All Chapters of BOUND BY VENGEANCE 'CLAIMED BY THE MAFIA': Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

The raised voices outside jolted me fully awake, my heart pounding in my chest. For a moment, I wasn’t sure if I was still dreaming, but the tension in the air was too real to ignore.I stumbled out of the small bedroom, my pulse racing as I followed the sound of the commotion. The main room of the cabin was dimly lit, but I could see Ronan standing near the front door, his towering figure radiating authority. He was arguing with one of his men, their voices low but heated.“What’s going on?” I asked, my voice cutting through the tension.Ronan turned to me, his expression hard. “There’s movement in the woods. They’re getting closer.”“Who?” I whispered, though I already knew the answer.“Viktor’s men,” Ronan said grimly. “We’ve spotted at least five of them. They’re closing in fast.”A cold dread settled over me, and I glanced toward the window, half-expecting to see shadows lurking in the darkness. “What do we do?”“We fight,” Ronan said without hesitation. “If they want a war, we’l

The silence of the safe house was oppressive, broken only by the sound of crackling wood in the fireplace. It was strange—how quickly the world outside could feel so far away, yet how close danger always seemed to linger.I had barely closed my eyes for an hour when a sudden, sharp knock on the door startled me awake. My heart pounded in my chest, and I sprang from the armchair, my muscles still heavy with exhaustion. Ronan was at my side in an instant, his hand resting lightly on my shoulder, his expression unreadable.“Stay here,” he said in a low, commanding tone, his voice leaving no room for argument.I nodded, swallowing the lump in my throat. I had no intention of disobeying him—not when I knew how high the stakes were. I watched him move to the door, his hand briefly brushing the sidearm at his waist before he cracked the door open.A figure stepped into the dim light from the outside, one of Ronan’s men. His face was tense, eyes flicking quickly around the room before settlin

The tension in the air was thick, suffocating. Every second felt like an eternity, the sound of Viktor’s men growing louder as they closed in. My heart pounded in my chest, a constant reminder of the danger we were in. The car was stuck, and the forest around us felt like it was closing in, a trap from which there was no escape.Ronan’s grip on the steering wheel was unyielding, his jaw set with determination. He wasn’t going to let them catch us, I knew that. But I also knew we were running out of options. The car wasn’t going anywhere, and if Viktor’s men found us here…“We need a plan, now,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper.Ronan’s eyes flickered toward me, his expression hard. “I’m working on it.”I couldn’t help but glance over my shoulder again, my stomach churning as the sound of the approaching vehicles grew louder. My breath caught in my throat. There was no more running, no more dodging. We were going to have to face this head-on.“What are they going to do when they

The air in the cabin felt thick with tension as the woman’s words hung in the silence. She wasn’t here by coincidence, and the way she moved—calm, collected, and certain—told me she had a purpose. But who was she? And more importantly, why should we trust her?I glanced at Ronan, searching his expression for any sign of uncertainty. His jaw was tight, his eyes narrow as he watched the woman closely, clearly trying to assess her in the span of a few seconds.“You say you know the way out?” Ronan’s voice was tight, his skepticism clear. “How do we know we’re not walking into another trap?”The woman stepped further into the dimly lit room, the shadows casting her face in a way that made it difficult to read her emotions. She wore all black, her clothes blending into the darkness as if she belonged here like she was part of this world we were trying so hard to escape.“I’m not here to make deals, Ronan,” she replied coolly, her voice steady and confident. “I’ve been tracking Viktor’s men

The cabin was far too quiet. The sound of our breathing, steady but heavy, was the only noise that seemed to fill the air. Ronan had settled by the small fireplace, his back to the cold stone wall as he fiddled with a few scattered logs, attempting to spark a fire. I stood by the window, peering into the darkness that stretched endlessly outside. The woods around us were alive with the rustle of unseen creatures, but it was the silence that unsettled me most.It felt like we were being watched, though I couldn’t shake the sense that it wasn’t just the world around us keeping an eye on us. It was Viktor.I closed my eyes for a moment, exhaling slowly, trying to center myself. How long would we be safe here? How long before Viktor's men tracked us down? I had no answers, and the uncertainty gnawed at me.Ronan’s movements broke my concentration, and I turned to see him standing with a small flame in his hand. He slowly placed the firewood on the hearth, the flickering light casting shad