BLOOD & JUSTICE のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 21 - チャプター 24

Husband and wife.Two words. Dropped between them like a body hitting marble.Elena didn’t blink. She counted. One second. Three. Five.“Explain,” she said.Dante pushed off the doorframe and stepped into the study. Outside, dusk was bleeding behind the oak trees—a composition too beautiful for something this ugly.Elena followed him in. She knew the protocol: walk into enemy territory. Find the landmines before the argument detonates.“Three days ago,” Dante began, “credible internal intelligence. The Rostova clan—Russian Bratva. Three of their Portland–Seattle distribution routes collapsed into Salvatore hands overnight. Eight years of their operation, gone in a single night.”“Who did it?”“That’s the problem.” His gaze broke toward the window, then snapped back. “Someone used the Salvatore name as a false flag. If I can&

Dante’s palm settled against the small of Elena’s back as they crossed the threshold. A light touch. Absolute. What had started as stagecraft had mutated into something more dangerous: habit.Elena didn’t tense. Her shoulders eased. Her stride slowed half a beat, falling into his rhythm. To the outside world, they had long learned to breathe at the same frequency.That was the illusion they had to preserve.Arthur Voronov was already there—corner table, strategic sightlines across the room. Fifty-two. Platinum hair. Eyes that projected warmth like a man who had studied the technique in a dark school. Hard calluses at the middle knuckles. Someone who had once crushed a face with a bare fist and slept well afterward.Elena clocked all of it in four seconds.As Konstantin Rostova’s right hand, Arthur was a lethal filter. The moment Dante drew near, Arthur rose—and his gaze dropped immediately to Elena&rsquo