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Chapter 27 - Final Countdown
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Bound By Mafia Blood Chapter 65 - You Don't Protect Love By Caging It
The rain had followed them to the coast, softer now, as if the sky itself needed rest after the storm they had just weathered. The safehouse sat on the cliffs of Cittadella del Capo, silent and cloaked in sea mist. It wasn’t on any map. That was the point.Inside, Talana stood at the edge of the window, arms wrapped around her ribs, watching the waves crash below. Her shirt was still stained with blood, hers, not fatal, but enough to sting every time she moved. Enough to remind her of how close they'd come to losing everything.Behind her, the silence stretched, broken only by the hum of a generator and distant thunder. She knew Massimo was there. She could feel him before she heard him.“You should let Lorenzo look at your shoulder,” he said, voice low, careful.She didn’t turn. “It’s just a graze.”“You bled enough to leave a trail back to Palermo.”“I’m still standing. I'm a doctor remember!”He stepped closer. The reflection of his face joined hers in the window, dark eyes, jaw cl
Bound By Mafia Blood Chapter 64 - The Game's Bigger Than You Think
The rain hadn’t stopped. It turned to mist along the Messina coastline, shrouding the van as it rumbled down the winding road. Inside, silence pressed like a second skin.Talana sat in the back, peeling off her jacket. The graze on her shoulder was shallow, but it stung like hell. She winced as she cleaned it with a bottle of disinfectant Mariano had left in the first aid kit.Across from her, Giovanni Spataro was tied, gagged, and unbothered. His eyes were closed, almost serene, as if he wasn’t being dragged across Sicily like a trophy corpse.Lorenzo drove, his fingers twitching near the gearstick, eyes trained on the rearview mirror.Massimo hadn’t said a word since they left Palermo. He sat beside Talana, gaze fixed out the window, jaw grinding. The betrayal, again, so close, so calculated, had silenced something in him. Not rage. Something deeper. A quiet promise of retaliation.Talana leaned forward. “He knew they were coming. It was too precise. Too fast.”Lorenzo nodded withou
Bound By Mafia Blood Chspter 63 - Let The Storm Come
Rain slicked the courtyard stones as the night thickened, shadows dancing under the orange hue of the torches. Inside the Sanchiano war room, Talana stood still, her jaw tight, eyes burning into the red-pinned map. The name “Giovanni Spataro” echoed again in her head, like a ghost that refused to fade.Massimo’s voice sliced through the tension. “He knows too much. If he’s playing both sides, he’s the reason De Marco always stays one step ahead.”“Then we end him,” Talana said without hesitation.Lorenzo nodded. “I already have men tailing him in Palermo. Quiet. He won’t see it coming.”Gianna entered the room then, wrapped in a navy shawl, her hair wet from the storm. Her presence was softer now, but no less commanding. She looked from Talana to Massimo, then to the map.“You’re going after him, aren’t you?” she asked quietly.Talana didn’t answer directly. Instead, she tapped a circle on the map, Palermo’s old industrial district. “He’s hiding there. That’s where he always ran when
Bound By Mafia Blood Chapter 62 - Winning Isn't Enough
The sky bled crimson over the Calabrian hills as Massimo’s convoy tore through the winding roads like a pack of wolves unleashed. Dust rose in their wake. Every man was armed, alert, and burning with vengeance. But none more than Talana.She sat in the passenger seat beside Massimo, her fists clenched in her lap. Her black combat jacket clung to her like a second skin, her eyes harder than they’d ever been.The warehouse had burned to ash. The evidence was gone. The bastards had escaped again, De Marco with his smug grin and Donatello like the snake he was, always slithering just out of reach.And yet, they hadn’t lost. Not entirely.They’d shattered one of the trafficking networks. The women and children had been rescued. Hundreds were in safe houses now. They were bruised but alive, one had goven them everything: shipment routes, bank codes, and the names of corrupt cops who had been on the payroll.Still, the win felt hollow. Because De Marco had smiled when he fled. Like he wanted
Bound By Mafia Blood Chapter 61 - I'm Not Losing You
