Semua Bab Buried Beneath Sin: Bab 111 - Bab 120

They drilled those ugly, efficient angles until the motion felt less like violence and more like a verb she’d always known under a different name. She worked the tire dummy. The blade clapped rubber with short, mean sounds. “Elbow tight,” Marco said, nudging her stance a half-inch. “You’re a system.

Morning returned with the same text and a different ache. Home gym this time, boss. In ten. The house breathed her down the stairs. On the way, she detoured through the mudroom and practiced drawing from concealment with an unloaded pistol five times—under the jacket, clear, present, back—until the

She lifted her chin a hair: I see you. I’m not hiding. Then she kept walking.The restroom was a jewel box—good tile, forgiving mirrors, a scent that pretended subtlety and charged extra for it. Sasha ran cold water over her wrists, watched her reflection approve the steadiness in her eyes. She had

Across the room, under that cone of quiet light, Nico didn’t move. He watched without watching. He learned the cost of stillness in real time, the math of letting the woman you love perform safety in front of a man who didn’t deserve it.A server poured wine heavier than she would have chosen. Mazzo

Sasha swallowed the ache and said, “I’ll send worse,” and watched the woman’s laugh put a crack in the morning’s armor that felt like grace, not vulnerability.At three, the DeLuca study became triage for a dozen invisible wars: a truck delayed at a bridge closure; a rumor about union votes; a text