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“Scroll slowly.” My finger moved down the screen, looking everywhere, “We need to hurry before Leone gets back.” “Stop.” I stopped. “Go back one.” I did. Raphael watched every movement through the glass, his eyes tracking the screen with sharp focus, “Look for anything that says security, faci
Nobody listened, the children were moved toward the outer sections of the building. I saw small faces looking around in fear. Some were crying loudly, while the others didn't make a sound at all. That silence was worse. Raphael had gone completely still inside his cage. His eyes followed every chi
I blinked. My mind went back to that time—the moment I'd first believed the Capones were responsible. I remembered the fear. The confusion. The way I'd looked at them and wondered why they would do something so cruel. I'd believed it. The room seemed to tilt, “No…” “He defended you right until
I wanted to listen. God, I wanted to. But the thought of Leone turning that rage toward Raphael made my chest tighten. I looked back at Leone, “Don't you dare touch him.” Something almost amused crossed his face, “Oh, no. Not him.” Then he turned away and my confusion lasted only a second as he
Leone's lips curled in disgust, “You and Junior never loved him.” My brows pulled together, “What are you—” “You never gave him what he needed,” his voice rose, “You weren't there for him the way I was.” “Leone, that's not—” “I was,” he pointed at himself, “I stayed. When everyone else had somet
Gianna ━⊰ ❦ ⊱━ Leone didn't seem to hear anything around him. He was still on the floor beside Dad, one hand pressed against the wound, the other gripping his shoulder, “Gio,” he shook him gently, “Come on. Wake up.” Leone swallowed hard. “No. No, you don't get to do this,” his breathing becam
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







