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TWENTY-ONE YEARS EARLIEREvangeline “Wake up, Evangeline! Please, I beg you—wake up!” Chamilla’s whisper cracked like glass, her trembling fingers digging into my shoulders as if she could shake the life back into me.A low groan tore from my throat. Pain blazed through every nerve, my body a battlefield of bruises and broken fire. Even breathing felt like punishment, as though my own ribs had turned against me.Tears streaked Chamilla’s cheeks, falling hot onto my skin. “We must leave now. Before they come back.” Her voice was soaked in desperation, each word cutting through the haze in my head.The world blurred before sharpening in cruel fragments—her quivering mouth, the blood on my dress, the cellar walls stained with shadows. My vision spotted white, but when it cleared, I saw her expression collapse.“Why… why are you crying?” My own voice sounded strange, foreign, raw.Her lips trembled. “Because you’ve been beaten, signora.”Beaten. The word struck me harder than any fist ha

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Evangeline The instant I crossed the threshold, the air shifted. A chill crept along my spine, thick with menace, and I knew—something was very wrong.Their eyes found me first. My mother’s hands were knotted together in her lap like she was praying for a miracle. My father sat in his armchair, whiskey sweating in his fist, newspaper crumpled in the other. Their silence cut sharper than any blade.“Evangeline.” My father’s voice was low, heavy with the kind of danger that leaves no room for escape. “We need to talk.”My pulse thundered as I stepped closer, my throat tightening. “Papa… what’s wrong?”His gaze pinned me where I stood. “Where have you been?”They knew. God help me, they knew.The secret I had carried, fragile as glass, shattered in that single breath. I had told myself our love could survive the war between our families. But I had been naïve. So very naïve.Drawing in air that felt like knives, I whispered, “I was with Alonzo Georgino.”My father’s face twisted into fur

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Evangeline Blood has a price, and tonight it was paid in full. Damian’s life for my freedom. The moment the truth hit, it felt like a blade twisted inside me. My lungs refused to work, grief crushing down like an iron vice.“No,” I gasped, my voice raw and shaking. “No, no, no! They killed him because of me—because I was too selfish, too blind!”Tears streamed uncontrollably, each drop heavier than the last. The guilt was unbearable, like drowning in chains I couldn’t shake off.Alonzo’s hand caught my face, his touch fierce yet unbearably gentle. His eyes burned into mine. “Evangeline, listen to me.” His voice cut through the chaos. “This is not your fault. Damian made his choice. His duty was to protect you, and he accepted the price. He knew what he was walking into.”But I couldn’t stop the sobs tearing out of me, couldn’t stop whispering broken apologies into the void. Damian… forgive me. Please, forgive me.“Evangeline!” Alonzo’s voice sharpened, urgent, desperate. “I need you

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Giselle The candy bar dangled from my lips like a pathetic shield against the world, its sweetness a cruel contrast to the unease gnawing in my gut. I shoved my earbuds in, Billie Eilish whispering Birds of a Feather into my skull as the sun pressed warm fingers against my face. For one fleeting moment, everything almost felt normal.But normal doesn’t last. Not for me.I veered down the shortcut, pocketing the candy wrapper before Mrs. Willowbee could spot me. That woman and her ketchup-chip obsession were enough to haunt my nightmares. Worse were her gnomes—lined in perfect ranks across her lawn, their chipped smiles frozen in eerie welcome. I swear their painted eyes followed me, mocking, knowing.My fence came into view. I tossed my backpack over and vaulted after it, landing with an undignified oomph on the grass. Dirt clung to my jeans as I hauled myself upright, trying to shake off the sudden prickle skating down my spine.That’s when I saw it.The screen door. Crooked. Hangin

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Giselle His gaze flicked past me, and I followed it—straight to the sight that ripped my soul in half.Mom’s body. Still. Silent. A blade of grief carved through my chest so violently I nearly collapsed beside her.“They stormed in without warning,” my father rasped, his voice fractured, broken. “They spoke Italian… and your mother—” He stopped, shuddering, eyes swimming with pain. “She looked at them like she knew them. Like she’d seen their faces before.”My hands fumbled at the ropes binding his wrists. “Dad, I need to get you out of here. Now.”“No—stop, baby. Stop!” His urgent plea froze me, my breath catching.I sank back onto my heels, shaking, meeting his feverish stare. “But I can’t just leave you tied here!”His chest heaved, blood staining the corner of his mouth. “Listen to me. Find Malik. He’ll keep you safe.”My tears blurred the room. “Uncle Malik? He knows about this? About them?”“There isn’t time,” he gasped. “They may still be in the house.”“Who, Dad? Who are they

