Lahat ng Kabanata ng Buried Beneath Sin: Kabanata 171 - Kabanata 180

Smoke swallowed the clearing and gave it back in fits—men appearing, then vanishing; eyes rimmed in white; the slick gleam of blood on bark where bullets had shaved the trees raw. Headlights cut the dark into hard slices, a car fishtailing at the treeline, light flaring across faces and guns and the

They turned onto the dirt lane. The lawn and its floodlights fell away behind them, replaced by pines and a strip of sky that had started to think about dawn. The car smelled like leather and stress. Lenny said nothing. Vince said nothing. Silence did the talking: a catalog of what could have happen

The old house breathed differently when blood hit the street. Even the chandeliers seemed to hum with it—the vibration of fresh violence threading through the walls like current. The Maretti estate had always been more mausoleum than home, but tonight it felt awake. Watching. Hungry. Nico stood at

The first shot split the night open like glass. Sasha barely registered the sound before the room around her exploded into motion—Vince lunging for the comm switch, Marco dragging her toward the reinforced doors of the command suite. The DeLuca estate was under siege, the power cut, the perimeter

The night smelled of rain and cordite. The kind of air that knew death was coming and didn’t bother pretending surprise. Nico stood in his father’s study, the same room where generations of Marettis had drawn lines in blood and called it legacy. Cesare was at the desk, sleeves rolled, cigar burnin