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CHAPTER SEVENTY-EIGHT

Auteur: OMO TO DARA
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Night had already fallen when the first official reports started spreading through the underworld.

Adrian Volkov was dead.

The convoy had been wiped out on a highway outside the city. Burned vehicles. Charred bodies. No confirmed survivors.

For most people in that world, that was enough.

Men who had feared Adrian for years started making calls, rejoicing

Old enemies resurfaced.

Territories were quietly discussed.

Power was shifting already.

But inside Luca’s office, the atmosphere was different
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    Rain fell heavily over the glass walls of De Volkov Holdings headquarters. The city lights blurred behind the storm, but inside the boardroom, everything was sharp, tense… dangerous.Elena sat at the head of the long table.Two years ago she would have sat beside Adrian.Now she sat in his seat.The Queen of the empire.The directors around the table spoke cautiously. No one raised their voice around her anymore.“Shipping from the Marseille port has stabilized,” Luca reported, sliding a file toward her.Elena barely glanced at it.“Good. Increase security anyway.”Luca nodded immediately.Across the table, Marco leaned back in his chair. “You’re expecting trouble again?”Elena’s eyes lifted slowly.“I don’t expect trouble,” she said calmly.A pause.“I prepare for it.”No one argued.The door suddenly opened.One of the guards stepped inside, looking uneasy.“Madam… there’s someone here insisting on seeing you.”Elena frowned slightly.“Who?”The guard hesitated.“…Daniel.”The room

  • BLOOD AND PETALS   CHAPTER EIGHTY-TWO

    Night had settled over the compound, but the place was still awake.Men moved in and out of the main building. Phones rang. Cars came and went.Inside the living room, Mateo sat on the floor pushing his toy truck slowly across the carpet.Elena watched him from the couch while reading reports Luca had sent over.After a few minutes Mateo stopped playing.“Mommy.”“Yes, baby?”He looked up at her.“When is Daddy coming home?”The question hit the same place it always did.She put the papers aside and knelt beside him.“Soon.”“You said that yesterday.”“I know.”Mateo stared at the truck.“Daddy promised he would teach me how to drive it.”Elena smiled faintly.“That truck doesn’t even have an engine.”Mateo frowned.“Daddy said it will.”Her chest tightened.She pulled him into her arms.“He will teach you. Just… not today.”Mateo hugged her neck.“I miss him.”“I know.”“Did the bad guys take him?”“No,” she said quickly. “Nobody takes your father.”“Then where is he?”Elena kissed h

  • BLOOD AND PETALS   CHAPTER EIGHTY-ONE

    The evening air was thick with smoke and tension. Elena stood in the middle of the compound, her black jacket zipped up, a gun hanging loosely at her side. Mateo tugged at her hand, holding his small blanket, eyes wide and fearful.“Mommy… where’s Daddy?” he whispered, clutching her leg.Elena knelt, pressing a gentle kiss to his hair. “He’s… resting, baby. He’s very tired.”Mateo’s lower lip trembled. “But I want Daddy! I want him to wake up!”Her chest tightened. She wrapped him in her arms. “I know, sweetie. I know. And he will wake up. I promise.”But inside, Elena’s mind was racing. Every shipment, every move Adrian’s empire made it was all under scrutiny now. Men who had once followed Adrian without question were beginning to test boundaries.“Mommy,” Mateo sniffled. “I don’t like it when people fight. I want Daddy.”Elena kissed his forehead. “I know, baby. I’ll keep you safe.”Behind her, the perimeter alarm sounded a sharp, metallic shriek that sent men scrambling. Elena’s ha

  • BLOOD AND PETALS   CHAPTER EIGHTY

    The conference room smelled faintly of cigar smoke and tension.Elena sat at the head of the long mahogany table, Mateo playing quietly with a toy car at her feet. She hadn’t bothered to get dressed up black pants, a fitted blouse, hair pulled back but her presence filled the room.Around her, the captains and lieutenants of Adrian’s empire shifted in their seats. Some looked uneasy, others openly hostile.“So,” said one of the older men, a grizzled figure named Vargas. “The boss is gone. For all intents and purposes, dead. And yet… you walk in here and speak as if he’s alive?”Elena didn’t flinch. She looked him straight in the eyes.“He’s alive. And until he wakes up, I’m in charge. You answer to me.”A murmur went around the room.“Excuse me?” another man, younger, with sharp features, snapped. “You’re a woman. You think you can command this organization just because you… believe he’s alive?”Elena leaned forward slightly, her voice calm but sharp. “I don’t need to believe. I know.

  • BLOOD AND PETALS   CHAPTER SEVENTY-NINE

    Adrian woke up to the sound of something metal hitting the floor.His eyes opened slowly.For a few seconds he couldn’t remember where he was.White ceiling.Old fan spinning slowly.The smell of antiseptic.Then it all came back.The convoy.The gunfire.The explosion.He tried to sit up.Pain shot through his chest like someone drove a knife between his ribs.“Bad idea.”Adrian turned his head slightly.The doctor stood by the doorway picking up a metal tray that had fallen.“You should still be unconscious,” the doctor said.Adrian ignored the comment.“How long?”The doctor walked over and checked the monitor beside the bed.“Four days.”Adrian’s jaw tightened slightly.Four days since the attack.Four days the world had probably assumed he was dead.The doctor noticed the look on his face.“You remember what happened?”“Yes.”“That’s impressive. Most people with a concussion like yours forget half the event.”Adrian slowly pushed himself upright.The doctor immediately stepped fo

  • BLOOD AND PETALS   CHAPTER SEVENTY-EIGHT

    Night had already fallen when the first official reports started spreading through the underworld.Adrian Volkov was dead.The convoy had been wiped out on a highway outside the city. Burned vehicles. Charred bodies. No confirmed survivors.For most people in that world, that was enough.Men who had feared Adrian for years started making calls, rejoicingOld enemies resurfaced.Territories were quietly discussed.Power was shifting already.But inside Luca’s office, the atmosphere was different.The room was silent except for the ticking clock on the wall.Three of Adrian’s senior men sat around the table.None of them looked comfortable.Luca leaned on the desk, arms crossed, staring at the floor.One of the men finally spoke.“So what now?”Luca didn’t answer.“Because the streets are already moving,” the man continued. “Viktor’s people are claiming the northern ports.”Another one added, “And the eastern routes stopped paying this morning.”That meant they were testing the waters.

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