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The mafia’s captive The plan
Bain Blackwood had been patient.For years, he had built an empire of power, precision, and absolute control. No one had dared challenge him in a way that truly threatened him—until Aleksander Volkov.First, the attack on his warehouse and office.Then, the ambush on Luca and Viktor.And now, Volkov was preparing for something bigger.But Bain wasn’t waiting for him to strike first.He was going hunting.⸻THE STRATEGYBain stood in the center of the conference room, surrounded by his most trusted men. A massive city map was spread across the table, marked with red dots—Volkov’s locations.Viktor, still bruised but alert, leaned against the wall, arms crossed. “Volkov’s making moves faster than expected. We confirmed he has an arms shipment arriving at the docks tomorrow night.”Luca, still bandaged but smirking, flicked a lighter open and shut. “Then we burn it down before he can touch it.”Bain tapped his fingers against the table, his mind calculating. “No. We don’t just destroy it
Last Updated : 2025-04-05The mafia’s captive The baby
The next morning, Cassie felt off.She had barely touched her breakfast, her appetite nonexistent despite Viktor practically forcing her to eat. Her body felt heavy, her limbs weak. Even standing made her dizzy.Bain was on the phone, his voice sharp as he barked orders to his men. Cassie tried to take a sip of water, but her stomach churned.The edges of her vision blurred.Then, everything tilted.“Cassie?”Bain’s voice sounded distant, almost muffled.The last thing she saw was him rushing toward her before everything went black.⸻The beeping of hospital machines was the first thing she registered.Cassie’s eyes fluttered open, the sterile white of the hospital ceiling above her. Her body felt weak, but she wasn’t in pain. Just… drained.A warm hand squeezed hers. She turned her head.Bain was sitting beside her, his eyes dark with barely concealed panic. The sight of him like that made her heart squeeze.“You scared the hell out of me,” he muttered.Cassie gave him a weak smile.
Last Updated : 2025-04-05The mafia’s captive Panic room
The tension in the Blackwood estate was suffocating. Every corner was swarming with security, every window reinforced, every shadow a potential threat.Cassie could feel it in the way the guards trailed her every move, in the way Bain barely left her side unless it was absolutely necessary. She was used to his possessiveness, his need for control—but this was different. This was fear.Bain Blackwood didn’t scare easily.But Volkov had pushed him to a place even Cassie had never seen before.She sat in the bedroom, a hand absentmindedly resting on her stomach. Four months. It still didn’t feel real. There was a life growing inside her, a child that was half hers, half Bain’s. A child Volkov had already threatened.A soft knock pulled her from her thoughts.Luca stepped inside, a cautious smile on his face. “How are you holding up?”Cassie let out a breath. “I feel like I’m in a cage.”Luca nodded, sitting on the edge of the bed. “You kind of are.”She looked at him, exasperated. “Not h
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The air was thick with smoke and the heavy scent of blood as Bain and Volkov faced off in the wreckage of the dockyard. The brutal exchange had left them both bloodied, barely standing.Bain’s breath was ragged, each inhale feeling like it would be his last. He wiped blood from his lip, a wound on his cheek dripping steadily down his neck. His right hand was already stiff from the impact, but the adrenaline kept him moving.Volkov grinned, his own wounds evident. His jacket was torn, and blood trickled down his face. He was just as tired, but there was something in his eyes—something dangerous, like he was just getting started.“You think this is over?” Volkov sneered, his voice low and mocking. “You’re mistaken, Blackwood. You’ve won this round, but I will return. You know I always do.”Bain staggered forward, his hand gripped tightly around his gun, but he could barely focus. The world around him was blurring. He knew that if Volkov walked away today, it wouldn’t be the end of it.“
Last Updated : 2025-04-05The mafia’s captive The warehouse
