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Adriano 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
Raphael ━━ ⛓ ━━ I tried to focus on the screen at the front of the room. One of my lead engineers was droning on about the new firewall, pointing at charts and lines of code that usually would have had my full attention. But my eyes kept sliding to the left. I kept looking through the floor-to-ce
He looked up at me, his eyes dark and empty of anything but need. He didn't give me a second to breathe. His hands slid from my waist, one pinning the small of my back against him while the other bunched the silk of my blouse, kneading my breast with a careless pressure. I squeezed my eyes shut,
Gianna ━⊰ ❦ ⊱━ "Gianna," he said softly. It was the kind of soft that was scarier than shouting. "Yeah?" He turned the tablet around and slid it across the desk toward me. His finger pointed to a string of numbers. "This is the encryption key for the main server. You wrote it as 7-B-4-9."
“What does that mean, Gianna?” he asked, “You grew up in a mansion. Surrounded by guards, money, power,” his gaze dragged over my face, searching, “So tell me… who the hell was putting their hands on you hard enough that this—” his fingers hovered near my cheek, not touching, but close enough to bur


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