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2025-04-05 05:43:01
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The 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
Huling Na-update : 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.“
Huling Na-update : 2025-04-05The mafia’s captive The warehouse
The mansion was silent after the chaos had unfolded. Cassie was gone. The air around Bain felt thick and suffocating, like the walls themselves were closing in on him. His pulse raced, and his heart pounded in his chest as the weight of the situation hit him.Volkov had crossed the line. Taking Cassie, taking their child—it was an act that would not go unpunished.Bain’s mind was already spinning with plans, his thoughts moving faster than he could follow. He should have known something was off. He had trusted the doctor, but now he saw the signs—the coldness in his eyes, the way he’d moved with such purpose.Viktor stood across the room, his face ashen. He’d been caught off guard, just like Bain. “We need to move. Now.”Bain didn’t respond immediately. His mind was focused on one thing only—getting Cassie back. He ran a hand through his hair, his jaw clenched tight. The adrenaline was beginning to take over, but there was also a searing, consuming fury inside him. Volkov had taken th
Huling Na-update : 2025-04-05The mafia’s captive The escape
The night was thick with tension as Bain’s team moved in silent formation, each man ready for action. The plan was simple—get in, retrieve Cassie, and get out. No hesitation. No mercy. Bain’s blood burned with a mixture of rage and determination, each step bringing him closer to the one thing he wanted more than anything in the world.Cassie.The facility was just ahead, an old warehouse district on the outskirts of the city. Bain’s men were already positioned, weapons drawn, scanning for threats. He was beyond ready to rip apart anyone who stood between him and his woman.Bain’s fingers tightened around the hilt of his gun, his jaw set in a tight line. He wasn’t going to let Volkov win—not this time. He wasn’t going to let him take everything that mattered to him.Viktor, always by his side, kept a vigilant eye on the surroundings. He had been instrumental in tracking down the facility. “We’re almost there, Bain. We’ve got eyes on the building.”Bain’s eyes narrowed as they moved tow
Huling Na-update : 2025-04-05The mafia’s captive The farmhouse
Bain sat at the edge of the bed, his eyes glued to the ground, his fists clenched tightly. The rage and frustration from the failed rescue mission still burned through him. Cassie—his Cassie—had been taken again. He’d failed her. Volkov had slipped away once more, and Bain had been left standing in the wreckage of their hope.He hadn’t spoken much since returning to the house, his mind replaying every second of the mission, every opportunity he’d missed. Viktor, Luca, and the others had done their best to reassure him, but there was nothing they could say to calm the storm raging inside him.“Bain,” Viktor’s voice broke through the fog of his thoughts. “You need to eat. You’re not doing yourself any good like this.”Bain barely acknowledged Viktor, his eyes still locked on the floor. His stomach churned at the thought of food, the weight of everything pressing down on him. He didn’t care about eating. He couldn’t bring himself to care about anything but getting Cassie back.Viktor ste
Huling Na-update : 2025-04-05The mafia’s captive The heart return
The days passed in a blur for Cassie. Life in the farmhouse had become a strange sort of calm. The couple who had taken her in, Mary and George, treated her with nothing but kindness. They provided a safe refuge for her and her unborn child, but Cassie could never shake the feeling that the storm was still brewing, just waiting to crash down.Her belly had grown more prominent in the past few months. At seven months pregnant, every movement was a reminder of the life she carried inside her, a life that had kept her grounded, kept her going. She tried to stay positive, to focus on the moments of peace she found in the farmhouse, but her thoughts were constantly drawn to Bain.She missed him, more than she cared to admit. His absence left a hole in her chest, a constant ache that never quite went away. The uncertainty of what had happened to him—where he was, if he was okay—kept her awake at night, staring out at the horizon, hoping that one day he would come for her. She had faith. She
Huling Na-update : 2025-04-05The mafia’s captive Fire and blood and family
The night air was thick with smoke and the metallic scent of blood. The abandoned fortress outside Prague burned in the distance, casting a hellish glow over the field where it all came to an end.Bain stood at the center of the battlefield, his black coat soaked in blood—his and his enemies’. His breath came in ragged bursts. His knuckles were raw, his jaw bruised. But his eyes burned with vengeance.Volkov was still standing too, blood streaming from a gash over his eye, his lip split, one arm hanging limp from a dislocated shoulder. Around them, bodies littered the ground—Volkov’s men, torn apart by Bain’s soldiers and the loyal Bratva.Petrov and Sokolov had arrived like thunder, their forces crashing down in a synchronized assault. The Russians fought with brutal efficiency, honoring Bain’s loyalty with bloodshed and power. Gunfire echoed, men screamed, but Bain heard none of it.He saw only Volkov.“You came all this way,” Volkov spat, staggering to his feet, “for a girl.”Bain’s
Huling Na-update : 2025-04-08The 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
Huling Na-update : 2025-04-12
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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
