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Ashes and Ashes
Terakhir Diperbarui:
2025-04-23 19:30:08
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The mafia’s captive The desert burns
The heat of the Moroccan desert felt alive—breathing down Bain’s neck like a curse.Nightfall cloaked the sky in ink as his convoy moved silently across the dunes. Viktor sat beside him in the lead vehicle, drone feeds streaming live into their tactical tablets. The facility ahead had been listed in the black ledger under a false import company: Zahara Holdings. From the outside, it looked like a dilapidated warehouse tucked between two abandoned oil refineries.But Bain knew better.This was no warehouse.It was a graveyard.“Thermal scan shows at least twenty heat signatures inside,” Viktor said. “Mostly stationary. Guard patrols on rotation every fifteen minutes. Cameras run on internal loop systems. No exterior defense beyond the sand.”“That’s because they don’t expect anyone to come out here,” Bain muttered. “Good.”Ten minutes later, silence shattered.Smoke bombs. Breach charges. The hiss of steel sliding against steel.Bain moved like a ghost—efficient, brutal. His team fanne
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-04-23The mafia’s captive The pact
The safehouse was buried beneath the Dolomites—carved into stone, hidden even from satellites. A place with no name, built for war, not comfort. Only the most trusted ever knew its coordinates, and tonight, it held the kind of men who didn’t need introductions.Inside the stone-walled war room, five figures stood around a circular table. No phones. No recordings. Just red files, blood maps, and fury.Bain was the first to speak.“She’s bleeding,” he said, voice low. “And when a snake bleeds, she gets desperate.”He tossed down a photo—Valeria, dressed in a gold-trimmed coat, standing beside a bishop from the Vatican. Another photo: her in Morocco, shaking hands with a military commander. Beneath them, red circles. Targets.“She’s losing her grip,” Viktor said, flipping through the black ledger they had decrypted. “Three facilities torched, buyers dead or on the run. And now that the names are leaking… she’s losing allies. Fast.”“She still has Darius,” Vulture growled from the far end
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-04-23The mafia’s captive The leviathan
The Leviathan rose from the Red Sea like a floating kingdom—sleek, monstrous, and quiet. Lights shimmered across its seven decks. Security was everywhere—armed mercs, drones, facial scanners at every hall. The invitation-only auction was about to begin.And Kira—the Widowmaker—was already inside.She wore black, her hair dyed a rich auburn, her accent calibrated to an Eastern European noble with oil money. Her alias: Ivana Mirek. Everything from her fingerprints to her past had been fabricated by Vulture’s network.She moved like silk through the corridors, cataloging every camera, every locked door, every armed guard.The guest list was a nightmare.Politicians from rogue states.CEOs with private armies.Billionaire traffickers.Even a prince from an unlisted monarchy.And then—there she was.Valeria.Dressed in red. Unbothered. Smiling. She stood at the center of it all like a goddess over rot. Her voice carried through the room as she toasted the night.“Tonight is about rebirth.
