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Chapter sixty
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2026-10-26 00:59:42
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Bound to the Syndicate Boss Chapter sixty four
LumiereThe air in the concrete vault was so thick with the stench of copper, salt dust, and sweat that every breath felt like dragging broken glass into my lungs.Nobody moved. Nobody blinks.Hannu’s bloodshot eyes stayed fixed on Mikael, his rough thumb pressed flat against the red plastic toggle of the detonator. Beside him, Mikael stood like a mountain carved out of dark granite, the barrel of his tactical rifle angled toward the floor, but every muscle in his body coiled so tight I could hear the faint, straining groan of his leather vest.Otso didn't even turn his head. He remained seated in his metal chair, the heavy black revolver resting in his lap, his thin mouth twisting into a slow, terrifying smile that sent an icy shiver straight down my spine."Put the controller down, Hannu," Otso said smoothly, his voice echoing off the damp walls with a quiet, sickening arrogance. "You won't press it. You brought her out of the fire ten years ago because you couldn't bear to see the
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Lumiere"You won't pull that trigger," I said, my voice barely carrying over the hum of the fluorescent tube overhead.Otso’s finger didn't flinch on the heavy steel curve of the gun. He sat in that cold metal chair, his white hair neatly combed, his eyes completely dead. The fatherly warmth he had worn like a mask for thirty years was gone, stripped away until nothing was left but a hollow, calculating shell."Do not mistake my patience for hesitation, Lumiere," Otso murmured softly, the sound scraping against the rough concrete walls of the underground vault. "I have waited ten years for this room to quiet down. A few extra seconds mean nothing to me.""You want me to beg," I whispered, holding his gaze even as my chest burned with a suffocating, icy panic. My hands were balled into tight fists at my sides, the skin of my palms raw from the ropes that had bound me earlier. "You want me to ask you why."Otso let out a dry, breathy sound—a dark shadow of a laugh that never reached his
Bound to the Syndicate Boss Chapter sixty two
LumiereMy boots dragged hard against the rough concrete floor, my heels scraping a rough line through the damp salt dust as the masked men hauled me forward by my upper arms."Move," one of them hissed, shoving me hard between the shoulder blades as we crossed the threshold into the deepest section of the subterranean complex.The heavy iron door swung shut behind us with a dull, echoing thud that cut off the sound of the storm and the distant gunfire. The air down here was stagnant, freezing, and heavy with the sharp metallic scent of old iron and wet stone. This wasn't the marine boat dock at the end of the tunnel. This was the original, forgotten treasury vault built fifty years before my family ever laid claim to the estate—a windowless stone room carved directly into the cold granite of the island foundation.The overhead fluorescent bulb flickered twice before holding on a harsh, sickly yellow glare.I stumbled, catching myself against the corner of a heavy steel table, my brea
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Mikael's POVThe blade went through the mercenary’s throat before the iron hatch could fully settle in its frame.I didn't hear him choke. I didn't care. I shoved his heavy body into the wall, wrenched my combat knife out of his flesh, and threw myself against the iron latch of the service door. It had been bolted from the inside. A heavy, dead mechanical thud echoed through the iron plate as I threw my shoulder against it once, twice, three times, until the steel frame groaned under the impact."Lumiere!" I roared into the dark gap, my voice tearing raw in my throat.Nothing answered except the howling wind trapped inside the chimney flues and the distant, dull crackle of burning tapestries in the master bedroom behind me.She was gone.The grey smoke inside the suite was thick, smelling of sulfur, burnt wool, and fresh copper. Three men lay broken on the floorboards behind me, their blood pooling in the cracks of the polished oak, soaking into the pages of the tape deck that had jus
Bound to the Syndicate Boss Chapter sixty
Lumiere's POVMy father’s voice was still rasped out through the tinny speaker of the tape deck—a horrifying, impossible truth—when the bedroom door exploded inward.Splintered oak and metal fragments showered the Persian rug. The heavy mahogany chair we had wedged against the frame split in two, thrown across the room like matchsticks."Lumiere, down!" Mikael roared, his hand reaching out, his large fingers snagging the collar of my cardigan to haul me violently behind his broad frame.He didn't hesitate. His rifle came up, the barrel flashing in short, lethal pops that drove the first two men backward into the dark hallway. Blood splattered across the white doorframe, but more figures surged through the gap, their heavy tactical boots stomping over the fallen.Before I could raise my father’s pistol, a dull, metallic cylinder bounced across the floorboards, rolling to a stop right between my boots.A sharp pop echoed through the room, followed instantly by a thick, blinding cloud o
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Lumiere's POVThe cold barrel pressed so hard into the base of my skull that my teeth clicked together."Don't move, girl," the mercenary growled, his voice muffled by a thick black tactical mask.Mikael didn't drop his rifle. In the flashing crimson light of the emergency lamps, his face turned into something terrifying—a mask of absolute, lethal ice. Slowly, agonizingly, he shifted his weight, his eyes locking onto the man standing behind me. The heavy silence between us stretched razor-thin, vibrating with a raw, unspoken terror. He wasn't thinking about the fortress, or the syndicate, or the ledger lying open on the floor. He was looking at the steel touching my skin."If you pull that trigger," Mikael said, his voice dropping into a low, quiet rasp that cut straight through the roaring wind, "you will not live long enough to hear her body hit the floor.""Try me, Koskivirta," the man sneered.I didn't wait for Mikael to make a move. The hair-trigger weight of my father's pistol w
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