Bianca’s Offer

Dario

My grip on the heavy pistol at my side tightened until the textured metal dug into my palm. Bianca wasn't spinning fiction. A heavy reckoning was marching right toward my front door, bringing debts that could only be settled in blood.

"I imagine they'll be reaching out shortly," she pressed on. "But they aren't looking for a truce. You are well aware of that."

"A truce?" I let out a harsh