Lahat ng Kabanata ng Buried Beneath Sin: Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

“We do not kill women or children,” Nico said, and he understood even as he said it that he had ceded a point he hadn’t meant to—his father would pounce on the word and pry it apart to make room for his own definitions. “We do not kill civilians. We do not kill symbols to hear the sound it makes.” H

The mall’s air tasted like sugar and shoe leather—pretzels, perfume samples, new rubber soles rolling along the polished floors. Sasha let the current of it push past her without taking her along. She’d left the car at the curb and her bodyguard—Vince today, wide as a refrigerator and twice as terri

He absorbed that without argument. Then, slowly, as if asking the shelf for permission—his control made her dizzy in ways she refused to examine—he lifted his hand and touched her face. Not a possession. A question. She leaned into it because the part of her that had slept with him without knowing h

She turned a page and did not see a single word on it. The clock in her head began counting in an entirely new language: two days in seconds; two days in heartbeats; two days in the number of times she would have to look at Mazzo and not bite him and at her father and not bleed; two days in the wa

The men. Mazzo called once and let the phone ring exactly three times before hanging up. He texted Dinner tonight? Father said Lenny told him you had a headache yesterday. She responded Migraines. Tomorrow because tomorrow was a safe fiction and because the thought of eating across from Mazzo’s glos