewhere deep inside my chest. Claire, Madeleine and Jules were practically vibrating with excitement. Salvatore had somehow rented half the f
Every alarm in my body went off at once. I looked around and nobody even looked surprised. That scared me more than Cole did. I turned sharply toward Mama D, "What is he doing here?" Mama D looked exhausted, older than I had ever seen her, "We owe him money." I stared, "I know that but what is he
Emma looked away first. Morgan stared at the television. Tasha suddenly became very interested in her drink. A cold feeling settled into my stomach, "Mama D?" She sighed heavily, "Kid..." I took another step, "What is going on?" One of the men stood, "The fuck this bitch is doing back here?" "
I stared at him. Mom laughed harder, "Salvatore!" "What?" he asked innocently. "You think I'd sit quietly while some stranger informed me what I can and cannot do for four hours?" I watched the familiar exchange, the bickering, the teasing. The easy comfort between them, it felt normal. For a fe
Gianna ━⊰ ❦ ⊱━ I sat curled up on the couch with my phone in my hand, staring at the screen. The call rang. And rang. And rang. Then voicemail. I frowned and immediately hit redial. Mama D always answered. Always. Even if she was busy. Even if she couldn't talk. Even if she was in the middle







