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Chapter Fifty-Nine
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Kingdom of Ash and Blood Chapter Seventy-Seven
There was no funeral for La Madre Nera.No tomb. No mourners. No holy rites whispered in incense.She burned in the catacombs she built from bone, and when the smoke curled into the Sicilian sky, the world above breathed a little easier. But Palermo... Palermo remembered.Amara stood on the rooftop of a limestone hotel, her leather gloves stained from the night before, her breath rising in faint puffs in the early morning chill.Below her, the city buzzed with markets and masked fear.Word was spreading.The Black Widow was dead.And her killer wasn’t a man. It was a girl — the daughter of the disappeared, the fury of a cartel queen, the fire that didn’t ask for permission.Luca came to stand beside her, lighting a cigarette, jaw clenched.“You’re not sleeping,” he said without looking at her.Amara didn’t respond immediately. Her hands were tight on the railing, her eyes fixed on a graffiti-tagged alleyway that led to the ruins of the old Moretti safehouse.“I can’t afford to sleep,”
Kingdom of Ash and Blood Chapter Seventy-Six
Palermo.It didn’t welcome you—it swallowed you.The city pulsed beneath layers of ash and salt, ancient stones whispering secrets only blood could interpret. From the jet-black coastline to the crumbling cathedrals lit with false candles, Palermo was a cathedral for monsters. A holy place for unholy wars.Amara Varela stood at the edge of the old quarter’s ruins, cloaked in obsidian and intent.This was where it had started for her mother.And where it would end for La Madre Nera.She reached into her coat, feeling for Isabel’s letter—a ghost at her side.Behind her, Luca Moretti spoke quietly into his comms as their convoy parked along the cracked pavement. Armed men flanked the alley. All silent. All watching her.“You sure you’re ready?” he asked, eyes locked on hers.Amara’s lips curled into something colder than a smile.“Readier than she’ll ever be.”The Catacombs of Palermo weren’t open to the public after dusk.But when you carried enough blood on your name, the doors opened.
Kingdom of Ash and Blood Chapter Seventy-Five
The wind off the Sierra Nevada was sharp that morning, slicing through the ancient streets of Granada like a blade. Fog clung to the rooftops, shrouding the city in a ghostly veil. From the window of the safe house, Amara Varela watched the world wake up in slow motion—its stillness a lie.She knew what was coming.Last night’s gala had marked a turning point. The name Dante Spina now echoed in her bones like a curse, and La Spina Nera had revealed its face.A serpent in a silk suit.But today wasn’t about Dante. Today was about legacy. About blood. About the woman whose memory still haunted Amara’s every breath.Isabel Varela.Luca stood behind her, bare-chested, a black rosary dangling from his fingers. He hadn’t slept. Neither had she. There was no time for rest—not when the enemy they were facing moved like a shadow behind curtains centuries old.“Are you sure you want to do this?” he asked.Amara didn’t turn. “It’s time.”They were going to the last place Isabel Varela had been s
Kingdom of Ash and Blood Chapter Seventy-Four
The cathedral bells tolled across Granada, the deep chime echoing through the city like a warning. Each strike reverberated through Amara Varela’s chest, tightening like a noose. Dressed in black, she stood alone in the cryptic shadows of the San Vicente Monastery, waiting for a man she should’ve killed long ago. The air inside the monastery was dense with incense and old secrets, like the breath of ghosts. Sunlight slashed through stained-glass windows, painting the stone floor in bloodred hues. It was ironic. Everything about her life lately had been painted in blood. Outside, Granada moved, unaware. But inside this holy tomb of silence and lies, Amara was about to face the one person who’d known her mother better than anyone: Cardinal Silvio Marconi—Isabel Varela’s oldest confidant… and the Vatican’s most powerful puppet master in the criminal underworld. Behind her, Luca leaned against a pillar with arms folded, black shirt clinging to his sculpted frame, face unreadable, but e
Kingdom of Ash and Blood Chapter Seventy-Three
Granada’s skyline glimmered under the pale light of dawn, the city a tapestry of fire and shadow. Amara Varela stood on the balcony of their safe house, the early morning breeze brushing her dark hair, carrying the faint scent of salt and smoke from the harbor. She had learned to read the city like a living organism—its rhythms, its whispers, its hidden corners. And the city had secrets, dangerous ones, ones that had already cost lives.Luca Nero approached silently, his presence commanding, magnetic. Even in silence, he exuded control, a lethal calm that balanced the storm within her. He leaned close, voice low and intimate.“Every secret we uncover brings us closer to the truth… and closer to danger,” he said, eyes scanning the horizon.Amara’s gaze hardened. “And every danger is a step toward retribution. Every betrayal we expose, every shadow we illuminate… Granada will learn who rules, and who burns.”The words hung between them, charged with both strategy and desire. In the worl
Kingdom of Ash and Blood Chapter Seventy-Two
Granada’s streets were alive with whispers, murmurs of the chaos that had unfolded over the past nights. Shadows clung to every alleyway, every corner, every shuttered window. Amara Varela moved through the city with lethal precision, her senses sharp, her mind calculating, her every step measured. The city had become a chessboard, and she was determined to control every piece, every move, every outcome.Luca Nero followed closely, a constant shadow and silent protector, his presence magnetic and commanding. Their connection was palpable, a mixture of desire, trust, and the shared hunger for dominance and vengeance. Every brush of his hand against hers sent sparks through her body, blending with the adrenaline of the mission ahead.“The web we’re untangling,” Amara murmured, voice low and dangerous, “is deeper than we imagined. There are forces at play we haven’t even begun to see.”Luca’s eyes darkened with intensity. “Then we expose them,” he said, voice low, deliberate. “Every secr
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