Russo Blood Debt Novel by Cutey

Russo Blood Debt Chapter 13 Tuscany Three weeks later I’m on the terrace at Castello Vitali, north of Siena. It’s harvest. The hills below the villa are full of men I’ve known since I was small, picking sangiovese off the vines my great-grandfather planted in 1947. Papa is out there in a flat cap with

Russo Blood Debt Chapter 12 The Dirt He stays on his hands and knees for a long time. When he speaks again his voice is very flat. Very quiet. The voice of a man reading off a list. “Everything that happened to me. The suppliers in Calabria. The bank pulling the line. Customs in Newark.

Russo Blood Debt Chapter 11 Middle Village The plot is in Middle Village. Queens. He could’ve put me at Green-Wood. The Russos own a mausoleum there. Marble. Eighteen-eighties. The old man, both his parents, the brother — all in there. He didn’t. He buried me in a single plot under a maple tree in a

Russo Blood Debt Chapter 10 The Voicemail Three months in. Russo Imports has filed for Chapter 11. The brownstone is on the market. The clinic where my daughter died is closed pending a state investigation that my father’s lawyers helpfully encouraged. Dante has moved into a one-bedroom in Long Island City. He’s selling everything. The

Russo Blood Debt Chapter 09 The Old Don Nonno has the second stroke on a Thursday. This one doesn’t miss. He goes in around four in the afternoon, conscious enough to grip Dante’s wrist. The cameras in the hospital room are mine — Papa’s people swapped the security contractor on day one. We watch in

Russo Blood Debt Chapter 08 The First Cuts The first cut goes through their supplier in Calabria. Russo Imports has been moving olive oil and “olive oil” through the Port of Newark since 1971. Their main source is a press in Reggio Calabria run by an old family friend. That old family friend gets a

Russo Blood Debt Chapter 07 Three Days The wake runs three days at the Russo brownstone in Brooklyn Heights. I watch it on the monitor like it’s a soap opera. Closed circuit, twelve cameras, the works. My father’s people wired the place during the funeral home pickup. Audio is grainy. Visuals are perfect. Day one:

Russo Blood Debt Chapter 06 The Wake The body is perfect. Silicone over a polymer skeleton. Heated to 35 Celsius. Bagged human blood — type-matched to mine — slowly leaking into the white sheet under her hips. Hair my color, my length. Even the chipped pinkie nail I never got around to fixing. She lies

Russo Blood Debt Chapter 05 The Truck The truck is a hospital on wheels. Matteo lays me on a padded table in the back and a woman in scrubs is already cutting my dress off with shears. Two more medics on either side. IV in my arm before I can blink. Oxygen mask on my

Russo Blood Debt Chapter 04 The Door Comes Down Gia sits on a rolling stool and scrolls Instagram. She glances up at me every few minutes the way you check a roast in the oven. “Sera,” she says, casual, “what did you even marry him for? The face? The name?” I don’t answer. My thumb