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THE TORTURE

Author: Uj Kay
last update publish date: 2026-03-16 23:57:56

The door slammed shut behind Alessia with a finality that punched straight through my chest.

For one frozen second, the room felt smaller, colder, like the walls had closed in the moment she was gone. I was still on my knees, wrists zip-tied so tight the plastic had sliced skin and warm blood was sliding down my forearms. My ribs burned from where Alexei’s crutches had hammered them, but that pain was nothing. Nothing compared to the black, roaring fury that flooded every vein the instant they
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  • THE MAFIA'S PRICE   PROMISES

    The meeting place was a quiet industrial lot on the edge of the city, chosen for its open sight lines and lack of civilian traffic. Morning light lay thin and pale across the concrete. Dante arrived first with Liam and a small, disciplined team. Two vehicles formed a loose perimeter. No one spoke unless necessary. The air carried the faint smell of oil and distant rain.Dante stood with his hands loosely at his sides, posture relaxed but ready. He had slept little. The probe against the coastal house the previous day still sat in his mind, along with the image of Alessia directing men while carrying their child. He intended to finish this cleanly.Krasnov’s convoy appeared twenty minutes later. Three vehicles. When they stopped, Viktor Krasnov stepped out first. The fury of the rooftop meeting had cooled into something tighter and more controlled. He looked older than he had two days earlier.He walked forward until a measured distance remained between them.“I’m withdrawing,” Krasnov

  • THE MAFIA'S PRICE   THE LAST REACH

    The evening at the coastal safe house had been deceptively calm. I sat in the main living room with a light blanket over my legs, one hand resting on the solid curve of my belly. Riley moved in slow, deliberate rolls, as if she too sensed the quiet was only temporary. Maxim dozed in an armchair near the window. Betty sat across from me scrolling through baby clothing sites on a tablet while Ivan paced the length of the room, restless as always.The first sign that something was wrong came from the perimeter.A guard stepped inside, voice low but urgent. “Their is movement on the eastern approach. Three vehicles hat is not ours. They stopped short of the outer sensors and sent two men forward on foot.”Ivan stopped pacing. Maxim’s eyes opened immediately. I sat up straighter, the blanket falling away.“How many total?” I asked.“Eight men visible, they are with light arms. Looks like a probe, not a full assault.”My heart rate climbed, but I forced my breathing to stay even. Panic woul

  • THE MAFIA'S PRICE   THE ROOFTOP

    The building at 1538 Goody Drive stood in a quiet commercial stretch where the afternoon light fell flat and gray across concrete and glass. Dante’s vehicles stopped a block short. He stepped out with Liam and the ten men, the two snipers already confirmed in position on adjacent roofs. No one spoke as they moved through the service entrance and up the stairs. The air in the stairwell was stale. Dante’s boots sounded steady against the steps.The rooftop door opened onto a wide, empty expanse of gravel and low vents. Wind moved across the open space, carrying the distant noise of the city. Dante walked to the center and stopped. His men spread in a loose, controlled formation behind him. Liam remained at his shoulder.They did not wait long.A black SUV pulled up on the far side of the roof access. Viktor Krasnov climbed out with six men of his own. He was younger than Dante by several years, sharp-featured, his fury still visible in the set of his shoulders and the speed of his strid

  • THE MAFIA'S PRICE   PRESSURE

    Dante stood in the low-lit operations room of a secondary safe location far from the coast, the glow of multiple screens casting hard lines across his face. The space smelled of coffee and electronics. Around him, a small core of his most trusted men worked in controlled silence. Liam stood at his right, tablet in hand, waiting.The first confirmation came just after dawn.“She’s secured,” Liam said quietly. “Clean extraction. No injuries. She’s being held in a private medical-grade facility under constant supervision. Comfortable room, female staff only, full medical check already completed. She is unharmed and will remain that way.”Dante gave a single nod. The tension in his shoulders did not ease, but something in his chest loosened a fraction. He had given his word to Alessia. Keeping that word mattered more than he had expected it to.“And the accounts?” he asked.“In motion. The primary channels are already redirected. By midday the majority of his liquid assets will sit in a l

  • THE MAFIA'S PRICE   IVAN INCHARGE

    The first light of morning slipped into the bedroom in thin silver lines, soft and quiet against the walls of the seaside safe house. I woke before the alarm, already aware of the empty space that would soon open beside me. Dante was awake too. He lay on his side facing me, one hand resting over the curve of my belly where our daughter moved in slow, sleepy kicks. For a long moment neither of us spoke. The only sounds were the distant rhythm of the sea and the quiet pull of our breathing.I reached up and traced the line of his jaw with my fingers. “You’re already leaving in your head.”He caught my hand and pressed a kiss to the palm. “I’m trying not to. Tell me again about her.”So I did. I told him how I imagined Riley’s laugh, how I hoped she would inherit his eyes and my stubbornness, how I wanted her first steps to happen in a house that felt safe. He listened with the same focused intensity he usually reserved for strategy, as if storing every word for the days he would be gone

  • THE MAFIA'S PRICE   QUIET PROMISES

    The bedroom was quiet after the celebration. The soft glow of a single lamp and the moonlight spilling through the wide windows painted everything in silver and gold. I sat against the headboard in one of Dante’s large shirts, the fabric soft against my skin and loose enough to rest comfortably over my growing belly. Dante lay beside me, shirtless, one arm wrapped around my waist as if he could not bear even a few inches of space between us. The baby shifted under his hand, a strong, deliberate kick that made us both smile.“She is already strong,” he murmured, his voice low and full of wonder. “Just like her mother.”I turned my head to look at him. The happiness from the gender reveal still lingered on his face, softening the hard edges that the war had carved there. “Do you think she will look more like you or like me?”He considered the question seriously, thumb stroking slow circles over my stomach. “I hope she has your eyes. That quiet strength you carry. But I would not mind if

  • THE MAFIA'S PRICE   ANTHON VOLKOV

    I moved to the table and sat down, the cool surface of the laptop grounding me as my fingers brushed the keyboard. The screen filled my vision, names, timestamps, transactions, digital trails weaving together into a complex web. This was Dante’s world laid bare in cold data and quiet secrets.He st

    last updateLast Updated : 2026-03-24

  • THE MAFIA'S PRICE   HIDDEN TRACKER

    “Alessia…” His voice dropped to something almost pleading. “Dante would skin me alive if I let you walk into that fire. You know he would.”“Then listen to my plan.” I stepped closer, voice steady despite the tremor in my hands. “I call him. I tell him I’ve made up my mind, that I’ll come in exchan

    last updateLast Updated : 2026-04-05

  • THE MAFIA'S PRICE   LOOK PRETTY

    The first thing I registered when consciousness clawed its way back was the smell of stale cigarette smoke mixed with expensive cologne and something metallic underneath. Blood. My blood? Someone else’s?My eyelids felt glued shut. I forced them open.Alexei Ivanov’s face hovered inches above mine.

    last updateLast Updated : 2026-04-05

  • THE MAFIA'S PRICE   HUMILIATION

    Dante POVThe first thing I registered was the taste of blood, copper and salt coating my tongue, thick enough to choke on. My head throbbed in time with my pulse, each beat sending fresh spikes of pain through my skull. I tried to move, to sit up, and discovered my wrists were zip-tied behind my b

    last updateLast Updated : 2026-04-04
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