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CHAPTER 23

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"Where the hell do you think you're going, Bianca?"

The whisper didn't come from Dante. It was the wind. It hissed through the hemlocks, biting at my bare ankles as I slipped through the cabin’s back window. The wood of the sill scraped my hip. I dropped onto the frozen mud with a wet thud, my chest heaving.

The estate was a graveyard of smoke and dying embers. Dante was dead to the world, buried under the weight of a bourbon-soaked sleep and a shoulder that smelled of infection and gunpowder.
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  • The Debt of the Virgin Widow   CHAPTER 23

    "Where the hell do you think you're going, Bianca?"The whisper didn't come from Dante. It was the wind. It hissed through the hemlocks, biting at my bare ankles as I slipped through the cabin’s back window. The wood of the sill scraped my hip. I dropped onto the frozen mud with a wet thud, my chest heaving.The estate was a graveyard of smoke and dying embers. Dante was dead to the world, buried under the weight of a bourbon-soaked sleep and a shoulder that smelled of infection and gunpowder. I didn't look back. I couldn't.I ran.The mud sucked at my shoes, trying to pull me back into the dark. Every snap of a twig sounded like a gunshot. My lungs burned, the cold air scraping my throat like steel wool. I had to reach the North Gate. The Judge promised a way out. He promised a clean slate. No more Butcher. No more blood-soaked ivory dresses."Almost there," I wheezed, my fingers fumbling with the heavy latch of the perimeter gate.The iron was freezing, sticking to my skin. I hauled

  • The Debt of the Virgin Widow   CHAPTER 22

    "Don't move, you two. Seriously, stay exactly where the hell you are."Sofia’s finger twitched on the trigger of the shotgun. The steel barrels glinted under the dim cabin light, centered right on the blood-soaked bandage on Dante’s shoulder. She looked like she’d crawled out of a storm—hair matted, tactical gear mud-stained, but her eyes were sharp with a manic, jagged edge."Sofia? What the fuck is this?" Bianca scrambled to pull the edges of her torn robe together, her skin still stinging from the rug burn. The heat of Dante’s body was still a heavy weight against her hip, but the air in the room had turned to ice."It's a correction, B. A total rewrite." Sofia stepped further into the cabin, her boots thudding on the floorboards. She didn't look at Bianca. She looked at Dante. "You thought you were so smart, didn't you, Butcher? Marrying the 'disgrace' of the family to get the Vane assets. Too bad you didn't check the plumbing."Dante didn't flinch. His jaw creaked as he ground hi

  • 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

  • The Debt of the Virgin Widow   CHAPTER 20

    " 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

  • The Debt of the Virgin Widow   CHAPTER 19

    "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

  • The Debt of the Virgin Widow   CHAPTER 18

    "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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