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The widowmaker
The mafia’s captive /C.s miracle
The compound was silent, the weight of war pressing into every stone, every shadow. Inside his private study, Bain stood with arms crossed, staring down at the map spread across the long mahogany table. Red ink marked the latest intelligence from Viktor—names, locations, movements. Darius’s recruits were converging like wolves around a kill.Cassie’s soft humming from the baby’s room drifted faintly down the hall, grounding him for a moment. But then his eyes hardened again.“We strike first,” Bain muttered to himself.Viktor entered without knocking, his expression grim. “Lagos confirmed. The Widowmaker is en route to Eastern Europe. Caracas Twins were seen leaving Venezuela. Someone paid their blood price in full.”Bain’s jaw clenched. “And Kain?”“No trace. But he’s out there.”A low growl rumbled in Bain’s throat. “Then it’s time we send a message.”He stepped away from the table and opened a locked steel case in the corner of the room. Inside, a single black coin rested atop a ve
Last Updated : 2025-04-19Breached
The mafia’s captive /C.s miracle
It happened fast.Too fast.The early morning stillness shattered as alarms wailed through the compound like sirens in hell. Red lights pulsed along the halls. The sound of boots pounding against marble echoed like war drums. The air was thick with smoke and chaos.Cassie clutched her son tighter to her chest, her heart thundering like a war drum as she crouched behind the nursery’s overturned dresser. The baby whimpered, sensing the fear vibrating off her. Outside the room, gunfire cracked in rapid bursts, each one like lightning slicing through her nerves.Then the door burst open.Luca.His shirt was soaked in sweat, a rifle slung over his shoulder, eyes feral and scanning. “Cassie! We’ve been breached—they’re inside.”She didn’t ask questions. She just nodded.He rushed to her side and grabbed the baby carrier with one hand, helping her up with the other. “Stay behind me. No matter what. Do you understand?”“Yes,” she whispered, her voice tight with fear.They moved.Luca led them
Last Updated : 2025-04-19Blood threats
The mafia’s captive /C.s miracle
Valeria’s Estate — MidnightThe ornate wine glass in Valeria’s hand shattered as she crushed it against the side of her throne-like chair. Crimson droplets slid down her palm, but she didn’t flinch. Her eyes were locked on the video looping across the screen in front of her—the Caracas Twins, mercenaries she’d paid a fortune to lure, now headless corpses, their severed heads mailed in a black velvet box with Bain’s seal burned into the lining.Next to the box had been a note:“Your’re losing princess”.Darius stood in the corner, tense. “He’s sending a message.”“No,” Valeria snarled. “He’s taunting me. This isn’t a war anymore. This is personal.”Her phone buzzed. A voice from her private network whispered across the line. “Confirmed. Kain’s returned. But the Widowmaker… she’s turned.”Valeria’s lips curled into a sneer. “Of course she has. She smelled survival. But they’ll all see—I don’t lose.”She spun to face Darius. “I want more recruits. Not assassins. Butchers. Fanatics. Give
Last Updated : 2025-04-19Project siren
The mafia’s captive /C.s miracle
Romanian Mountains – 2:00 AMThe snowstorm was blinding. Ice crackled under Viktor’s boots as he crouched behind the outcrop overlooking the secluded mountain lodge. Inside, the Romanian syndicate—contracted killers with ties to Valeria—laughed around a long oak table, their breath misting in the frigid air.Viktor’s voice was calm through the comms. “Target confirmed. Twelve inside. All armed.”From a nearby ridge, Petrov’s sniper clicked into position. Bain’s orders had been simple: “No survivors.”Viktor gave a low whistle.The first shot rang out, shattering the skull of the leader mid-toast. The room descended into chaos—men diving, weapons drawn—but it was too late.Viktor stormed through the front door, twin pistols raised.Three fell before they even reached cover. Another tried to escape through the kitchen and was met by an assassin’s blade from the snow. Blood stained the white floors.It was over in five minutes.Viktor knelt beside the last man gasping on the floor. “Tell
Last Updated : 2025-04-19Lost bloodline
The mafia’s captive /C.s miracle
Underground Safehouse – LagosThe screen flickered to life.The Widowmaker sat in the dim glow of her workstation, face blank as the video marked PROJECT SIREN played.A young Valeria—barely seventeen—was strapped to a metal chair in a concrete room. Her wrists were bruised. A voice off-camera asked, “What is your purpose?”Her voice, soft but cold: “To seduce, control, eliminate.”“Who created you?”No answer.Then the sound of electrocution.Widowmaker paused the feed.Her fingers hovered over the keys, hesitating—for the first time in years.“Valeria wasn’t born a monster,” she whispered to herself. “She was manufactured.”She encrypted the file again and sent it to Bain with a single message:“This is where she was made. Destroy it.”Bain’s Compound – War RoomBain watched the grainy footage. His jaw clenched. The coldness in Valeria’s teenage eyes was too familiar—it was the same look she wore now. But seeing her origin… it changed things.Viktor stood by his side, arms crossed.
Last Updated : 2025-04-19A mole
The mafia’s captive /C.s miracle
The skies over Vulture’s Domain burned gold with the rising sun, casting a regal light on the vast fortress hidden deep in the mountains of northern Italy. The sprawling estate stood like a myth brought to life—black stone walls lined with thorn-covered vines, watchtowers manned with elite guards, and a grand courtyard paved in dark marble that shimmered in the morning light.The transport arrived in silence, cloaked and armored, as it rolled through the massive gates. Cassie stepped out first, cradling her one-month-old son to her chest, her face tight with exhaustion but alert. The Widowmaker followed, her hand never far from the pistol on her hip. She gave a nod to the guards—men who didn’t flinch even at the sight of her. Respect ran deep here.From the main doors of the mansion emerged the Vulture himself. Cloaked in a long black coat, his presence was as chilling as it was charismatic. His silver-streaked hair framed sharp eyes that missed nothing. But when his gaze fell on Cass
Last Updated : 2025-04-19Sweet poison
The mafia’s captive /C.s miracle
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
Last Updated : 2025-04-19
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