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Chapter 36: "Teach me how to hunt."
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Time: Wednesday, December 4 – Friday, December 6, 2024 Location: The Pantheon Penthouse, "The Sanctum" (Private Training Room)The air in the Sanctum was cold. It smelled of clean rubber mats and the faint, metallic tang of oiled steel.Ava stood in the center of the room, a black tank top and leggings her only armor. She faced Mikhail. He was a statue carved from shadow and lethal potential.Near the wall of antique blades, Damian watched, his arms crossed over his chest. His presence was a silent, heavy pressure."Watch," Mikhail said. His voice was flat, devoid of emotion.He moved.It wasn't a demonstration. It was a disappearance.He flowed around an imaginary opponent, one hand blurring to seize a wrist, the other striking a nerve cluster at the neck.The motion was over in less than a second. It was fluid, beautiful, and utterly inhuman."Your turn," Mikhail instructed. His tone held no encouragement, only the expectation of obedience.Ava tried to mimic the first part of the m
The Mafia's Captive Doctor Chapter 38: "It only bred poison"
Time: Tuesday, December 3, 2024 | Late Morning Location: Private Secure Ward, Volkov Family Hospital, Las VegasThe air in the private hospital ward was cold, sterile, smelling of antiseptic and ozone.Bright, clinical light glared off the white walls and polished chrome, a harsh and unforgiving stage for the family drama already in progress.Damian entered.The heavy door clicked shut behind him with a sound of cold finality. He was a dark slash of tailored black against the stark white room, a predator entering the cage.He took in the scene in a single, sweeping glance.Alexei, frail but radiating a cold fury, sat in a visitor's chair. Katya stood near the window, a vision of untouchable elegance in a severe black dress, watching the proceedings with placid interest.And Marcus.His uncle lay in the hospital bed, his arms encased in pristine white casts, looking pathetic and diminished. The arrogant corporate shark was gone, replaced by a broken, whining thing.Alexei’s voice, rasp
The Mafia's Captive Doctor Chapter 37: “Eat. Rest. I will handle this.”
Damian was testing her, wanting to know the depth of her new, cold resolve.Ava didn’t flinch. Her voice was steel.“Everything that took my father from me. Everyone who stands with Cromwell.” Her green eyes locked with his. “I want to be the weapon you point at your enemies, but I want to understand how the trigger works.”“What do you want to learn?” he asked, his interest piqued. “Poisons? Seduction?”She shook her head, a flicker of her old self emerging. “I already know how bodies break from the inside. I need to learn how to be the one who breaks them from the out. Hand-to-hand combat. How to use a firearm without my hands shaking.”She looked down at her own slender arms. “My yoga kept me fit. It won’t keep me alive.”He nodded, a profound satisfaction settling over his features. She was not just accepting his world; she was demanding a place in it.“Mikhail will handle your physical conditioning and close-quarters training. He is relentless. He will not be gentle.” He paused,
The Mafia's Captive Doctor Chapter 36: "Teach me how to hunt."
Damian slowly lifted his head.The raw tenderness in his eyes was gone, extinguished in an instant. It was replaced by a cold, unreadable mask.He didn't answer. The silence itself was his reply—a deliberate, calculated deflection.Ava read his stillness perfectly. He would never give her a direct answer to that question. It was a piece of leverage, a ghost he would hold over her forever.The realization didn't break her. It sharpened her focus.She took a steadying breath, her voice losing its tremor and gaining an incisive edge."Then let me ask a different question."She met his stare, unwavering."Did you help Alistair Cromwell kill my father?"The name landed with quiet force. His body went rigid. All traces of intimacy evaporated, replaced by a sharp, dangerous alertness.His grey eyes narrowed. This was no longer a conversation between a man and a woman. It was an assessment between two players on a bloody board.His voice was low, laced with a new urgency."How do you know tha
The Mafia's Captive Doctor Chapter 35: “Did you kill my father?”
Time: Tuesday, December 3, 2024 | Morning Hours (approx. 8:00 AM) Location: The Pantheon Penthouse, Master BedroomThe quiet click of the master suite door was the only sound that broke the morning stillness.Damian entered. He moved with a coiled focus, the violence of the warehouse stripped away, leaving only the cold certainty of the predator.He found Ava awake.She sat in the center of the vast bed, a dark silk sheet pulled up to her chin like a shield. Her eyes, wide and haunted but eerily lucid, were fixed on him.Her stillness gave him pause. This was not the defiant fighter or the broken doll. This was a survivor, trying to assemble the shattered pieces of her reality.He approached the bed, stopping a few feet away.“You’re awake.” His voice was a low statement of fact.Ava’s own voice was hoarse, thin but clinical. Her doctor’s mind was trying to diagnose the assault.“The air in Dmitri's car… it was synthetic. An airborne sedative.” She met his eyes, the accusation clear.
The Mafia's Captive Doctor Chapter 34: "Who paid you?"
“Leo.”Damian didn’t wait for a response.“Find the photographer. I want a location, not a name. Now.”He ended the call, the silence rushing back in. He turned from the window.His gaze fell upon the bed.Ava was a whisper of a shape beneath the dark sheets, lost to the sedative’s mercy.The diamond collar at her throat caught a stray reflection, a glittering symbol of the defilement that had just occurred.A muscle in his jaw clenched. This was a debt that would be paid in blood.He moved toward the elevator.Mikhail was already there. He stood like a statue carved from shadow, his face impassive, his pale eyes alert. He had heard. He understood.The hunt had begun.The armored SUV moved through the empty streets like a phantom. Damian stared out the window, his face a mask of stone.The secure comms crackled to life. Leo's voice was a rapid-fire staccato, laced with the frantic energy of a digital bloodhound."He's good, Pakhan. Ex-Mossad. Calls himself Julian. A professional ghost
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