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-04-23The mafia’s captive The one who got away
The Leviathan was ash and steel.It sank beneath the waves two hours after the last extraction, taking with it the screams, the blood, and the remains of Valeria’s auction empire. By morning, satellite footage showed only oil on the sea and wreckage too deep to recover.But she wasn’t among the dead.She’d vanished—again.And Bain was done waiting.Mexico City – 48 Hours LaterThe morning news rolled footage of a collapsed warehouse on the outskirts of the city, reporting it as an “accidental fire.” What the media didn’t know was that warehouse had once been used to store children like property.Now, it was gone. One of three Bain’s team had leveled within 48 hours of the Leviathan raid.And still—no Valeria.Bain stood in the center of a darkened intelligence bunker inside Vulture’s mountain fortress, staring at a digital map filled with blinking red lights. Darius had gone dark. The buyers were scattering. And Valeria’s list of safehouses was down to nearly nothing.Then Viktor walk
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-04-23The mafia’s captive The Auction
Cassiopeia Thompson’s life wasn't that of a princess, if anything it was more like a pauper's.But it was about to get worse.If only she knew..The evening began like every other charity gala she’d been dragged to; a parade of fake smiles, empty compliments, and overpriced champagne not to mention her nose gettingbombarded by the scents from hundreds of perfumes, it always made her dizzy.This time, she wasn't dizzy. If anything her hair was standing. She didn't know why but this particular evening had a different chill. Cassie couldn't quite point what it was but she was sure something was different.There was desperation in the air as socialites clung to their status with manicured nails and designer dresses that probably cost more than her college tuition.This was more than just a charity event. Something was happening, and at the back of her mind, she feared she was part of it.She’d only agreed to attend because Elijah, her stepfather, had insisted, and Ryder, her stepbrother, h
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-03-04The mafia’s captive The wedding
Cassie was at her wedding. It was a seaside wedding as she always wanted.Lilies and yellow hibiscus flowers adorned the walkway and the makeshift altar the silhouette of her husband and the priest stood on.She was in her mother's refurbished yellow wedding gown as opposed to the customary white gown.It had a slit up to her lower thigh with curls and curls of fabric flowing gracefully behind her.Her lone walk to the altar was one of bliss, fulfillment and pure joy. She was about to get married to the love of her life. She was the love of his life too.There would be laughter, tears of joy, and a promise of forever that meant something.As she walked to the altar, she heard someone call her name. She paused and looked behind; there was no one.She was about to continue her honorable walk to her groom when she heard her name again, this time she felt someone tapping her.Before she could make sense of it all, her eyes popped open.She was staring at the annoying hairdresser.Reality d
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-03-17The mafia’s captive New home
Life With BainCassie woke up every morning in a bed that was too big, too soft, and too cold.Alone.Bain was never there. She was grateful for it. She slept before he came to bed and by the time she woke up in the morning, he was gone.His sandalwood scent and rumpled bedside was proof that he had lain there.But every time she stepped into the dining hall, there he was, with a newspaper in his hand, almost as if he was waiting for her before he had breakfast.She was still at loss as to why they had to stay in the same room. They could pretend to be the perfect couple to outsiders, but why did they have to stay in the same room?It had been weeks since the wedding, and she was still adjusting to her new reality.Bain had laid down rules from the day of the wedding. He had strictly reminded her of her place in his world; his wife in name only, and his possession in every other sense of the word.Her existence had given "trophy wife" a new meaning, a perfect face for the public and a
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-03-24The mafia’s captive New threat
