All Chapters of Buried Beneath Sin: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

By the time the car slid under the portico, the satin of the blue dress felt like armor she’d worn too long. The front door opened on cue; the house inhaled her like it always did—polite, uncurious, large enough to pretend it didn’t watch. Vince deposited her at the foot of the stairs with the same

Her stomach rolled. She sat up too quickly and pressed the heel of her hand to it until the room stopped tilting. Make him stop, the sensible part of her said. Find the words that make him stop. What words? Please? She’d used that. No? Twice. I will be married? It hadn’t been a bluff when she’d

Morning in the DeLuca house did not creep. It announced itself. The grandfather clock cleared its throat and began its tolling; the kitchen woke with the percussion of knives and pans; men materialized like furniture being dragged into place. Somewhere, a radio murmured the world as if the world had

“You’ve done well,” he said. “You make the family stronger.” She smiled up at him like a good girl. “That’s all I ever wanted,” she lied, and the lie walked off the table and out the door wearing a dress. He drifted toward the study, calling names as he went, already in the next room, the next h

“I’m not worried,” she said. Which was true, at least in that room; worry had been replaced by a plan thick as syrup. Glasses appeared. Champagne whispered into them. Men stood, not quite toasting, exactly, but rehearsing the gesture. Lenny and Dominic clinked. Mazzo lifting his glass high enough