The black SUV skidded to a stop outside the smoldering compound on the outskirts of Palermo. The smoke was still fresh, curling into the night sky like a dying serpent. Flames licked the broken skeleton of what had once been a trafficking hub, now there was nothing more than scorched earth and silence.Massimo stepped out, his boots crunching over glass and soot, eyes scanning the wreckage. Talana followed, her pistol still warm, blood spatter staining the sleeve of her coat. She didn’t flinch. Not anymore.“What did you find?” she asked Lorenzo as he approached, shirt torn, a gash on his cheek.“One tried to run. We caught him. He’s tied up in the truck. Doesn’t stop talking.”Gianna appeared behind him, calmer than she should’ve been, her hand subconsciously brushing her abdomen. She and Lorenzo shared a brief glance, then their gazes shifted to Massimo.“Where are De Marco and Donatello?” Massimo demanded.Lorenzo’s jaw clenched. “Gone before we arrived. They left someone behind to
Bound By Mafia Blood Chapter 60 - The Beginning Of Something Unstoppable
The last of the flames consumed the documents and rotting silk furnishings inside the compound’s main estate. Talana stood outside the blazing ruins, her face lit in orange as she watched the past burn. It was almost poetic, this place, once a symbol of greed and torment, was now nothing more than smoke and ashes.Massimo joined her, his arm draping over her shoulders. She leaned into him, silently.“We did it,” she murmured. “They’re free.”He nodded, but his gaze remained fixed on the distant hills where police lights flickered and choppers cut through the early morning sky. “This part is done. But there are buyers out there, contacts, satellites of this network.”Talana lifted her head. “Then we hunt them down. Every last one. We burn every root.”Behind them, the rescued girls were being loaded into transport vans and taken to a Sanchiano-run recovery center. Doctors were already en route. Several of the Morelli women, including seasoned caretakers and trained trauma professionals
Bound By Mafia Blood Chapter 59 - No More Chains
The compound on the outskirts of Palermo had once been a wine estate, all crumbling stone and ivy-strangled walls, but now it served as a fortress for the last threads of the De Marco and Donatello trafficking empire. Its beauty was deceptive, beyond the iron gates and manicured hedges were hidden bunkers, rooms with reinforced doors, and the stench of exploitation lingering in the air.Massimo stood before the electronic display inside one of the Morelli surveillance trucks, his fingers curled into fists as he studied the live feeds. Lorenzo stood at his side, geared in black tactical armor, his expression stone. Talana was on a separate line with Don Sanchiano’s reinforcements, coordinating the external assault. Gianna, though kept at the rear for safety, was fully informed, her voice had joined Talana’s in every strategic meeting, refusing to be sidelined.“This is where they hold them,” Lorenzo muttered, pointing to a grainy camera feed that showed a group of girls in a dark room,
Bound By Mafia Blood Chapter 58 - Let The Blood Flow
The dining hall of the Morelli villa pulsed with tension. Morning had slipped into afternoon, and while the family gathered under the pretense of lunch, nobody touched their food. The air was too thick with unspoken strategy, the scent of roses from the courtyard now mingled with unease.Massimo stood at the head of the table, arms crossed, eyes narrowed on the map spread across the surface.“We took out their safehouse in Napoli last night,” Lorenzo reported, seated beside Talana. His voice was calm, but his body remained coiled, every muscle alert. “Only three survivors. One of them slipped away during transport—”There was a knock at the door, everyone turned sharply. Matteo one of Massimo’s most loyal men, entered with two others dragging a bloodied man between them. His nose was broken, face caked in dried sweat and filth. A makeshift gag was stuffed in his mouth. His arms were bound tight behind his back, legs scraped raw from being dragged through the gravel road that led to th
Bound By Mafia Blood Chapter 57 - The Weight Of New Life
The morning sunlight bled gently through the villa’s arched windows, golden rays kissing the silk curtains and the cool marble floors. In the stillness of dawn, while most of the estate still slept off the lingering haze of the previous night’s chaos, Gianna sat alone in the garden, wrapped in Lorenzo’s oversized linen shirt.She had woken hours before him, heart racing, mind spinning.The scent of lavender hung in the air, calming, but it did little to steady the storm that now lived inside her. Her fingers trembled as she gripped the edge of the iron bench, eyes fixed on the blooming roses before her.Three days late. It wasn’t like her. Her body was a clock, always had been. Until now.She pressed a hand to her stomach, uncertain whether the flutter she felt was real or just anxiety taking shape in her nerves. But there had been other signs too, the dizziness, the sudden sensitivity to smells, the sharp ache in her breasts when he touched her last night. Signs she’d been too consum
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