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Others sat staring blankly at the floor, their small bodies bruised, thin, and drained of all life. They were being harvested. Kept alive in glass boxes like spare parts for my father's sick, profitable machine. A broken, breathless sob tore from my chest. My hands slapped against the cold glass of
A hospital without patients. A hospital without humanity. I looked around slowly, “What the fuck is this?” One of the guards walked ahead and opened a door, “Inside.” It was a small office with a desk, two chairs, a filing cabinet, a computer and a single fluorescent light buzzing above my head.
"That's not what I asked." Leone swore under his breath, then he turned toward me. I stepped back immediately, "What?" "Hold still." "Why?" "Because if the Capones put a tracker on you—" "Then you should've thought about that before dragging me onto a fucking island." He grabbed my shoulder.
"And I would gladly do that." He stepped closer, "We have other families waiting for us to fall. Other gangs. Other men who have been waiting years for an opening." He pointed toward the darkness beyond the marina. "We lose this operation, we lose the money that keeps our territory protected. We
“How fucking convenient,” I spat, “Blame all of this on me again, just like you always do.” He sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose, like I was the one making his life difficult. “I'm not blaming you.” He lowered his hand. “I just need time. I need to buy enough time to get control of this Co
Gianna ━⊰ ❦ ⊱━ The car hadn't even come to a full stop before the door beside me opened. Cold air rushed into the back seat. I barely had time to lift my head before Leone reached inside and grabbed my arm. "Move." I planted my feet against the floor, "No." His fingers tightened around my uppe
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
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