LOGIN"Vincenzo, no!" Gianna screamed, throwing herself forward. "Please! Don't do this to her!" She fought against my hold with everything she had. "Relax, Gianna," I said quietly, pulling her firmly against my chest as she struggled to break free. Under any other circumstances, I would have loosened
"Because she's street-level waste," Vincenzo said, his voice flat, almost bored. "And she made a street-level decision." Dante released Cole, who crumpled to the floor, then swung the laptop around so we could see the screen, "I've got Mercer's footage," he said. "It lines up with his version. Cole
He straightened as much as Dante's grip allowed, fixing his attention entirely on my brother. "I know what the Capone name means. You don't poke a sleeping tiger unless you're looking to get eaten alive. Everything I did tonight was to prove my loyalty." It was convincing and logically structured.
Denise collapsed into herself, a broken, animalistic wail tearing from her throat as her head hung so low her forehead nearly touched the blood pooling beneath her. "That is the truth, Gianna!" she cried. "I was just so tired. You don't know what it's like to have people threatening to kill you eve
Alfonso moved instantly. He lunged forward, grabbing Morgan and jerking her head back until her neck strained. He jammed the barrel of his pistol into her mouth. She let out a muffled, terrified sob, her hands shaking in the air as she choked around the gun. My eyes returned to Denise, locking ont
"But right now... my only job is to make sure nobody ever hurts you again." I couldn't help her while she was pulling against the ropes still wrapped around her ankles. "Stay still." She didn't, "Raphael, please—" "I said stay still." I crouched in front of her and pulled the knife from my belt
I would have been perfect until my Mom tried to tell me that there was nothing wrong with me, that I was "normal" and "perfect just the way I am..." "You could be so much more," I murmured to myself, smoothing the wet strands of hair away from my forehead. I could almost feel his heavy hand on my s
"Don't you touch her!" I stepped in front of him, "Name your price, Cole. A real price." Cole turned his eyes on me. They were dark, greedy, and full of a sick kind of power. He looked at me, then at Brianna, Emma, and Jasmine. "You want her back? Fine," he said, his voice turning cold. "But Denis
──━⊰ 𓆙 ⊱━── After the last lecture ended, I felt my phone buzz in my pocket. I pulled it out to see a text from Raphael. It was short and blunt, ordering me to get to the office immediately. I stared at his name on the screen for a second, my heart doing that annoying little skip. I didn't reply
My body remembered everything: the hallway, the heat of his breath, and the way I had screamed his name into my pillow just a few hours ago. I took a slow sip of coffee, the bitter liquid burning my throat. I focused on the sound of Salvatore's newspaper rustling. "You're quiet this morning, Gian