Shadows of ThreatsDays turn into weeks and weeks turn into months, and Cassie began to see the Blackwood estate as home. She was never mistreated, never taken for granted or disrespected.She even began to have nice conversations with some of the staff. She became close to Mrs. Persephone the housekeeper and her personal maid, Tyler.Bane still maintained a different attitude with bouts of niceness once in a while.Though the Blackwood estate was a new development in her life, it was better than home.It was better than the torture, the insults, hunger and the abuse from Ryder and Elijah.Now she could move more freely within the house and even had the password to some areas.The Blackwood estate was beautiful, almost too perfect from the manicured lawns to the towering walls and iron gates designed to keep outsiders at bay.And yet, Ryder and Elijah could still get in.It started with calls. They came at least an hour after breakfast, almost as if whoever was at the other end of the
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-03-28
Bab terbaru
The mafia’s captive The one who got away
The Leviathan was ash and steel.It sank beneath the waves two hours after the last extraction, taking with it the screams, the blood, and the remains of Valeria’s auction empire. By morning, satellite footage showed only oil on the sea and wreckage too deep to recover.But she wasn’t among the dead.She’d vanished—again.And Bain was done waiting.Mexico City – 48 Hours LaterThe morning news rolled footage of a collapsed warehouse on the outskirts of the city, reporting it as an “accidental fire.” What the media didn’t know was that warehouse had once been used to store children like property.Now, it was gone. One of three Bain’s team had leveled within 48 hours of the Leviathan raid.And still—no Valeria.Bain stood in the center of a darkened intelligence bunker inside Vulture’s mountain fortress, staring at a digital map filled with blinking red lights. Darius had gone dark. The buyers were scattering. And Valeria’s list of safehouses was down to nearly nothing.Then Viktor walk
The mafia’s captive The leviathan
The Leviathan rose from the Red Sea like a floating kingdom—sleek, monstrous, and quiet. Lights shimmered across its seven decks. Security was everywhere—armed mercs, drones, facial scanners at every hall. The invitation-only auction was about to begin.And Kira—the Widowmaker—was already inside.She wore black, her hair dyed a rich auburn, her accent calibrated to an Eastern European noble with oil money. Her alias: Ivana Mirek. Everything from her fingerprints to her past had been fabricated by Vulture’s network.She moved like silk through the corridors, cataloging every camera, every locked door, every armed guard.The guest list was a nightmare.Politicians from rogue states.CEOs with private armies.Billionaire traffickers.Even a prince from an unlisted monarchy.And then—there she was.Valeria.Dressed in red. Unbothered. Smiling. She stood at the center of it all like a goddess over rot. Her voice carried through the room as she toasted the night.“Tonight is about rebirth.
The mafia’s captive The pact
The safehouse was buried beneath the Dolomites—carved into stone, hidden even from satellites. A place with no name, built for war, not comfort. Only the most trusted ever knew its coordinates, and tonight, it held the kind of men who didn’t need introductions.Inside the stone-walled war room, five figures stood around a circular table. No phones. No recordings. Just red files, blood maps, and fury.Bain was the first to speak.“She’s bleeding,” he said, voice low. “And when a snake bleeds, she gets desperate.”He tossed down a photo—Valeria, dressed in a gold-trimmed coat, standing beside a bishop from the Vatican. Another photo: her in Morocco, shaking hands with a military commander. Beneath them, red circles. Targets.“She’s losing her grip,” Viktor said, flipping through the black ledger they had decrypted. “Three facilities torched, buyers dead or on the run. And now that the names are leaking… she’s losing allies. Fast.”“She still has Darius,” Vulture growled from the far end
The mafia’s captive The desert burns
The heat of the Moroccan desert felt alive—breathing down Bain’s neck like a curse.Nightfall cloaked the sky in ink as his convoy moved silently across the dunes. Viktor sat beside him in the lead vehicle, drone feeds streaming live into their tactical tablets. The facility ahead had been listed in the black ledger under a false import company: Zahara Holdings. From the outside, it looked like a dilapidated warehouse tucked between two abandoned oil refineries.But Bain knew better.This was no warehouse.It was a graveyard.“Thermal scan shows at least twenty heat signatures inside,” Viktor said. “Mostly stationary. Guard patrols on rotation every fifteen minutes. Cameras run on internal loop systems. No exterior defense beyond the sand.”“That’s because they don’t expect anyone to come out here,” Bain muttered. “Good.”Ten minutes later, silence shattered.Smoke bombs. Breach charges. The hiss of steel sliding against steel.Bain moved like a ghost—efficient, brutal. His team fanne
The mafia’s captive Ashes and Ashes
