Mag-log inLeonardo slowly nodded, "That's a direct violation." Vincenzo turned toward him, "Now you remember." Leonardo looked up. Vincenzo smiled, "I was beginning to worry the rules had become selective." Leonardo's jaw tightened, "I made a mistake." Vincenzo raised an eyebrow, "One?" Leonardo said no
Gianna looked toward him, "Is it going to hurt today?" Vance looked toward the monitor, he said nothing. The warning alarm sounded. Gianna shifted. The machine activated and her body jerked. The Council went silent. Another violent movement, the restraints pulled tight, the alarms grew louder.
Leonardo shifted in his chair, "You called us here again after the Council already ruled." "I did." "You lost, just fucking accept it and move the fuck on." A faint, almost amused smile touched Vincenzo's mouth, "Yes," he said calmly. "I lost." His eyes moved slowly from Nikolai to Leonardo, Val
Civilians who had nothing to do with their wars were left alone. A man could choose this life and accept the consequences. A child couldn't. Neither could an innocent person who had never asked to become part of it. Those rules were older than any of them. Break them, and you weren't simply brea
Ciro answered immediately, "On it." The helicopter descended into the darkness and I smiled. There was nothing happy about what came next. I smiled because the men who had taken Gianna still believed they had time. They didn't. ──━⊰ 𓆙 ⊱━── Vincenzo sat at the head of the table, his jacket sti
Another second they had to move her. Another second for someone to make a decision I couldn't undo. My fingers tightened around the phone. I had spent years making decisions without knowing why certain things mattered to me. I understood now. Gianna mattered. And it was not because she was usef
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







