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The mafia’s captive The meet up
Bain sat in his study, the low hum of classical music playing in the background. His fingers tapped rhythmically against the mahogany desk as he reviewed documents outlining his next strategic move. His name carried weight in the underworld—feared, respected, and whispered in the shadows. But now, something far more personal was at stake.Cassiopeia.She had nearly been taken from him. Elijah’s botched attempt at selling her to an old enemy had ignited a rage within Bain he hadn’t felt in years. And now, as he uncovered more details about the man behind it—Aleksander volkov job, the very man who had his parents executed—his fury burned like an inferno.Luca entered without knocking, his expression unusually grim.“We have a problem,” he said, tossing a folder onto Bain’s desk.Bain opened it. Inside were surveillance images of volkov’s men moving through the city. They weren’t just watching—they were planning.“They’re testing you,” Luca said. “Seeing how far they can push before you
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-04-05The mafia’s captive The rescue
Back at the EstateCassie was waiting for him.The moment Bain stepped inside, she knew something had changed. His face was unreadable, but his body was tense, coiled like a predator ready to strike.She stepped toward him. “What happened?”Bain didn’t answer. Instead, he cupped her face, his thumb tracing her lower lip. His touch was rough, desperate.“Bain—”He kissed her.It wasn’t soft. It wasn’t gentle.It was a war of its own.Cassie gasped against his mouth, but he didn’t let up. His hands gripped her waist, pulling her flush against him. She felt the raw intensity in him, the storm raging beneath the surface.Then, just as suddenly as he had kissed her, he pulled away.Cassie was breathless. “What—”Bain exhaled sharply, his forehead pressing against hers. “I need you, Cassiopeia. But not like this.”She swallowed hard. “Then how?”His eyes met hers, burning. “When this war is over.”She didn’t know if that promise made her feel better or worse.But as Bain walked away, she re
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-04-05The mafia’s captive The reckoning
The storm was coming.Bain Blackwood had always known that the business of power was never a one-way street. You either fought to stay on top, or you were pulled under by the weight of your own mistakes.But Aleksander Volkov had made one mistake that Bain would never forgive.He had tried to take what was his.⸻A PLAN TO STRIKE BACKBain stood in the middle of his private war room, his fingers tapping against the glass top of the table, eyes hard as steel. He stared at the map of the city, the red dots marking Volkov’s last known locations. There were too many, but Bain was always three steps ahead.Luca stood to his left, Viktor to his right.“We know Volkov’s men have been in and out of the city, but we haven’t been able to pin down his exact location,” Viktor said, his voice laced with irritation.Bain remained silent, eyes flicking over the surveillance data, his mind calculating.“I want Volkov’s inner circle. I want his men, his enforcers, his lieutenants—all of them,” Bain sa
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-04-05The mafia’s captive The beginning of the end
WAR WAS HERE.Bain Blackwood sat in the back of his SUV, his fingers drumming against the leather seat. The city lights flickered past as the convoy moved in near silence, three armored SUVs slicing through the night like shadows.Aleksander Volkov had dared to attack him—his people, his empire.Now, Bain would show him why that was a fatal mistake.Luca and Viktor were still out there, surrounded, bleeding. His warehouse was nothing but smoldering rubble, one of his main offices destroyed. Volkov wasn’t just sending a message—he was trying to dismantle Bain’s power.And Bain didn’t forgive.“ETA?” Bain muttered, his voice clipped.“Ten minutes,” the driver responded.Bain exhaled slowly, flexing his hands.He wasn’t going to wait for Volkov to make another move. He was going to burn him out of hiding.⸻SOMEWHERE OUTSIDE THE CITYLuca gritted his teeth, pressing against the cold motel wall, his breath ragged. Blood soaked through his sleeve, warm and sticky, but he wasn’t dead yet.V
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-04-05The mafia’s captive The plan
