MasukSome children didn't move and some simply couldn't, so I went to them. One boy had curled himself against the wall, trembling so badly his teeth clicked together. I crouched and lifted him. He felt almost weightless, his head dropped against my shoulder, “I'm taking you somewhere safe.” I carried
Adriano was among the first through the nearest entrance, two men followed him, then five more. Then another group broke toward the eastern side of the building. Within seconds, the courtyard that had been packed with armed men began emptying into the facility. I stayed on the roof, watching them
I climbed over the fallen box, kicked open the door on the opposite side, and ran through before he could recover. Then I saw the stairs. I didn't stop to think. I ran up, and the first flight nearly broke me. My lungs burned because of that poisonous gas, my legs felt weak, and my throat was still
I grabbed his shoulder without thinking, my fingers pressing against warm skin and the bruising underneath it. He tasted faintly of blood, and for one strange second the whole room disappeared. There was only Raphael. His mouth moved against mine once more before he pulled back. Our foreheads ne
Gianna ━⊰ ❦ ⊱━ The punch landed with a loud crack. Leone's head snapped to the side, and his body stumbled with the force of it, then Raphael moved again. He didn't fight like a man who had lost control. He fought like a man who had made a decision. His bare feet planted firmly against the flo
His blood-stained fingers flew over the keyboard, each movement quick and precise. He ignored the warning screens and went straight through the master security controls, bypassing the override that kept my cage locked. "Come on, sweetheart," Leone grunted over me, he unzipped his pants with a jerk,
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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Waiting. For heartbreak. For regret. For grief. Nothing came. Only relief. And for the first time since his name had appeared on my screen... I smiled. ──━⊰ 𓆙 ⊱━── The office floor hummed around me. Monitors glowed from every direction. Lines of code scrolled endlessly across screens. Pho
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







