Matteo sighed. “Do you know Durant Ivanov?” “Ivanov. Yes, I do.” “His men have been wreaking havoc in New York. Vitale’s men found the warehouse with all those trafficked girls and women.” I jumped in relief. “That’s great news, right?” Neither Matteo nor Dante responded. “They found those girls
“It’s okay, Mamma. I’m fine. Alessia is fine.” I managed, “I should’ve told you when I learnt of it, but I didn’t know how to...” “I think it’s finally time we stop blaming ourselves. Zia’s choices were hers, not yours, not mine. And Elias’s deeds have been paid for,” she said, giving a side glance
"I can't sleep." "Because of wedding jitters?" "Because of this house," I admitted. "It feels weird to be in a house I spent most of my childhood in and not be able to see the two most important people of my life." "It's hard not to miss them and the memories," she told me. "Being in this house
ADONIS “Elias is dead,” I said, staring at David’s face change to nothingness. “Thought you should know.” I didn’t have time for David’s drama, but I felt responsible. The warehouse incident with all the dead girls had already ruined my day for anything else. David lowered his head and asked, “Yo
Dom opened the door for her, and she threw her bag inside before turning to me. “You know, don’t you?” I arched a brow, and she groaned. “About the guy I’ll be marrying? Something tells me you know. Hell, I feel like even my sister and Lorelai know. Why am I the one being excluded when it is my life
Val, who was the elegant one of us today, took a small sip from the can of beer she had left untouched till now, while Ros remained still with her hands folded. Val nodded and said, “You both know my story, so I’m not saying it out loud.” “I don’t know the story,” Ros protested, “so spill.” Val l
ADONIS I should’ve returned earlier, considering it was way past midnight and my wedding was the day after tomorrow. Things were about to get wild, since I had returned Durant sliced in tiny pieces and wrapped in a fucking gift box. Parking my car in the driveway, I stepped into the house as quiet
“By Morello. He was David’s bastard, the eldest, but not a good fit for a capo.” “It must have been hard for you.” Her brows creased as she waited for me to answer. I only stared at her blankly. “Dealing with your mother’s death as a child, being thrown into a world like this and taking up a positi