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The Spark and the Snare
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Bride of the Mafia cripple The Spark and the Snare
The drums came closer.At first, faint like thunder carried across the city. Then sharper, more deliberate—a rhythm that didn’t belong to weather, but to war.The Moretti estate bristled awake. Guards poured through the halls, radios crackling, the metallic slide of weapons echoing in every corner.Leora stood by the ballroom window, heart pounding in time with that dreadful rhythm. The girl was beside her, notebook clutched against her chest, her lips moving silently as though reciting prayers. Or rules.Allerick entered last, pushed forward by Marco. His presence shifted the air, commanding without a word. The sight of him—scarred, unbowed even in his chair—struck Leora with a surge of fierce, aching pride.“They’re here.” His voice was steel. “No more waiting.”---The attack began not with bullets, but with whispers.Lights flickered. Radios died with a hiss of static. A pressure settled over the house, heavy, suffocating, like invisible hands pressing on their throats.The girl s
Bride of the Mafia cripple The Calm That Burns
Night in the Moretti estate was never truly silent.Even when the guards hushed their steps, even when the chandeliers dimmed, the house itself seemed to breathe—a restless giant waiting for dawn.Leora lay awake, listening to that breath. The ceiling above felt oppressive, pressing her down with thoughts that wouldn’t quiet.The girl slept fitfully on the cot beside her, notebook clutched tight to her chest like a holy relic. In the glow of the dying lamp, her face looked younger—soft, almost innocent. But even in sleep, her fingers twitched as though fire lingered just beneath her skin.Leora reached out, brushing a stray lock of hair from her brow. The girl stirred, whispering in her dreams. One word repeated, over and over: rules.Leora’s chest ached. “You’re more than rules,” she whispered. “More than what they made you.”But the girl didn’t wake.---By morning, the house pulsed with restless energy. The guards moved briskly, checking weapons, stacking crates, their voices low b
Bride of the Mafia cripple The Making of Fire
Leora stood at the window, staring out at the ash-colored sky. Smoke from yesterday’s battle still lingered, staining the air with the scent of gunpowder. Below, the courtyard bore scars—bullet holes pocked the stone walls, blood still darkened the cracks.But inside, the house held something stranger than ruin.Hope. Fragile, trembling hope.The girl in red sat cross-legged on the floor, her notebook balanced on her knees. She scribbled furiously, lips moving in silent rehearsal. Every so often she tore out a page, crumpled it, and started again.Leora knelt beside her. “What are you writing?”The girl lifted her gaze, eyes blazing with new determination. “Rules.”Leora tilted her head. “Rules?”“For myself. So when the fire starts… I know how not to let it swallow me whole.” She pressed the notebook against her chest. “If you teach me, I can learn. I have to.”Leora’s throat tightened. “Then we’ll start today.”Behind them, a shadow stirred.Allerick’s chair rolled closer, his prese
Bride of the Mafia cripple Fire on Both Sides
The storm broke at dawn.It began with silence. No birdsong, no distant hum of the city below. Only stillness, so sharp it felt like the world was holding its breath.Leora sensed it before she saw it—the shift in the air, the prickling tension crawling across her skin. She rose from bed, heart hammering, and found Allerick already awake, chair angled toward the window.“They’re here,” he said.Down below, black cars rolled into the courtyard like coffins on wheels. Doors opened. Men spilled out—Council soldiers, faceless and efficient. Their boots struck the stone in perfect unison.The girl in red appeared at Leora’s side, clutching her notebook, eyes wide. “They’ve come for me.”Leora grasped her trembling hand. “They’ll have to walk through fire first.”Allerick’s voice was iron. “Then we burn them.”---The house erupted in chaos. Guards armed themselves. Windows slammed shut. The front gates groaned as the Council’s men pushed against them.Allerick rolled into the grand hall, h
Bride of the Mafia cripple The Council’s Hand
The knock came at midnight.Not the polite kind, not the deferential tap that staff used when approaching their Don. This one was thunder—fists pounding the oak doors with authority that dared no delay.Leora jolted awake. The girl in red stirred beside her pallet by the fireplace, blinking at the sound. Allerick was already in his chair, motionless, listening.“Council,” he said.The word was an executioner’s bell.---The grand hall burned with candlelight when Allerick rolled forward to meet them. Three men entered, flanked by silent guards whose suits gleamed with weapons beneath the fabric. Their eyes didn’t wander; they locked on the girl in red at once.Leora instinctively stepped in front of her.“Move,” one of them ordered. His voice was like gravel dragged across stone.“No,” Leora snapped.The spokesman’s lips curled. “You overreach, donna. You forget your place.”But Allerick’s voice cracked through the tension, deep and imperious:“Her place,” he said, “is beside me. And
Bride of the Mafia cripple The Vessel’s First Choice
The girl in red had never been seen outside her glass chamber.Until now.Leora didn’t know who had unlatched the door—or if it had been the girl herself—but when she descended to the corridor the next evening, the chamber was open.Empty.Her pulse spiked. “No…”Footsteps echoed behind her. She spun, half-expecting guards, but it was Allerick. His chair moved silently across the stone, shadows clinging to him like smoke.“She’s gone.” His voice was neither surprised nor alarmed. Just… inevitable.Leora’s throat tightened. “Gone where?”Allerick’s mouth curved into something between grim amusement and warning. “That is the question, isn’t it? A vessel with a will is like a loaded gun on the table. No one knows who will pick it up first.”---They found her in the library.The girl in red sat cross-legged on the floor, surrounded by scattered books. Pages torn, spines cracked, words spilling like blood across the carpet. She didn’t look up when Leora entered, but her hands trembled as
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