Bain Blackwood had been patient.For years, he had built an empire of power, precision, and absolute control. No one had dared challenge him in a way that truly threatened him—until Aleksander Volkov.First, the attack on his warehouse and office.Then, the ambush on Luca and Viktor.And now, Volkov was preparing for something bigger.But Bain wasn’t waiting for him to strike first.He was going hunting.⸻THE STRATEGYBain stood in the center of the conference room, surrounded by his most trusted men. A massive city map was spread across the table, marked with red dots—Volkov’s locations.Viktor, still bruised but alert, leaned against the wall, arms crossed. “Volkov’s making moves faster than expected. We confirmed he has an arms shipment arriving at the docks tomorrow night.”Luca, still bandaged but smirking, flicked a lighter open and shut. “Then we burn it down before he can touch it.”Bain tapped his fingers against the table, his mind calculating. “No. We don’t just destroy it
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-04-05The mafia’s captive The baby
The next morning, Cassie felt off.She had barely touched her breakfast, her appetite nonexistent despite Viktor practically forcing her to eat. Her body felt heavy, her limbs weak. Even standing made her dizzy.Bain was on the phone, his voice sharp as he barked orders to his men. Cassie tried to take a sip of water, but her stomach churned.The edges of her vision blurred.Then, everything tilted.“Cassie?”Bain’s voice sounded distant, almost muffled.The last thing she saw was him rushing toward her before everything went black.⸻The beeping of hospital machines was the first thing she registered.Cassie’s eyes fluttered open, the sterile white of the hospital ceiling above her. Her body felt weak, but she wasn’t in pain. Just… drained.A warm hand squeezed hers. She turned her head.Bain was sitting beside her, his eyes dark with barely concealed panic. The sight of him like that made her heart squeeze.“You scared the hell out of me,” he muttered.Cassie gave him a weak smile.
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-04-05The mafia’s captive Panic room
The tension in the Blackwood estate was suffocating. Every corner was swarming with security, every window reinforced, every shadow a potential threat.Cassie could feel it in the way the guards trailed her every move, in the way Bain barely left her side unless it was absolutely necessary. She was used to his possessiveness, his need for control—but this was different. This was fear.Bain Blackwood didn’t scare easily.But Volkov had pushed him to a place even Cassie had never seen before.She sat in the bedroom, a hand absentmindedly resting on her stomach. Four months. It still didn’t feel real. There was a life growing inside her, a child that was half hers, half Bain’s. A child Volkov had already threatened.A soft knock pulled her from her thoughts.Luca stepped inside, a cautious smile on his face. “How are you holding up?”Cassie let out a breath. “I feel like I’m in a cage.”Luca nodded, sitting on the edge of the bed. “You kind of are.”She looked at him, exasperated. “Not h
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-04-05The mafia’s captive Kidnapped
The air was thick with smoke and the heavy scent of blood as Bain and Volkov faced off in the wreckage of the dockyard. The brutal exchange had left them both bloodied, barely standing.Bain’s breath was ragged, each inhale feeling like it would be his last. He wiped blood from his lip, a wound on his cheek dripping steadily down his neck. His right hand was already stiff from the impact, but the adrenaline kept him moving.Volkov grinned, his own wounds evident. His jacket was torn, and blood trickled down his face. He was just as tired, but there was something in his eyes—something dangerous, like he was just getting started.“You think this is over?” Volkov sneered, his voice low and mocking. “You’re mistaken, Blackwood. You’ve won this round, but I will return. You know I always do.”Bain staggered forward, his hand gripped tightly around his gun, but he could barely focus. The world around him was blurring. He knew that if Volkov walked away today, it wouldn’t be the end of it.“
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-04-05
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The mafia’s captive Bloodlines
