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When I Became the House’s Chip Chapter 10
A month later.Los Angeles. A small walk-up apartment.I was packing to go home.The porcelain urn with Emily's ashes sat in the middle of the table.Knock knock knock.At the door.The Castellano Group's legal team, in full suits, filling the hallway outside.Their senior counsel took off his glasses and delivered it."Ms. Moretti. Mr. Castellano, last night at the federal penitentiary in Las Vegas—attempted to drive a sharpened toothbrush handle into his own carotid."The lawyer paused. His voice was unsteady."A guard found him in time. They kept him alive. But his mind's gone. He's in the psychiatric lockdown wing now. When he's lucid, he spends the day weeping and beating his head into the wall. Day and night he hallucinates you and Emily. He screams, he sobs. He can't even manage to die. It's worse than death."My hand, folding a shirt, paused for less than half a second."Oh."I kept packing."Death really was too cheap for him. This sounds about right."The lawyer produced a no
When I Became the House’s Chip Chapter 9
Steel groaned as it twisted.The hydraulic press let out a long hiss of brakes.One second before the Porsche would have gone flat, it stopped.The cabin had closed up around her.Her arms, her legs, her spine—pinned between folded steel.Crack. Crack.Bones snapping inside the small space.A scream tore out of her.Dante had held back just enough. He'd missed every vital.She lost control of her body. Warm fluid and blood soaked through the seat.Boom.The gate of the scrapyard blew in.Searchlights swept up to the control deck and found him.Dozens of rifle lasers came to rest on his chest and forehead.A SWAT captain raised a bullhorn."Castellano! Hands up! You're surrounded!""Stand down! Surrender, now!"Medics ran in toward the wreck.They brought in cutters and started prying Sabrina out of the metal, blood all over her.He didn't resist.He reached over and killed the power to the control deck.He stood up.In his hand, the bank card—broken in half—and a crayon drawing Emily h
When I Became the House’s Chip Chapter 8
West Las Vegas.An abandoned auto-scrapping yard.Sabrina had tried to run. A suitcase of gold bars, a private jet to South America.Dante's men took her off the tarmac and drove her straight here.In the open dirt at the center of the yard.A white Porsche.Two of his men forced her into the driver's seat. A welder's torch fused the doors shut.A crane lifted the Porsche and set it under the jaws of a hydraulic car crusher.Dante was at the control deck on the second level.The wound in his chest was loosely bandaged. It was still bleeding through.In his other hand: my three-million bank card. He'd pulled it off Sabrina when they grabbed her.Inside the Porsche, she was pounding on the bulletproof glass. Her face was torn up.The car's speakers came on.Dante's voice came through them."Sabrina. You like playing with other people's lives.""Today it's your turn."He pushed the first lever.A heavy rumble.The steel plate came down onto the roof of the Porsche.The roof screamed and c
When I Became the House’s Chip Chapter 7
Three days later.A cemetery on the west edge of Las Vegas.A storm had opened up over the desert. Wind was driving the rain sideways.I was in black.Marco stood beside me, holding a large black umbrella over us.It was a funeral with no mourners.Only a priest, reading the service into the wind and the rain.Out beyond the cemetery gate, on the asphalt—Dante, mud to the bone.He lifted his head, and the first thing he saw was Marco holding the umbrella over me.The same man. At the hospital. Here. Always next to her.He looked for a long time.Then he lowered his head and kept crawling.He had no umbrella. He let the rain strip his face.From the gate.Three steps, and his forehead to the ground.Every time, his head hit the concrete hard.Blood and rain ran down his face.He came up on his knees, one length at a time, until he reached Emily's new stone.From inside his jacket he took out a notarized document."Sienna…"His voice was cracked open."This is the transfer of every asse
When I Became the House’s Chip Chapter 6
The ICU floor, top of the hospital.The doctors had forced a sedative into me.I was lying in the bed with my eyes wide open, staring at the ceiling.Dante was on his knees outside the window of my room.His face was painted in blood.He pressed his face against the glass, muttering."I was wrong, Sienna. I know I was wrong…""I shouldn't have stopped the treatment… it's fine, we have the money, we'll use cloning, Emily will come back, she'll come back…"At the other end of the corridor, Marco had changed out of the casino uniform.He was in a long black coat, walking toward them.In his hand, a yellowed manila envelope with a red classified seal on the flap.He stopped in front of Dante."Mr. Castellano. Stop the performance."His voice was even."For two years I've been keeping an eye on the hospital for her. When they pulled Emily's tube, she was so oxygen-starved she couldn't fight. They cut her off from her medication and she suffocated on that bed."Dante came up off the floor an
When I Became the House’s Chip Chapter 5
He stood frozen. Then he lunged for the phone on the floor.He read the notice.The lock screen was a small girl in an oxygen mask.The eyes and brow were stamped straight from his own face.His breathing stopped."No… that's not… no…"He shook his head and turned and roared at the bodyguards waiting down the corridor."Get a car! To the hospital! Fly in the best medical team in the country, right now—move!"I didn't look at him.I didn't look at Sabrina, whose face had gone the color of paper.I dragged my broken fingers along the floor and started down the stairs.Marco was at the far side of the fire door.He shrugged out of his long black coat and wrapped it around me.He said nothing. He picked me up in his arms and carried me fast toward the garage.Dante was at the other end of the corridor.He saw it.A man. Carrying me. Walking fast.In the way his mind worked, there was only one explanation for that.---County General. Basement level two.The corridor outside the morgue.Dan
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