All Chapters of BOUND BY VENGEANCE 'CLAIMED BY THE MAFIA': Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

The days passed in a blur of preparation and strategy. The knowledge that the Russians had allied with another faction was a blow, but we couldn’t afford to dwell on it. Ronan was resolute, as always, focusing on the path forward, while I did everything I could to support him, offering counsel where needed, organizing our resources, and ensuring that our people were prepared.Yet, despite the urgency, there was a certain heaviness in the air. The tension was palpable, not just in our compound but in the very atmosphere around us. It felt as if the world itself was holding its breath, waiting for the next move. Every step we took felt like we were walking a tightrope—one misstep, and it could all come crashing down.As we continued to prepare for the impending battle, I found myself reflecting on everything that had brought us here. The wars, the betrayals, the alliances we’d formed—and the personal stakes that had driven us this far. The woman I had been when I first met Ronan was a f

The days following our conversation felt like an eternity. Tensions rose as we prepared for the war that was inevitably coming our way. Rumors of alliances being formed between our enemies circulated, but we didn’t have time to confirm any of them. Every minute mattered. Each move had to be calculated with precision. If we made even one wrong step, the consequences would be catastrophic.Ronan’s focus never wavered, and I admired him for it, even if it made him more distant at times. I could see how much he hated not being able to share the weight of this with anyone, but I knew his resolve. He would shoulder this burden alone if he had to, and I wasn’t about to let that happen. We were partners, equal in every sense. It was only right that we faced the coming storm together.I found myself walking through the compound with a sense of urgency. The guards had doubled in number, and the usual chatter among the men was replaced by tense silence. Everyone knew what was at stake. Every per

The moment we stepped onto the battlefield, everything changed. The world narrowed into the immediate threat in front of us, the blinding rush of adrenaline overtaking everything else. The enemy was waiting for us, just beyond the treeline, their army a sea of weapons and armor. But they underestimated us—they underestimated what we had built.The first strike was swift. Ronan’s voice rang out, commanding and clear, cutting through the chaos. “Move out!” His order echoed, and the men around us surged forward, a well-trained force ready to defend everything we had worked for.I could hear the sounds of gunfire and the clash of metal as battle ensued. The air smelled of smoke, the sharp tang of sweat and blood mixing as the war erupted around us. But there was no fear in my chest—only determination, a fierce need to protect what was ours. What Ronan had built.I was by his side, moving as one with him. We had fought together before, but this was different. This wasn’t just a battle. It

The morning after our hard-earned victory was bittersweet. The sun rose slowly over the horizon, casting long shadows across the battlefield, which had now become a makeshift cemetery. Soldiers moved quietly as if the weight of the previous night’s events had stolen the vibrancy from the world. The victory we had fought for felt distant, like something half-remembered, fleeting.Ronan and I had barely slept. Even in the quiet of the early morning, I could feel his tension, his restlessness. He couldn’t afford to let his guard down—not yet.We gathered in the war room, surrounded by the maps and plans we had once hoped would bring us peace. Instead, they now charted our next move. Ronan stood at the head of the table, his eyes scanning the board. His fingers tapped lightly against the wood, a sign of his growing frustration."We can’t afford to be complacent," he said, his voice hard as steel. "The battle against Viktor’s forces may be over, but the war is far from it. I’ve received wo

The air crackled with tension as the battle raged around us. The sound of gunfire was deafening, and the shouts of men—both enemy and ally—filled the air. I could feel the weight of the situation pressing down on me, but there was no time to stop and think. We had to fight, we had to survive. The stakes had never been higher.Ronan's hand gripped mine tightly as we moved through the chaos. His eyes were steely, filled with an intensity I had come to know all too well. There was no room for fear now. We had crossed a line, and there was no turning back."We need to find him," I shouted over the noise. "The man I saw—the one who spoke to me. He knows more than he’s letting on."Ronan’s jaw tightened. "We will. But first, we need to finish this. Get the soldiers in position, and take control of the room. We need to ensure they don’t regroup."He was right, of course. If we didn’t deal with the immediate threat, we wouldn’t have the chance to track down the mysterious man. With that thoug