He closed his eyes for a second. Do it now, or it’ll eat you alive later.Bain pushed open the door.Cassie looked up, her dark eyes still sleepy, her hair tied loosely as she nursed their baby. The moment she saw him, her face softened.“You okay?” she asked gently, adjusting the blanket over the baby’s small body.He nodded. “Yeah… yeah, I just needed to see you both.”She tilted her head, studying him. “Something’s wrong.”Bain didn’t answer right away. He walked toward them, crouched beside her, and reached out to brush his thumb along the baby’s cheek.“There’s something I need to tell you, Cass.”The air shifted.She blinked slowly, brows furrowing. “What is it?”He exhaled, steadying his voice. “Petrov finished the background investigation… on Valeria’s right-hand man. The one she’s using to recruit underground killers.”Cassie watched him closely, tension building behind her eyes.“His name is Darius,” Bain continued. “And he’s not just some mercenary. He’s your father.”Every
The mafia’s captive Darius
The black coin still sat where the Vulture’s message had been delivered. Valeria hadn’t touched it. She wouldn’t. Not yet.She stood in the center of the candlelit room, her heels silent against the marble floor. Her back was straight, her expression composed—calm, almost queen-like. But her eyes burned with fear. Cold, sharp, strangling fear. That man—the Vulture—his voice alone had wrapped around her like a noose.Stay away from Bain Blackwood. He is my brother. His son, my godson. Touch them, and I’ll gut your world so thoroughly you’ll beg to be erased.She hadn’t slept. Not since that message arrived. And yet, she couldn’t break. She wouldn’t. Her obsession with Bain had long crossed the lines of logic, morality, or even survival.She raised her phone and dialed.It rang once.“Talk,” came the low, gravel-rough voice of Darius.“Recruitment begins now,” she ordered. “I want them all. The underground—the real one. Mercenaries. Assassins. War dogs. I don’t care what they charge.”A
The mafia’s captive The vulture
Valeria was losing patience.The black coin had already been delivered. Not just to a market. Not to a warehouse or a street-run crew. No—this time, she’d sent it straight to the gates of his fortress.Bain Blackwood’s compound.A bold move. A declaration of war.And yet… nothing.No retaliation. No reply. No counterstrike.She paced the dark loft of her hideout, the sharp clack of her heels against marble echoing like gunshots. Kain leaned against the wall behind her, arms crossed, expression blank. The assassin was a brutal storm in a quiet sky—always still before the kill. She trusted him more than most, which said very little. But even he looked slightly on edge now.“He’s waiting,” Valeria muttered, more to herself than anyone else. “Watching. Calculating. That’s what he does. But the longer he waits, the more dangerous he becomes.”Kain said nothing.Valeria spun toward one of her lieutenants, a wiry man with a split lip and trembling fingers. “What are the latest movements?”He
The mafia’s captive Blood pact
The SUV growled as it tore down the midnight streets of the city, its windows tinted, its driver silent. Bain Blackwood sat in the back seat, a storm barely contained beneath his skin. His eyes burned with fury, his hand resting on the pistol strapped to his thigh—not because he needed it, but because control was becoming a fragile thing.The massacre had happened less than an hour ago. One of his oldest markets—gone. Burned. Every man inside executed. It wasn’t just a message.It was a declaration.And left behind, in the middle of the bloodstained floor, was a single black coin.The same kind Bain once used as a symbol of finality.But this coin… wasn’t his.It bore no insignia. No carving. Just black, polished steel. Cold and silent.Valeria’s signature.She was playing his own game now.Viktor’s voice echoed in his mind from the call minutes earlier. “We cleared the scene. No witnesses. It was surgical, Bain. She didn’t just hit it to provoke you—she studied our rotation, our resp
The mafia’s captive Blood price
The sky over New York bled gray as the first whispers of morning slithered through the city’s alleys. But in the heart of the Blackwood estate, there was no sunrise—only smoke.Bain stood in the center of the war room, eyes locked on the tablet in Viktor’s hands. The footage was grainy, taken from one of his security drones. What remained of one of his black market hubs looked like a warzone. Bodies scattered like discarded dolls. Fire licking the bones of steel scaffolding. Blood painted across concrete.And in the center, placed delicately atop a broken crate—A single obsidian coin.Unmarked. Untraceable. But he knew what it meant.Valeria.Viktor’s voice was like gravel. “They were tortured before they were killed. The cameras were disabled thirty seconds before the attack. Whoever did this knew the layout like the back of their hand.”Bain didn’t blink. “Someone gave her intel.”“They didn’t just hit the market, Bain. They destroyed it. This was a message.”Bain’s jaw clenched, h
