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Vance smiled, “I thought you surrendered.” “I did,” I kept my hand against the glass, “I just didn't promise you would live long enough to enjoy it.” Vance smiled, “I thought you surrendered.” “I did,” I stated, “I never said I was going to make it easy for you to survive the consequences.” Leon
A knife followed, then another. I pulled the spare magazine from my belt and dropped it beside the weapons. One by one, everything I had carried onto this island landed on the floor between us. I raised both hands, “I'm here,” my eyes never left Gianna, “Now shut the gas off.” Vance watched me ca
This was different. For the first time in my life, I was the one standing on the other side of the weapon. The one forced to wait. The one whose choices had been taken away because someone else held the person I couldn't afford to lose. They had her. And that meant, for the first time, my life wa
Vance kept his eyes on me. “You wanted to make him surrender?” Leone asked, breathing hard through his clenched teeth. Vance lifted the remote, “Five minutes, Capone.” I stared at the cage, at the mist thickened around Gianna's legs. She coughed twice, her eyes going wide. “Come out. Put your w
He raised it above his head, “Don't.” The amusement was gone from his voice. There was only fear now. Blood ran down his sleeve from the wound in his other arm, dripping onto the floor as he held the remote tighter, his thumb hovering over the button. “If you fire again, she dies.” Everything ins
Raphael ━━ ⛓ ━━ The voices reached me through the vent before I saw them. Giovanni. Leone. And Elias fucking Crowe. I stopped moving, the entire facility seemed to disappear. There was only the sound of my own breathing and the image that had been burned into my mind since I first saw her
Raphael ━━ ⛓ ━━ I leaned against the cold brick wall of the mansion, my arms crossed, watching the show. Our soldiers were busy dragging in the trash, fifty men, all bound at the wrists, their faces covered in bruises and tears. They were lined up like cattle ready for the slaughter. This was th
Gianna ━⊰ ❦ ⊱━ I was back at the Rose Garden, which was basically a fancy way of saying a place where girls got dressed up to be arm candy for guys with too much money. "I’m telling you, Mama D, they aren’t humans," I groaned, throwing my head back so hard my ponytail nearly hit the floor. "The
Raphael ━━ ⛓ ━━ Gold-digging whores. I didn’t even have to look at them to know that’s exactly what they were. The smell of desperation always clung to women like them, no matter how much expensive perfume they sprayed on their wrists to hide it. Hazel Kinsley. She was the widow of some patheti
Gianna ━⊰ ❦ ⊱━ I tugged at the scrap of black lace riding up my hip. This outfit wasn’t clothes, it was a prayer. A tiny, see-through prayer. I caught my reflection in the cracked dressing room mirror and barely recognized the girl staring back. The silver wig was cold and synthetic against my







