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CHAPTER 21
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The Debt of the Virgin Widow CHAPTER 21
" Do not you dare die on me, Dante. Stay awake. Look at me!" Bianca shoved the cabin door shut, the wood moaning against the howling wind. Dante drooped against the gravestone domicile, his face the color of wet ash. Blood, dark and thick, pumped steadily from the jagged hole in his shoulder, staining the floorboards. " The tackle. Bianca, the nethermost cupboard," Dante rasped. His jaw creaked as he base his teeth, cold sweat pelleting on his forepart. She climbed across the bottom, knees sinking on the fortitude. She hauled out a black nylon bag, the zipper snagging doubly before it smelled into the air. A twisted needle. Fishing line. A bottle of high- evidence bourbon. " I've to go by," she said, her voice shaking. She smelled her lip until it bled." The pellet is still in there." " Just do it. Ahh! Fuck!" Dante’s head thunked back against the monuments as she poured the bourbon directly into the crack. The swish of alcohol hitting raw meat filled the small room. He dived fo
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" Get the fuck down!" Dante’s roar collided with the window's explosion. Glass rained in diamond shards, slicing the air. He dived , his body a heavy wall of muscle that slammed Bianca into the floorboards just as a alternate pellet swiped into the mahogany office. " Dante! Your casket the fleck!" Bianca climbed against the hairpiece, her fritters slick with the blood formerly blowing across his shoulder. " Move! Now!" He hauled her up by the arm, his grip bruising. outdoors, the night air screamed with the mechanical chug of submachine ordnance. The estate was breathing fire. Ash swirled in the hallway as the primary gates gave way with a screech of wringing essence. They did not take the stairs. Dante demurred open the menial’s passage, shoving her into the darkness of the narrow gravestone waterfall. They hit the garage position handling. He threw her into the passenger seat of the armored black SUV, the machine turning over with a raptorial logjam that drowned out the crying f
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"Open the damn thing, Bianca. You’ve been staring at that floorboard for ten minutes."The voice wasn't Dante’s. It was the ghost of my own cowardice echoing in the empty study. Dante was gone—hunting the Judge, hunting my father, hunting the shadows he called justice. I stood alone over the heavy mahogany desk. My fingers brushed the brass key hidden in the pocket of my robe. The metal was cold.I knelt. The rug was rough under my knees. I pushed back the heavy corner of the Persian carpet, revealing the iron plate of the floor safe. My pulse thudded in my fingertips as I slid the key into the lock.Click.The mechanism groaned. I hauled the heavy door back. The air that puffed out smelled of old paper and gun oil. No gold bars. No bundles of cash. Just a single, weathered manila envelope and a leather-bound ledger.I grabbed the envelope. My thumb tore the seal, the paper jagged and sharp. A single photograph slid out."No way," I whispered. The air in the room suddenly felt thin.I
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"Look at the screen, Bianca. This is what happens when you miss a deadline."Dante shoved a tablet into my hands. The glass was cold. On the screen, the frame was grainy and dim, showing a concrete basement that smelled of damp through the pixels. My father was slumped in a wooden chair, his white shirt now a map of red Rorschach blots. A heavy boot slammed into his ribs, and the sound of cracking bone popped through the small speakers."Stop it. Please, just make them stop." My voice was a dry rasp. I clutched the tablet until the edges bit into my palms."The Judge sent it five minutes ago," Dante said. He stood by the window, silhouetted against the gray morning. He didn't look back. He just watched the rain. "He’s got no patience left. He thinks you failed. He thinks I’m dead and you’re running with the ledger. Since he hasn't heard from his little spy, he’s taking it out on the old man's teeth.""Dante, help him. You have the men. You have the location."He turned finally. His ja
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"You really thought it’d be that easy? One little drop and Daddy goes night-night?"Dante’s voice didn't just break the silence; it shredded it. He stood by the massive oak doors of the bridal suite, his tuxedo jacket discarded, sleeves rolled up to reveal forearms corded with tension. He wasn't stumbling. The sedative I’d watched him swallow should have flattened a bull by now, but he was steady. Lethal."Dante, I don't know what you're talking about." The lie felt thin, like paper catching fire. I backed away, my heels clicking a frantic rhythm against the polished floorboards."The hell you don't." He reached out and gripped the brass handle, twisting the deadbolt with a final, heavy thud. The sound echoed in my chest. He tossed the key—not onto the nightstand, but down his own throat, swallowing it with a jagged grin that made my blood turn to slush. "The toast, Bianca. You looked so hopeful. It almost broke my heart. Almost."He moved. I didn't see it coming, just felt the air sh
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"You haven't touched your wine, Mrs. Vane. Is the vintage not to your liking, or are you just waiting for me to die first?"Dante’s voice scraped against my ear, a low, gravelly vibration that made the fine hairs on my neck stand up. We stood at the head of the long, mahogany table. Two hundred pairs of eyes—predators, thieves, and politicians—watched us from the shadows of the ballroom. The scent of roasted lamb and expensive lilies was suffocating.I gripped the stem of my crystal flute. My palms were slick. "I'm just taking it all in, Dante. It’s a lot of blood for one wedding.""It’s a kingdom," he corrected. He leaned in, his shoulder heavy against mine. His breath smelled of bourbon and smoke. "And you’re the only one I trust to hold the keys."I looked at the wine. The sedative was a tiny, clear vial hidden in the lace of my sleeve. One drop to make him sleep. One hour to get the ledger and get my father out of the Judge’s reach."I need a moment," I whispered, my voice waverin
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