The mafia’s captive Black coin
The day broke with the scent of ash.Bain Blackwood stood on the balcony outside his office, the city sprawled out before him like a kingdom on the edge of a storm. A single call had shattered the early morning calm—a call from one of his lieutenants on the east side.The moment he answered, he felt it in his bones.“There’s been an attack.”The voice was tight, urgent. “Market district. One of ours. Ten men dead. Burned. And they left something behind.”Bain’s voice dropped, razor sharp. “What?”A beat.“A coin. Black. Right in the center of the carnage.”Bain didn’t speak. Didn’t blink. Just stared out at the skyline as the wind picked up around him.It wasn’t just an attack.It was a message.—Inside the mansion, the warmth of their new life still clung to the walls. Cassie padded through the hallway barefoot, their son tucked gently in her arms. She paused by the nursery window, catching the flicker of tension in Bain’s frame as he stood alone outside, the breeze ruffling his shi
The mafia’s captive Brotherhood
Bain sat in the quiet of the nursery, his son cradled in his arms, his gaze softened as he watched the tiny life in his hands. The baby’s breath was even and gentle, completely unaware of the storm that was brewing just outside the walls of their peaceful sanctuary.He let out a breath, steadying himself. The weight of responsibility was different now. It wasn’t just power or violence that he had to protect—it was love. It was family. And the past, in all its ugly, blood-soaked glory, had returned to remind him just how fragile that could be.His phone buzzed again—an encrypted video call from Petrov and SokolovWithout hesitation, Bain swiped the screen, the familiar faces of his sworn brothers appearing on the screen. They both smiled when they saw him, a moment of genuine warmth breaking through the tension that had lingered in Bain’s chest since Viktor’s news.Petrov, as always, looked like a man who had stepped out of a warzone—and Sokolov, ever the strategist, gave a sharp nod as
The mafia’s captive The devil in silk
The scent of blood and expensive perfume hung in the air like smoke.Valeria lounged on a velvet chaise in her private suite, the lighting dim, casting shadows that danced like old ghosts on the walls. A glass of red wine swirled in her hand, the liquid as dark as her thoughts. She wore silk—crimson, like fresh blood—and nothing else. The room around her looked like the den of a queen from some violent fairytale: gold-dusted mirrors, antique weapons mounted beside oil paintings, and a wall-length map of New York City dotted with pins and notes in sharp, angry handwriting.Her lips curved into a lazy smile as she lifted the glass to her mouth.“He’s scared,” she murmured. “I can feel it.”Across the room, her informant shifted uncomfortably. He wasn’t one of her usual playthings—too tense, too serious—but his intel was valuable. And she had a taste for useful men, even if they bored her.“You asked for a full report,” he said, straightening. “And you need to hear it before you make ano
The mafia’s captive Ghost don’t stay dead
The sun poured softly through the tall windows of the Blackwood estate, golden light draping over the polished marble floors and velvet curtains. For once, silence didn’t mean tension—it meant peace.Cassie sat curled up in the nursery, her newborn son nestled against her chest. He was small, warm, and impossibly perfect. His little fingers clutched at the lace of her robe as he slept, his breathing soft and steady.Bain stood in the doorway, leaning against the frame with his arms crossed over his broad chest, watching her with a look that no one else ever got to see—soft, reverent, protective. He didn’t say anything. He didn’t need to. Everything was right, at last.Luca wandered past behind him, cradling a mug of coffee, still shirtless, clearly making himself at home. Ryder trailed after him, yawning and muttering something about needing better espresso. They’d both moved in after the chaos had ended, claiming the guest wing. Family. Finally.For the first time in their violent, b
