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The mafia’s captive The devil’s right hand
The warehouse was dimly lit, the air thick with the scent of oil and gunpowder. Darius stood at the center, his presence commanding, as he surveyed the array of weapons laid out before him. Each piece was a testament to the chaos he intended to unleash.He turned to his lieutenant, a scarred man known only as Vex. “Begin the outreach. I want the best—no, the worst. The kind of men who make the devil himself shudder. Money is no object. Tell them Valeria is assembling an army, and their skills are required.”Vex nodded, pulling out a secure satellite phone to begin the calls.Darius walked over to a map pinned to the wall, red pins marking locations across the globe—Kyiv, Caracas, Mogadishu, Bangkok. Each represented a potential recruit, a harbinger of death.He paused at a pin in Lagos, his gaze lingering. A name scribbled beside it: “The Widowmaker.” A Nigerian assassin known for her ruthlessness and discretion. She would be a valuable asset.As the night wore on, Darius continued to
最終更新日 : 2025-04-19The mafia’s captive The widowmaker
The compound was silent, the weight of war pressing into every stone, every shadow. Inside his private study, Bain stood with arms crossed, staring down at the map spread across the long mahogany table. Red ink marked the latest intelligence from Viktor—names, locations, movements. Darius’s recruits were converging like wolves around a kill.Cassie’s soft humming from the baby’s room drifted faintly down the hall, grounding him for a moment. But then his eyes hardened again.“We strike first,” Bain muttered to himself.Viktor entered without knocking, his expression grim. “Lagos confirmed. The Widowmaker is en route to Eastern Europe. Caracas Twins were seen leaving Venezuela. Someone paid their blood price in full.”Bain’s jaw clenched. “And Kain?”“No trace. But he’s out there.”A low growl rumbled in Bain’s throat. “Then it’s time we send a message.”He stepped away from the table and opened a locked steel case in the corner of the room. Inside, a single black coin rested atop a ve
最終更新日 : 2025-04-19The mafia’s captive Breached
It happened fast.Too fast.The early morning stillness shattered as alarms wailed through the compound like sirens in hell. Red lights pulsed along the halls. The sound of boots pounding against marble echoed like war drums. The air was thick with smoke and chaos.Cassie clutched her son tighter to her chest, her heart thundering like a war drum as she crouched behind the nursery’s overturned dresser. The baby whimpered, sensing the fear vibrating off her. Outside the room, gunfire cracked in rapid bursts, each one like lightning slicing through her nerves.Then the door burst open.Luca.His shirt was soaked in sweat, a rifle slung over his shoulder, eyes feral and scanning. “Cassie! We’ve been breached—they’re inside.”She didn’t ask questions. She just nodded.He rushed to her side and grabbed the baby carrier with one hand, helping her up with the other. “Stay behind me. No matter what. Do you understand?”“Yes,” she whispered, her voice tight with fear.They moved.Luca led them
最終更新日 : 2025-04-19The mafia’s captive Blood threats
Valeria’s Estate — MidnightThe ornate wine glass in Valeria’s hand shattered as she crushed it against the side of her throne-like chair. Crimson droplets slid down her palm, but she didn’t flinch. Her eyes were locked on the video looping across the screen in front of her—the Caracas Twins, mercenaries she’d paid a fortune to lure, now headless corpses, their severed heads mailed in a black velvet box with Bain’s seal burned into the lining.Next to the box had been a note:“Your’re losing princess”.Darius stood in the corner, tense. “He’s sending a message.”“No,” Valeria snarled. “He’s taunting me. This isn’t a war anymore. This is personal.”Her phone buzzed. A voice from her private network whispered across the line. “Confirmed. Kain’s returned. But the Widowmaker… she’s turned.”Valeria’s lips curled into a sneer. “Of course she has. She smelled survival. But they’ll all see—I don’t lose.”She spun to face Darius. “I want more recruits. Not assassins. Butchers. Fanatics. Give
最終更新日 : 2025-04-19The mafia’s captive Project siren
Romanian Mountains – 2:00 AMThe snowstorm was blinding. Ice crackled under Viktor’s boots as he crouched behind the outcrop overlooking the secluded mountain lodge. Inside, the Romanian syndicate—contracted killers with ties to Valeria—laughed around a long oak table, their breath misting in the frigid air.Viktor’s voice was calm through the comms. “Target confirmed. Twelve inside. All armed.”From a nearby ridge, Petrov’s sniper clicked into position. Bain’s orders had been simple: “No survivors.”Viktor gave a low whistle.The first shot rang out, shattering the skull of the leader mid-toast. The room descended into chaos—men diving, weapons drawn—but it was too late.Viktor stormed through the front door, twin pistols raised.Three fell before they even reached cover. Another tried to escape through the kitchen and was met by an assassin’s blade from the snow. Blood stained the white floors.It was over in five minutes.Viktor knelt beside the last man gasping on the floor. “Tell
最終更新日 : 2025-04-19The mafia’s captive Lost bloodline
Underground Safehouse – LagosThe screen flickered to life.The Widowmaker sat in the dim glow of her workstation, face blank as the video marked PROJECT SIREN played.A young Valeria—barely seventeen—was strapped to a metal chair in a concrete room. Her wrists were bruised. A voice off-camera asked, “What is your purpose?”Her voice, soft but cold: “To seduce, control, eliminate.”“Who created you?”No answer.Then the sound of electrocution.Widowmaker paused the feed.Her fingers hovered over the keys, hesitating—for the first time in years.“Valeria wasn’t born a monster,” she whispered to herself. “She was manufactured.”She encrypted the file again and sent it to Bain with a single message:“This is where she was made. Destroy it.”Bain’s Compound – War RoomBain watched the grainy footage. His jaw clenched. The coldness in Valeria’s teenage eyes was too familiar—it was the same look she wore now. But seeing her origin… it changed things.Viktor stood by his side, arms crossed.
最終更新日 : 2025-04-19The mafia’s captive A mole
The skies over Vulture’s Domain burned gold with the rising sun, casting a regal light on the vast fortress hidden deep in the mountains of northern Italy. The sprawling estate stood like a myth brought to life—black stone walls lined with thorn-covered vines, watchtowers manned with elite guards, and a grand courtyard paved in dark marble that shimmered in the morning light.The transport arrived in silence, cloaked and armored, as it rolled through the massive gates. Cassie stepped out first, cradling her one-month-old son to her chest, her face tight with exhaustion but alert. The Widowmaker followed, her hand never far from the pistol on her hip. She gave a nod to the guards—men who didn’t flinch even at the sight of her. Respect ran deep here.From the main doors of the mansion emerged the Vulture himself. Cloaked in a long black coat, his presence was as chilling as it was charismatic. His silver-streaked hair framed sharp eyes that missed nothing. But when his gaze fell on Cass
最終更新日 : 2025-04-19The 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
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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
