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Chapter twenty
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2026-09-15 12:54:22
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Bound to the syndicate boss Chapter twenty nine
Chapter 29Lumiere's POV The gray light of dawn slowly slipped through the heavy velvet curtains, casting pale shadows across the dark wood walls of the master suite.I woke slowly, coming out of a deep, dreamless sleep that felt strangely unfamiliar.For a few quiet seconds, before reality came rushing back, I expected to smell fresh flour and baking bread from my little Helsinki shop. I expected the morning sun to be shining across my kitchen counter.Instead, my face rested against a crisp, dark linen pillow, and my legs were tangled in heavy wool blankets that didn't belong to me.Panic hit me suddenly.I opened my eyes and sat up quickly, pulling the blanket to my chin.The room was large and silent.The fireplace had burned down to glowing red embers, giving off just enough heat to warm the cold stone floor. Across the room, the heavy oak doors were firmly shut.There was no sign of Mikael.I sat in the middle of the huge bed, breathing hard as I tried to understand the strange
Bound to the syndicate boss Chapter twenty eight
Chapter 28Mikael's POV The heavy oak doors of the master suite clicked shut, locking automatically behind us with a solid sound that cut off the chaos in the hallway.The room was large, with dark wood walls, floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the black, restless sea, and a massive stone fireplace where a low fire still burned.But somehow, the room felt smaller now.Too small.I pulled off my suit jacket and tossed it over the back of a leather armchair before loosening the tight silk tie around my neck. Every muscle in my body felt tense.Down in the chapel, Jalo's betrayal and the Italian detonator had almost turned into a disaster. Talvikki's sniper team had taken out the perimeter scouts before the signal could be sent.The immediate threat was gone.But the war was far from over.Right now, the most dangerous thing in this fortress wasn't the Corsicans outside the gates.It was the woman standing a few feet away from me.Lumiere stood near the fireplace, the simple white sil
Bound to the syndicate boss Chapter twenty seven
Chapter 27Lumiere's POV The heavy oak doors of the fortress chapel swung open with a slow groan that echoed through the high stone arches.The air inside smelled faintly of melting wax, old cedar, and cold stone. Tall iron candelabras lined the center aisle, their flickering flames casting shadows over the dark statues of old syndicate bosses who watched from above like silent judges.There were no flowers, no celebration, and no joy.Every seat was filled with syndicate captains, hard-faced men in dark wool suits, and Corsican delegates watching with cold, careful eyes.I walked down the aisle alone, though every step felt heavy.The simple white silk dress Talvikki had brought me hugged my body, its folds catching the dim candlelight. My fingers were ice-cold, trembling inside the long sleeves.At the far end of the chapel, standing before the raised stone altar, was Mikael.He wore a sharply tailored black coat, his silver-blonde hair brushed back from his face. His broad shoulde
Bound to the syndicate boss Chapter twenty six
Chapter 26Lumiere's POV The heavy iron door of the holding room clicked shut with a final, hollow sound that seemed to echo straight through my bones.The room wasn't exactly a cell. It was a high-end guest suite on the eastern ridge of the citadel, with dark stone walls and a single arched window overlooking the grey, restless waves of the Baltic Sea.But the locks on the outside, the armed guards in the hallway, and the thought of what tomorrow morning meant turned every inch of the room into a cage.I stood beside the large, unmade bed, my arms wrapped tightly around myself as if I could somehow hold the pieces of me together.My clothes were still slightly damp from the freezing water of the bay. They smelled faintly of salt and iron. My skin felt raw, but the cold outside was nothing compared to the storm inside my head.Jalo's words kept playing over and over in my mind.A failed transaction. Not a massacre. A business deal gone wrong.Was my father really a monster who had be
Bound to the syndicate boss Chapter twenty five
Chapter 25Lumiere's POV The stone panel blew inward with a sharp crack, sending pieces of rock across the floor.Thick white smoke curled through the opening, stinging my eyes and carrying the smell of gunpowder and burning rubber.My fingers tightened around the cold handle of the knife Mikael had pressed into my palm.For ten years, I had built my entire life around one simple story.I was an orphan who had survived a tragic fire. A baker who kneaded dough in the quiet mornings of Helsinki. A victim of a terrible accident.Every bitter word I had thrown at Mikael over the past week had come from that belief.I blamed him for locking me away, taking my freedom, and treating my life like it belonged to him.And now, standing in the dust of a collapsing panic room, everything I thought I knew had been turned upside down.The Italians.The people who had burned my home, killed my parents, and blamed the Koskivirta name so they could turn two syndicates against each other.Mikael hadn'
Bound to the syndicate boss Chapter twenty four
Chapter 24Lumiere's POV The heavy stone wall of the panic room groaned as another muffled explosion shook the corridor outside. Dust drifted from the ceiling, settling over our shoulders in the cramped, dark space.The air was thin and smelled faintly of old dust and cold metal, but I couldn't feel the chill. My whole body felt numb, frozen by the words Mikael had just spoken.Ten years.A decade of believing I was an ordinary orphan who had somehow built a quiet life behind a flour-dusted counter in Helsinki. A decade of believing my parents had died in a random house fire.And all this time, the truth had been hidden behind the cold, hard walls of this fortress.I stared up at him in the dim amber light of the emergency bulb. The space between us was so narrow that I could feel his breath against my face.The anger that had kept me going for days—the need to fight him, hate him, and escape his cage—had fallen away. All that was left was a hollow, aching shock."You're lying," I wh
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