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Fire in the veins

Author: C.s miracle
last update Last Updated: 2025-04-23 19:06:58

The sky over Marseille bled smoke and flame. Bain stood at the edge of the docks, his jaw tight, eyes fixed on the twisted wreckage of what used to be one of his largest arms shipments. The heat from the blast still lingered in the air, curling around his coat like ghost fingers. Flames licked the remains of steel containers, and the scent of burning fuel clawed into his senses.

“She did this,” Viktor growled beside him, broken shards of metal reflected in his cold eyes. “Valeria. She knew when it would arrive. She knew everything.”

“She’s making a statement,” Bain said, his voice low and controlled. “She wants us to bleed.”

Behind them, emergency crews battled the blaze, but the loss was already staggering. Millions in weapons, gone. But it wasn’t about the money. It was about the war she’d just escalated.

Viktor’s phone buzzed. He stepped away to answer, then returned, face grave. “Worse. One of Petrov’s family compounds in Belgrade was hit. His niece was there—barely made it out al
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  • The mafia’s captive    Embracing darkness

    The days following Petrov’s birthday were marked by an uneasy shift. The brothers — Bain, Vulture, Sokolov, and Petrov — found themselves stepping into a world they never imagined. Under Seraphine’s guidance, their training began not in gunfire or muscle, but in shadows and the mind.The psychic was relentless.“Darkness is not your enemy,” she explained, her voice echoing in the cavernous underground chamber where they trained. “It is a force — raw, ancient, and hungry. To wield it, you must surrender fear and embrace the unknown.”Bain’s fists clenched as he struggled to master the intangible. His mind burned with visions — flickering images of smoke, twisted symbols, and faces lost in shadow. Each attempt at control left him drained, yet hungrier for power.Vulture, ever sharp and analytical, sought patterns in the chaos, piecing together rituals and mental exercises to harness fleeting glimpses of strength.Sokolov, with his disciplined mind, forced himself to quiet the storm with

  • The mafia’s captive    The birthday and the warning

    Three years had passed, and the city had changed. The streets whispered new names, alliances shifted, and the power Bain and his brothers wielded was undeniable.Baby Cassian, now a lively three-year-old, chased sunlight through the sprawling estate. His laughter was a pure, bright note in a world still tinged with shadows. Elias, eleven now, stood taller, sharper, a young leader-in-training with fierce loyalty burning in his eyes.Cassie rested on the plush sofa, her hand gently cradling the unmistakable curve of new life. Another child was coming — a promise of hope and renewal amidst the chaos they’d survived.Bain’s empire had grown vast, his wealth multiplying with each calculated move. Across New York and beyond, his name was spoken in reverent tones — the king who rose from fire and blood. Vulture, Sokolov, and Petrov ruled their own domains with equal ruthlessness and honor, their brotherhood unbreakable.But beneath the surface of prosperity, an uneasy tension pulsed — the kn

  • The mafia’s captive    New powers

    The flight into New York was heavy with anticipation. Bain, Vulture, Sokolov, Petrov, Cassie, Elias, and little Cassian settled into their seats, each lost in their own thoughts — the city’s sprawling silhouette growing larger with every mile closer to home.For Bain, the skyline was a stark reminder: the empire he’d built, the battles won and lost, and the unfinished business waiting beneath the gleaming towers and dark alleys.Vulture leaned back, eyes flicking to the digital briefing on the screen. “Valeria’s fingerprints are faint here, but she’s made moves. We’re walking into a powder keg.”Petrov cracked his knuckles. “Good. Means the game’s still on.”Sokolov’s expression was cold but focused. “We’re not just here to survive. We’re here to take control.”Back on the ground, the city buzzed with life — the pulse of a metropolis unaware of the silent wars fought beneath its surface.Their first stop was an underground safe house — a familiar fortress of stone and steel — where ol

  • The mafia’s captive    After the storm

    The city’s skyline glittered under a blanket of stars, but beneath the shimmering lights, unseen currents shifted restlessly. Bain knew that peace was a fragile veneer, easily shattered by the ghosts lurking in the corners of their world.In the war room, the hum of computers and whispered voices filled the air. Bain stood at the center, studying maps dotted with blinking red alerts — new activity from Valeria’s remnants and, disturbingly, unfamiliar operatives with highly trained signatures.Vulture sat nearby, eyes sharp behind her glasses as she analyzed intercepted data streams. “These new players aren’t just trying to rebuild Valeria’s empire,” she said quietly. “They’re aiming higher — global reach, advanced tech, even more ruthless methods.”Petrov joined them, his face grim. “We caught chatter about an emerging network called ‘The Covenant.’ Small cells, extreme loyalty, unknown leadership.”Bain’s fists clenched. “We need eyes on them. We can’t let history repeat itself.”Mea

  • The mafia’s captive    The dawn of a new path

    The city had begun to heal, though scars lingered like quiet reminders beneath the surface. News cycles moved on, but for Bain, Vulture, Elias, and the team, the fight had changed them forever.In a sunlit room overlooking the skyline, Bain sat across from Elias, the boy now laughing with a rare lightness that had been missing for so long. The trauma of captivity was still there — a shadow etched deep in his eyes — but here, in this moment, hope was stronger.Vulture entered, carrying a file she’d been quietly compiling. “We’re tracking remnants. Networks trying to regroup. They’re desperate, but disorganized.”Bain nodded slowly. “The war isn’t over. But we’ve set the tone.”Sokolov and Petrov stood nearby, preparing to move out on another mission — smaller, targeted — cleaning up the last threads of darkness.Marissa, now working with aid organizations, had begun helping survivors rebuild. Her past was a bridge between the horrors endured and the fragile hope of recovery.Later that

  • The mafia’s captive    The fractured mirror

    The city breathed beneath a fragile dawn, streets still stained by the night’s chaos but glinting with tentative light. Inside the secured compound, the war room hummed with quiet energy. Bain stood by the window, watching the world turn — a world scarred but alive.The aftermath was settling, but so were questions. The empire was broken, the queen dethroned, yet shadows lingered. Valeria’s death had not erased everything. Her legacy was a puzzle, with pieces scattered in unexpected places.Vulture approached, clutching a file marked Confidential. “We found something,” she said, eyes sharp. “Encrypted files on a hidden server, a backup of Valeria’s final research.”Bain’s brow furrowed. “Designer babies, trafficking, dark rituals… What else did she leave behind?”Vulture hesitated. “Something more. Coordinates. A name: The Mirror. A location off the grid.”Sokolov and Petrov exchanged grim looks. “We thought this was the end,” Sokolov muttered. “But it’s not over.”Elias appeared behi

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