로그인Everything. 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
Streetlights glowed against the dark evening sky. And standing in the middle of it all, clutching my backpack against my chest, I had absolutely no idea what I was supposed to do next. For a moment, I just stood there, the bus hissed behind me. A few passengers walked around me with annoyed expres
My eyes burned, "Does my mom know?" Perla hesitated, then shook her head, a tear rolled down her cheek, "No. Hazel doesn't know but listen to me," she continued quickly, grabbing both my hands, "I will get a message to her. Somehow. I don't care how long it takes. The second I get an opportunity, I
"Emotional exhaustion is still exhaustion." Perla sighed. The saleswoman standing nearby immediately hid a smile. I crossed my arms, "How many stores have we been in?" Perla handed the handbag back, "I don't know." I groaned. Three whole hours. Three hours of expensive dresses, shoes that cost
I looked at her, and she smiled proudly, so incredibly proud. The same smile she used to give me after every recital and after every tiny childhood performance where I forgot half the choreography and made the rest up. Tears threatened unexpectedly. I swallowed them back. Tonight wasn't for crying



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