LOGINA very long chapter! Enjoy! ❣️
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
And suddenly I understood why everyone had been acting strange. Why Salvatore looked at her the way he did. Why Vincenzo insisted on taking her to the doctor himself. Why Claire checked on her constantly. Why everyone seemed careful around her. God. God. God. My stomach lurched. Mom's voic
Mom lowered her head, "Gianna..." "No," my chest hurt, "I don't understand." Claire pushed her chair back, and came towards me, "Hey, come here, your mom is attached to you." I laughed weakly, "Attached?" "Yes." "Claire, I'm going to live ten minutes away." "I know." "Then why is everyone act
"Jules." "What?" My little sister glared at Raphael and then looked back at me, "If she murdered somebody, I want details." Mom laughed softly and the sound pulled my attention toward her. She sat at the table with her tea in both hands, smiling at Jules with so much affection it made my chest ac
When I glanced up again, for the strangest moment, it almost looked like he wanted to say something... something important, something impossible but neither of us spoke. Because the entire family sat around us. Because reality still existed. Because some things were too complicated to fit into wo







