บททั้งหมดของ VELVET GUN: บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 30

A little girl born out of love, grew up in anger and just when she found the familiar feeling of love... it was leaving like it never appearedThe days after the funeral were a blur, Amy didn’t cry when they buried her uncle. She hadn’t cried in years not since the night she’d seen her parents’ bodies dragged from the ruins of their own living room. Blood slick like wine, eyes wide, staring at nothing. No, she’d learned early that mourning had no place in a world that fed on pain.But this... this new grief? This rage that burned through her bones like a second skeleton? This was different. This time, it wasn’t just the dead that haunted her, it was the one left behind her stepsister. The girl with light in her voice and softness in her spine, the girl who had no business in the underworld but who Amy had sworn to protect with her life, her name was Clara Finn.Amy didn’t meet Clara until she was ten; her uncle had found out about the girl by accident an old mistress of Amy’s father s

There comes a time where everyone is quiet and hiding like a snake and ready to strike for Amy that day was today. The room smelled of rusted iron, gunpowder and betrayal. Amy Finn stood in the dark, arms loose at her sides, heart anything but she didn’t blink, she didn’t breathe hard. The warehouse had been quiet for fifteen minutes long enough for the Chicago boys to think the place was still theirs. Let them, they’d taken two girls, the youngest soft-faced and trembling was asleep in the shadows, curled under a wool coat Amy had tossed over her like a shroud. The eldest Ellie was somewhere else. Somewhere close, somewhere that had cost too much blood to leave her there any longer. They broke the pact, the rules, the deal between devils. Chicago had made it clear they’d keep backing the Marchettis only if Giulia and her family kept their doors shut to the Finns. No love, no visits, no alliances and definitely no invitations to engagement parties where rumors swirled of Amy and Ellie

Should we call this a happy ever after, or just the beginning of something hidden...The silence after the shot was a different kind of violence. It hung heavy, thicker than blood, more final than death. Ellie held Amy as if she were the last living thing in a burning world. Amy’s chest heaved, the weight of years collapsing at once. The gun still smoked in her hand. The floor beneath them was slick with retribution, and somewhere across the room, the last man tied to Chicago’s legacy lay slumped—three clean bullet wounds placed with surgical grief. Giulia’s mother was still crying. Bound at the feet, trembling with the revelation of everything she’d denied for years, her mouth opened to plead again. But Amy raised a hand without even looking. Silence. Giulia stood frozen, one arm cradling her daughter who had since awakened in confusion, eyes wide, face pressed against her mother’s neck. Her gaze shifted between her mother, her daughter, and Amy—the woman who had just unraveled every

“Being scared of losing one but treating that one in a way they’ll lose themselves”woke before the lights came on. Not from sleep, but from stillness — the kind of numb exhaustion that came when your body gave up but your mind kept spinning and all you could do was lay in the dark and try to remember who you were before you became someone else’s price.The door clicked open at 6:00 a.m. sharp again but this time Amy wasn’t alone.Two women in black suits stepped into the room first silent, efficient. They didn’t speak to Ellie just moved around her like she was an object not a person. One laid out clothing on the bed — plain, dark but tailored. The other set down a tray of food and a glass of water then turned to Amy, who finally stepped inside. Amy looked at her the way a general might look at a soldier she didn’t want to send to war.“You eat,” she said, low and firm. “Then we begin again.”Ellie sat up, back straight, hands folded in her lap. “Do I get to know what we’re training

“The house behind her that goddamned fortress of silence and whispers had swallowed the rest of the world.”The dinner was more of a performance. A table was set in the courtyard, under a string of hanging bulbs that flickered like stars. The night air smelled of wine, cigar smoke, and war. Giulia’s husband—tall, broad-shouldered, dressed in a clean but worn suit—sat at the far end. His eyes burned into Ellie.“I’m not here to cause a scene,” he said. “I came to take my daughter home.”Ellie blinked. “Your... daughter?” The man nodded. “You.”Giulia gasped. The table fell into stunned silence.“You were told that,” he said gently, pointing to Giulia . “She’s not your sister, She’s your mother.”Ellie’s eyes widened. Her lips trembled. “You’re lying.”“Ask Amy,” he said. “She’s always known.” Ellie turned sharply. “Is it true?”Amy’s expression was unreadable.“You knew?” Ellie whispered. “You knew this whole time?”Amy looked away. “I wanted to tell you.”“But you didn’t,” Ellie snap