LOGINMy stomach dropped and Dad immediately stepped toward him, “Put that away, Leone.” “No,” Leone walked toward Raphael's cage, “I need to remind those Capone bitches that I'm serious,” he stopped in front of the glass and lifted the knife, letting the blade catch the light, “When I put this against t
He paused. “And before you ask, no, it probably won't be sitting in the middle of the wall with a giant red button.” I almost smiled, “Then where?” “That depends on how the engineer they hired designed the maintenance system,” His gaze moved slowly over every part of my cage, “It could be behind
I hesitated, “I’m trying to get one from Dad, I'm making him think you're useful.” His mouth twitched, “You're making him think?” “I told him you could make more money for him than Vance ever did,” I whispered. He stared at me with narrowed eyes, “You've been selling me.” I pursed my lips, “Not
His eyebrows lifted, and he scoffed, “I am not being stubborn.” “You are absolutely being stubborn.” “I am standing exactly where I need to stand.” “You're standing six feet away from me.” “Four.” I blinked in confusion. He glanced at the floor, “Four feet.” Despite everything, I almost laug
Raph stepped toward the glass again, slowly tilting his head as he looked at me. Whatever warmth had been in his eyes was gone, replaced by something cold, “And after everything he did to you, you decided the best place to go was back to him?” There was no softness left in his voice, only disbelief
Gianna ━⊰ ❦ ⊱━ The sound of his voice hit me so hard that I flinched, more in shock than fear. My back struck the opposite wall, and I stood there frozen, staring at him through the glass. Raph had never shouted at me. I had seen him angry before. He was always cold, irritated, dangerous in tha
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







