Semua Bab Buried Beneath Sin: Bab 121 - Bab 130

Several weeks slid past the way cities do—day laid over day like fine paper, pattern repeating until you looked closely and found the misprints. Sasha didn’t have time for misprints. Her mornings began on the mat before the coffee finished dripping; her nights ended with ledgers still open and a red

The day bent around her like metal shaped hot. Routine absorbed worry without dissolving it.Blanca audited Warehouse H using a clicker and a sneer and announced, “You owe me three pallets of truth.” Sasha laughed; the men within earshot tried not to. A crew chief brought her a rumor about a Maretti

The day curled into evening without declaring what it had decided to be. Sasha walked the east lawn with Vince and Marco, hydrangeas backlit into drama. The knot had shifted from fist to stone. It didn’t stab anymore; it occupied.“Say it,” Vince said.“I think Cesare is changing the time signatures

In the study, she lasted seven minutes staring at a ledger without absorbing a single number. Nico’s face would not stop sharpening itself in her mind: the ridge of his cheek, the small scar that caught light sometimes and looked like a punctuation of memory; the way his eyes closed the distance bet

She met his eyes and felt a current move between them. Trust was a fragile currency here — earned slowly, spent in emergencies, counted in small, private ledgers. “There’s something you both need to know,” she said, lowering her voice. “But it doesn’t leave this driveway.”They exchanged the look of