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Chapter 86 - Cillian

Author: Peyton Iuga
last update publish date: 2026-05-13 00:01:05

Cillian

The room is too quiet. Not silent, there are machines now. A steady beep. The soft drip of fluids. Fabric moving when someone shifts. But compared to everything that came before… It’s too fucking quiet.

I stand exactly where I was ten minutes ago. Or an hour. I don’t know. Time doesn’t move properly when she’s like this. Elena hasn’t opened her eyes again. Not once.

Her chest rises. Falls. Too slow. Too shallow. But

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  • Bought By The Irish Mafia Boss   Chapter 86 - Cillian

    CillianThe room is too quiet. Not silent, there are machines now. A steady beep. The soft drip of fluids. Fabric moving when someone shifts. But compared to everything that came before… It’s too fucking quiet.I stand exactly where I was ten minutes ago. Or an hour. I don’t know. Time doesn’t move properly when she’s like this. Elena hasn’t opened her eyes again. Not once.Her chest rises. Falls. Too slow. Too shallow. But steady. That’s the only thing keeping me from tearing this entire place apart brick by brick. The doctor moves around her, checking things, adjusting the IV, pressing lightly against her side again.She flinches. Even unconscious. My jaw tightens. “Careful,” I snap.He doesn’t look at me. “I am.”I don’t like his tone. I don’t like anything about this. I don’t like that I’m standing here while someone else touches her. But I let him. Because he’s the only one keeping her br

  • Bought By The Irish Mafia Boss   Chapter 85 - Cillian

    CillianShe says I took too long. It should cut. It should sit wrong in my chest and stay there. It does. But not the way it should. It doesn’t make me defensive. It makes something colder settle in. Because she’s right. I was too slow. I let them take her. I let them touch her. And now I’m holding what’s left of that mistake in my arms. Never again.Her hand is still in mine. Weak. Barely a grip. But it’s there. She’s here. Alive. That’s the only thing keeping me from turning this entire building into ash before we even leave it.“Stay with me,” I murmur, my thumb brushing lightly over her knuckles. Her eyes are closed again, but her breathing is still there. Shallow. Uneven. But there.I slide one arm carefully under her legs, the other behind her back, lifting her slowly from the makeshift surface they had her on in the back of the SUV.She barely reacts. That hits harder than anything. Elena alwa

  • Bought By The Irish Mafia Boss   Chapter 84 - Elena

    Elena POVEverything hurts. That’s the first thing that comes back. Not slowly. Not gently. It crashes into me all at once, sharp and overwhelming, like my body remembers everything before my mind does. My chest tightens. My ribs, God, my ribs…Each breath drags through me like glass, shallow and wrong. I try to inhale deeper, and pain spikes so violently I choke on it, a broken sound catching in my throat. Air. I need air. I try again. Slower. In… It burns. Out… It shakes.My body tenses instinctively, muscles tightening around the pain, and that makes it worse. Everything feels wrong. Too heavy. Too sensitive. Too… much. I don’t open my eyes. I don’t want to. Because if I do, it becomes real again. The room. The chains. Him. All of it.I stay still. Just breathing. Just surviving one second at a time. Then… Movement. Subtle. But there. Not the same as before. Not rough hands dragging me. Not cold metal. N

  • Bought By The Irish Mafia Boss   Chapter 83 - Cillian

    CillianShe says my name like it hurts. Like it costs her something just to get the word out. “Cillian…” It’s barely a whisper. Barely sound. But it hits harder than anything I’ve heard in that room behind me. Harder than the gunfire. Harder than the screams.My chest locks. For a second, I can’t breathe. Not because I don’t know how. Because if I let it in, if I let what I’m seeing settle… I’m going to lose control. And I can’t. Not yet. Not until she’s out of here. I keep my hand against her face. Gentle. Careful. Like she might break under the wrong kind of touch. Because she might.Her skin is cold. Too cold. Damp. Bruised in places I don’t even want to count yet. Her lip is split, blood dried, and fresh layered together. There’s a mark along her jaw that wasn’t there before. More than one.My jaw tightens so hard I feel it in my teeth. “Elena,” I say aga

  • Bought By The Irish Mafia Boss   Chapter 82 - Elena

    ElenaSomething is different. I don’t know what at first. It slips in around the edges of the dark, soft and distant, like a sound underwater that doesn’t quite reach me. Then, a sharp crack. Not inside the room. Outside. Another one. Closer.My body tries to react, but it’s slow. Everything is slow. My thoughts drag like they’re moving through something thick and heavy. Gunfire. The word comes late. Too late.My eyes don’t open. I don’t think they can. My lashes feel too heavy, my face too swollen, my head too full of fog. Another sound. Voices. Shouting. Not the same voices. Different. Rougher. Faster. Controlled chaos. Not them.My heart stutters. No. Don’t. Don’t do that. Don’t let hope in here. Hope hurts more than anything they’ve done. I let my head hang where it is, breath shallow, ribs aching with every inhale. The pain is still there, everywhere, bu

  • Bought By The Irish Mafia Boss   Chapter 81 - Cillian

    CillianThe docks are dead quiet. Too quiet. That kind of silence doesn’t exist naturally, not here, not in this city. It’s the kind that’s built. Forced. Maintained. Men are inside that building making sure nothing leaks out. Good. Makes it easier to know exactly where to aim.I step out of the SUV before the engine fully cuts. Cold air hits my face, sharp and damp, carrying the smell of salt and rust. The water is somewhere behind the buildings, invisible in the dark but present in the air.Ahead… The cannery. Exactly how Marco described it. Old. Worn down. Half-rotted from years of neglect. And there… The red door. Second building. My jaw tightens. She’s in there. Something inside my chest goes completely still. No anger. No panic. Just focus.“Positions,” Declan says quietly into comms behind me.Men move instantly. Shadows breaking into smaller s

  • Bought By The Irish Mafia Boss   Chapter 21 - Cillian

    CillianI hear them before I see them. Heavy steps. Controlled. Familiar. Declan and Liam don’t enter a room quietly, not because they can’t, but because they don’t need to. Their presence speaks before they do. It always has. It always will.Ronan, on the other hand, is already grinning like a fuc

  • Bought By The Irish Mafia Boss   Chapter 17 - Elena

    ElenaI don’t remember walking. I don’t remember leaving the dining room. All I remember is him. His hands. His mouth. The way everything inside me stopped making sense the second he pulled me against him like I belonged there.The world blurs around us as he carries me. My arms are still wrapped a

  • Bought By The Irish Mafia Boss   Chapter 16 - Cillian

    CillianI should stop. That thought is there. Clear. Sharp. Unavoidable. And I ignore it completely.My hand is still wrapped around her neck when she tries to pull away, her breath uneven, her lips still parted from the last kiss, her eyes flashing like she’s trying to gather herself back together

  • Bought By The Irish Mafia Boss   Chapter 14 - Elena

    ElenaMy hands are shaking. I try to steady them before I pick up the phone, but it’s useless. The weight of it sits heavy in my palm, heavier than it should be, like it knows exactly what it means. This isn’t freedom. It’s not even close. It’s just another way he controls me, another thread tied a

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