All Chapters of BOUND BY VENGEANCE 'CLAIMED BY THE MAFIA': Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

The days that followed our victory were a blur of activity. The compound was alive with the hum of rebuilding—men working day and night to repair the damage caused by Viktor's forces. The wounded were tended to, and those who had fallen in battle were mourned with the respect they deserved. Despite the temporary sense of peace, there was a quiet undercurrent of anxiety that refused to dissipate.I spent most of my days by Ronan's side, overseeing the recovery efforts, but my mind was never far from the looming uncertainty of what lay ahead. The war may have been won, but it was only the beginning of something larger, something darker. Viktor was defeated, but there were still other factions in the world who sought to challenge us. Other enemies who wanted to claim Ronan's empire for themselves.As I walked through the corridors of the compound, I couldn't shake the feeling that something wasn't right. A chill had settled in the air, one that had nothing to do with the weather. My insti

The days were passing in a blur of uncertainty. The unease in the compound hadn’t lifted, and despite our best efforts to rebuild and secure our territory, something always felt off. Every time I turned a corner, I half-expected to see someone watching me from the shadows, their eyes filled with malice and secrets. Every conversation felt like it held hidden meanings like something was being left unsaid.But nothing prepared me for what came next.Ronan’s investigation into the traitor’s network had led him to a chilling discovery—one that shook the very foundation of everything we had built. His sources had uncovered evidence of a plan, one so intricate and far-reaching that it threatened everything we had fought for. The conspiracy ran deeper than we had ever anticipated, and the betrayal wasn’t just within the walls of our compound. It had stretched its tendrils far beyond, weaving into the very fabric of the criminal underworld.As Ronan filled me in on the details, my mind strugg

The night was thick with tension as we made our way to the location where the elusive mastermind, the one behind the conspiracy, was supposed to be hiding. Ronan led the way, his presence commanding, every step calculated, his every movement a sign of the impending finality. The air was heavy with the weight of what was about to unfold, but there was no turning back now. We had come too far, and there would be no mercy for the person who had dared to threaten our empire.The convoy was silent, the hum of the vehicles blending into the background of our thoughts. Inside the SUV, Ronan was focused, his jaw clenched in determination. His mind was elsewhere, locked in on the mission at hand, but I could see the strain in his eyes. We had been through so much together, and yet, this felt different. This wasn’t just about power or control anymore; this was about survival. This was the final test."I’m ready for this to end," I murmured, breaking the silence.Ronan’s eyes flicked toward me,

The morning light filtered through the heavy curtains, casting a soft glow over the room. For the first time in weeks, I woke up without the weight of impending danger pressing down on me. The air felt lighter, as though the burden of the past was finally starting to lift, piece by piece.Ronan lay beside me, his arm draped protectively over my waist, his breathing steady and calm. It was a rare moment of peace—something we both needed after everything we’d been through. The battles, the betrayals, the bloodshed—it had all taken its toll, but now, at this moment, there was only silence, only us.I shifted slightly, careful not to wake him, and gazed out the window. The city was still waking up, the streets bustling with activity. But the view from our penthouse was a stark reminder that we were far from the life we had once known. Everything had changed. We had changed.I reached over, gently brushing a lock of hair away from Ronan’s forehead. His face softened in his sleep, a rare si

The night passed in tense silence, each hour stretching endlessly as I prepared myself for the confrontation that loomed on the horizon. The city outside our window felt eerily still, as if holding its breath, waiting for the storm that was about to break.Ronan and I spent the final hours before dawn in quiet preparation, the weight of the situation hanging heavy between us. Our plans were laid out, every detail was accounted for. We knew where the Russians were most vulnerable, where we could strike with precision, and how to cripple their operations before they had a chance to retaliate.I wasn’t nervous—at least, I didn’t let myself feel it. Fear had no place in this world. But the reality of the situation was undeniable. If we failed, everything we had built would crumble. Our empire, our future—everything would be at risk.As the first rays of light crept into the sky, Ronan stood by the window, his back to me as he looked out over the city. His silhouette was strong, and unwave