The mafia’s captive 의 모든 챕터: 챕터 21 - 챕터 30

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

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.

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.“

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

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