LOGINAdriano slowly lifted his boot, letting the blood drip off the leather onto the concrete as his stare swept across the rest. "Now," he whispered, a terrifying smile finally touching the corners of his lips, "Who else feels like telling me a story?" Morgan started sobbing violently. I shook my h
No, no! "I wasn't even there when they hurt the girl!" Cole yelled, "They brought her to me already bleeding! Brianna was the one who hit her in the head! She used a heavy wooden club from the garage! They carried her in here like a sack of rocks, and I was the one who washed the blood off her fac
Cole’s chest heaved, his eyes turned frantic, like a rat looking for a hole in the wall. "I know how Chicago works. You don't survive in this city by picking a fight with the Capones," he slowly shook his head, "I'm not suicidal." My stomach twisted. No. He was lying. I made a desperate sound
"Move!" Capone guards surged forward with frightening speed. Cole's men reached for their weapons but they never got the chance. One guard twisted a man's arm behind his back before he had even cleared his waistband. Another kicked a pistol across the concrete floor. Boots thundered in every dire
I looked at Cole again. He wasn't even watching us. He was checking his phone. Rage exploded inside me, "MMPH!" I lunged forward as far as the ropes allowed. "If she keeps doing that," he said calmly, "she'll reopen the wound." I wanted to claw his face apart. I wanted to scream. Instead, anoth
Gianna ━⊰ ❦ ⊱━ Pain. That was the first thing I felt. It was a deep, heavy ache that pulsed through the back of my head. It throbbed with every heartbeat, every breath, every tiny movement. A quiet whimper escaped me before I even opened my eyes. The world slowly came into focus. The ceiling a
"How chivalrous. Truly," I snapped. "I’m not getting on. Call a car." Raphael turned the handlebars, the engine roaring with a sound that vibrated in my teeth. He looked at me, "Listen closely, Princess. It’s either the bike, or I tie a rope around your waist and drag you behind me like a pull-toy.
Gianna ━⊰ ❦ ⊱━ The click of the lock made me snap awake, my heart thumping hard against my ribs. I scrambled to sit up, my hair a mess and my head spinning. I had no idea how long I’d been out. With no windows to show the sun and no clock on the wall. My phone was gone, likely at the bottom of a
“That was already a given,” I muttered. “I’m saying it anyway,” she shot back. “You don’t get to blur lines just because you feel like it.” My jaw ticked, but I said nothing. “Fourth,” she added, “you don’t control me outside of this.” That one made me smile, “That’s not how this works.” “It is
"Punishment?" I repeated, my fear momentarily eclipsed by a spark of indignation. "I just lost my phone, it's not a big deal and you’re talking about punishment?" Salvatore turned his head toward me, his neck tendons standing out like steel cables. Looking at him then, it hit me, every single one o







