MasukHis fingers closed around mine, “You won't.” Perla leaned forward and placed her hand over ours, “None of us are doing that again.” I looked at her, “We call. We visit. We annoy each other. We fight over stupid things. We celebrate birthdays together. Whatever it takes.” Gio nodded, “And if you d
“Then don't be like him.” His eyes returned to mine. I closed the folder, “I don't want you learning how to be one from Dad. You'll work under Vincenzo.” Gio blinked, “Vincenzo Capone?” “Two years.” “Two?” “You'll shadow him. You'll learn how a real head of the family handles people, money, c
I bit my lip, “Big brother?” His eyes turned into slits, “Do not say things like that when I'm already using every ounce of self-control I have not to move.” I narrowed my eyes back at him, my arms slipped around his neck naturally, I smiled sweetly, “As I said before…” I pulled him a little close
His thumb brushed over my knuckles. “Maybe one day, a few years from now, we'll want a child.” The corner of his mouth lifted, “Yeah...” “But if that day comes, I want us to know we're both ready. Mentally. Emotionally. I want to be healthy enough to give them the life they deserve. And when I'
Raphael's thumb brushed my cheek, “You were grieving—” I cut him off immediately before he tried to rationalize my bad decisions, “I left Gio, too.” That one hurt differently. “My little brother had to stay there with him. With Dad. I didn't stop to think about what that would do to him. I was so
“You had to hold my hand through most of our relationship. It wasn't fair to you.” My laughter disappeared. “If you hadn't pushed me away when you did, I might never have understood how much I loved you. You forced me to face things I would've avoided forever.” His thumb moved slowly over the bac
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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