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Giselle My stomach felt like it was eating itself as this psycho casually stepped out of our fucking closet like he was emerging from a spa day. Cool as ice, he turned to face the cops who’d shown up to what they thought was a routine call.Wrong night for routine.The officer’s scream cut through the house like a chainsaw, followed by the symphony of our furniture becoming kindling. Grunts, crashes, the whole violent orchestra.“Get off me!” Mom’s voice—raw, desperate, nothing like the woman who sang me lullabies.“No, no, no, no!” Dad’s pleas hit different than his usual dad-jokes. This was pure terror in surround sound.I wanted to burst out of this cramped hiding spot and do something—anything—but Uncle Malik’s grip kept me anchored to helplessness.“Stronzo!” The second killer went full Italian rage mode. “You fucking bitch!” More angry Italian followed, words I didn’t understand but felt in my bones.Then silence. The kind that means everything just changed forever.“Let’s bou

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Giselle The silence was so thick I could practically choke on it. My brain was doing that thing where it fires off questions like a broken machine gun—what the hell was so dangerous they couldn’t tell me? What kind of threat required witness protection program levels of secrecy? I felt like the unwilling star of some fucked-up thriller movie.“And this,” Malik said, finally breaking the death-silence as he handed me a phone that looked like it cost more than my college fund, “is your lifeline. My number’s in there, Madilyn’s too. Keep it short. Emergencies only. Got it?”I nodded, gripping the phone like it was a time machine that could somehow rewind to when my biggest problem was calculus homework. “Yeah. Got it,” I whispered, my voice doing that shaky thing that happens right before you completely lose your shit.Madilyn flashed me what was probably supposed to be a reassuring smile, but it looked more like something you’d give someone right before delivering bad news. “Live norma

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Giselle A new fucking life.When I landed in Chicago, I needed work that didn’t come with background checks or nosy questions. So here I am—waitress slash dancer at a club where real names are about as common as uNicholasrns. Perfect cover for someone who technically doesn’t exist anymore.It wasn’t exactly my childhood dream, but life’s funny that way. Music and dancing used to be my escape—contemporary dance where every movement told a story without needing words. Now I’m telling a different kind of story, and honestly? The audience seems pretty entertained.I’m not built like the other girls here. No curves that could stop traffic, just a body carved by years of actual dance training. But apparently that works too, because these middle-aged guys look at me like I’m serving up their favorite fantasy on a silver platter.Every night under these harsh-ass lights, I become someone else. It’s weirdly empowering until it’s not, until my skin feels like it’s crawling with invisible bugs

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He took a step back, laughing so loudly that I wouldn’t have been shocked if the other neighbors decided to come over and complain about the noise. Just as Luigi was about to make a comeback, his phone repeatedly dinged with notifications.“Oh, my God! I told you!” I placed my hands on my hips like a mother ready to scold a child. “If you’re going to stay and help, the phone needs to go.”“Help?” he replied, a cheeky grin spreading across his face. “No, baby girl. I only came here for the food.” He winked, answering his phone and strutting out of the kitchen.Moments like these reminded me how effortlessly Luigi could lighten my load, even for a day, just like Kara used to. It sometimes made me think of Kara and how I missed her like crazy. I often found myself wondering how she was doing and if she had found a way to deal with my supposed sudden death. It pained me to think of what must have gone through her mind after hearing the news.I sometimes wondered if he could read my though

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With a confident stride, Tashir plucked out another outfit and held it out like a trophy. My eyes widened in shock as I took in the tiny garment that looked like it could double as a naughty waitress uniform. The black crop top barely covered anything, and the skirt was so short I was pretty sure it would show my ass cheeks.She must have noticed my expression because she went back to the closet.If a woman wanted to show off her curves, more power to her. But I didn’t have any, and now Tashir wanted me to walk around like I was auditioning for a part in Moulin Rouge.“Alright, I think I finally found the one,” Tashir said, regaining my attention. She spun around, holding out a dark blood-red lace dress that hit a few inches above the knee, with long ruffled sleeves and a scoop neck. It was sexy but still left a little to the imagination.“I love it.” My smile burst forth as I took the dress from her. When I looked up, she was grinning at me.“Finally!” she exclaimed, throwing her han

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