Bain didn’t sleep.By dawn, his eyes were red from staring at maps and encrypted files pulled from the black ledger. Viktor stood behind him, jaw clenched, marking facility coordinates with red dots across a global blueprint. Morocco. Serbia. Mexico. Others… hidden deeper. Protected by proxy names, shell companies, offshore records.“She’s been moving children like cargo for over a decade,” Bain muttered. “And we never saw it.”“She paid the right people to keep it quiet,” Viktor replied. “But the ledger broke her mask.”Bain nodded slowly. “We start in Morocco. Tonight. I want the place gutted.”But even as he plotted, a heaviness pressed on his spine. A cold intuition.Something wasn’t right.A knock came at the compound’s south gates. Not frantic. Not urgent. Calm. Intentional.Sentry cameras flickered. Bain’s blood turned to ice.Valeria stood alone outside his gates.Hair swept back. Red lips. Dressed like she was meeting an old lover instead of a man who wanted her dead.“She’s
The mafia’s captive Ties
he morning sun stretched gold fingers across the dense forests guarding Vulture’s compound. It was quiet. Too quiet. Bain didn’t trust silence anymore—not since the black ledger.With Cassian resting peacefully in his arms, Bain stepped into the private office flanked by Vulture, who had already cleared the room. The walls were soundproof. The security, doubled.The child stirred slightly in Bain’s arms but didn’t cry—he never cried when Bain held him. Something in him stilled in Bain’s presence, a sense of calm inherited from blood and bond.A soft beep marked the connection. Seconds later, Petrov appeared on the secure screen, face lined with exhaustion. Sokolov joined soon after, half-shadowed but wide-eyed.“Report,” Sokolov said quietly, skipping any pleasantries.Bain adjusted Cassian gently in his arm, then nodded to Vulture, who remained beside him like a fortress. “We found her ledger. It was hidden beneath the club floor in Suez. What we thought was just trafficking…” Bain’s
The mafia’s captive The vulture’s fury
Bain boarded the private jet without a second thought. His mind was clouded, heavy with the contents of the black ledger, each page worse than the last. The world he had always known—the world of power, control, and cold strategy—was now tainted by a deeper darkness, one that Valeria had built beneath his very nose.He didn’t want to believe it, but the evidence was irrefutable. The trafficking of children, pregnant teenage girls, and the cold, calculated way she had turned them into products to be bought and sold—it was beyond anything he had ever encountered. And now, it felt personal.As the jet soared through the night, Bain’s thoughts kept drifting back to Cassie and their newborn son. He had to see them. He had to make sure they were safe. He wasn’t just the mafia boss anymore; he was a father, and no matter how ruthless he was in his business dealings, there was one thing that mattered above all else: family.When Bain landed at Vulture’s domain, the cold, imposing fortress in
The mafia’s captive Fire in the veins
The sky over Marseille bled smoke and flame. Bain stood at the edge of the docks, his jaw tight, eyes fixed on the twisted wreckage of what used to be one of his largest arms shipments. The heat from the blast still lingered in the air, curling around his coat like ghost fingers. Flames licked the remains of steel containers, and the scent of burning fuel clawed into his senses.“She did this,” Viktor growled beside him, broken shards of metal reflected in his cold eyes. “Valeria. She knew when it would arrive. She knew everything.”“She’s making a statement,” Bain said, his voice low and controlled. “She wants us to bleed.”Behind them, emergency crews battled the blaze, but the loss was already staggering. Millions in weapons, gone. But it wasn’t about the money. It was about the war she’d just escalated.Viktor’s phone buzzed. He stepped away to answer, then returned, face grave. “Worse. One of Petrov’s family compounds in Belgrade was hit. His niece was there—barely made it out al
The mafia’s captive Sweet poison
Valeria stared at the photograph in silence.Her manicured fingers trembled slightly as she held the glossy image—one of a small, frail boy, no older than eight, sitting beside a tall figure she recognized instantly as the Widowmaker. The boy’s eyes were hollow. Malnourished. Unloved. But it wasn’t his condition that chilled her—it was the knowledge behind the image. They had found him. They knew.Another photo lay beside it on her desk.Markus’s severed head, his eyes still frozen in terror, mouth agape in his final scream. Dried blood stained the wrapping. Whoever sent it had made sure she understood the message.“You wanted a war,” the note beneath it read. “Now you have one.”The porcelain cup in her hand shattered against the wall. Tea splattered like blood.“WHO TOLD THEM?!” she screamed.Darius remained calm as he lit a cigarette in the corner of the room, his eyes watching her every move.“You always underestimate Bain,” he said. “You assumed silence meant weakness. But he’s p
