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
I still talked through the helmet, even though my voice was muffled, he still understood me. At first, we just talked about random things, the architecture of the old buildings we passed, the way the morning light hit the glass towers in the distance, and how the city felt completely different when
Raphael held my weight against his chest, his dark eyes looking down at me with a lazy, arrogant kind of amusement. "I wouldn't worry about work, Mess," he said, as his thumb brushed against my hip, "Maybe your boss will cut you some slack today." A small, breathless smile tugged at the corner of
I stared at him. My breathing slowed slightly. “You process information differently,” he continued, “Not worse. Differently.” Nobody had ever said it like that before. Different. Not defective. Not broken. Different. Raphael gestured vaguely toward the woods behind us. “You know wh
Raphael’s jaw clenched harder. “My father started getting angry,” my voice turned smaller now, “At first he thought I wasn't trying hard enough. So I tried harder.” My fingers curled tightly into my palm. I didn't tell him about my sessions with the doctor that was the secret I was taking to my