The mansion was silent after the chaos had unfolded. Cassie was gone. The air around Bain felt thick and suffocating, like the walls themselves were closing in on him. His pulse raced, and his heart pounded in his chest as the weight of the situation hit him.Volkov had crossed the line. Taking Cassie, taking their child—it was an act that would not go unpunished.Bain’s mind was already spinning with plans, his thoughts moving faster than he could follow. He should have known something was off. He had trusted the doctor, but now he saw the signs—the coldness in his eyes, the way he’d moved with such purpose.Viktor stood across the room, his face ashen. He’d been caught off guard, just like Bain. “We need to move. Now.”Bain didn’t respond immediately. His mind was focused on one thing only—getting Cassie back. He ran a hand through his hair, his jaw clenched tight. The adrenaline was beginning to take over, but there was also a searing, consuming fury inside him. Volkov had taken th
Last Updated : 2025-04-05The mafia’s captive The escape
The night was thick with tension as Bain’s team moved in silent formation, each man ready for action. The plan was simple—get in, retrieve Cassie, and get out. No hesitation. No mercy. Bain’s blood burned with a mixture of rage and determination, each step bringing him closer to the one thing he wanted more than anything in the world.Cassie.The facility was just ahead, an old warehouse district on the outskirts of the city. Bain’s men were already positioned, weapons drawn, scanning for threats. He was beyond ready to rip apart anyone who stood between him and his woman.Bain’s fingers tightened around the hilt of his gun, his jaw set in a tight line. He wasn’t going to let Volkov win—not this time. He wasn’t going to let him take everything that mattered to him.Viktor, always by his side, kept a vigilant eye on the surroundings. He had been instrumental in tracking down the facility. “We’re almost there, Bain. We’ve got eyes on the building.”Bain’s eyes narrowed as they moved tow
Last Updated : 2025-04-05The mafia’s captive The farmhouse
Bain sat at the edge of the bed, his eyes glued to the ground, his fists clenched tightly. The rage and frustration from the failed rescue mission still burned through him. Cassie—his Cassie—had been taken again. He’d failed her. Volkov had slipped away once more, and Bain had been left standing in the wreckage of their hope.He hadn’t spoken much since returning to the house, his mind replaying every second of the mission, every opportunity he’d missed. Viktor, Luca, and the others had done their best to reassure him, but there was nothing they could say to calm the storm raging inside him.“Bain,” Viktor’s voice broke through the fog of his thoughts. “You need to eat. You’re not doing yourself any good like this.”Bain barely acknowledged Viktor, his eyes still locked on the floor. His stomach churned at the thought of food, the weight of everything pressing down on him. He didn’t care about eating. He couldn’t bring himself to care about anything but getting Cassie back.Viktor ste
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The days passed in a blur for Cassie. Life in the farmhouse had become a strange sort of calm. The couple who had taken her in, Mary and George, treated her with nothing but kindness. They provided a safe refuge for her and her unborn child, but Cassie could never shake the feeling that the storm was still brewing, just waiting to crash down.Her belly had grown more prominent in the past few months. At seven months pregnant, every movement was a reminder of the life she carried inside her, a life that had kept her grounded, kept her going. She tried to stay positive, to focus on the moments of peace she found in the farmhouse, but her thoughts were constantly drawn to Bain.She missed him, more than she cared to admit. His absence left a hole in her chest, a constant ache that never quite went away. The uncertainty of what had happened to him—where he was, if he was okay—kept her awake at night, staring out at the horizon, hoping that one day he would come for her. She had faith. She
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The mafia’s captive Ash in her veins
Rain slicked the alleyway in Bucharest as the Widowmaker crouched on a rooftop, her rifle trained on a figure weaving through the crowds below. The man wore a gray coat, hood drawn tight—one of the Bone Circle’s outer messengers. The kind that didn’t speak unless they had to. The kind that disappeared into smoke if not handled just right.Below, Spider whispered through her comms, shadowing the figure from the street level, weaving between a fish vendor and a line of schoolchildren with the ease of someone who knew how to vanish in plain sight.“He’s twitchy,” Widowmaker said softly. “You see that limp? Trained injury pattern. Could be a decoy.”“No,” Spider replied. “He’s sweating. This one’s carrying something.”Sure enough, the man turned down a narrow, grimy corridor—the kind only desperate men or ghosts walked down.Widowmaker moved.She leapt down, boots silent on steel grating, and appeared at the far end of the alley just as the man realized he was being cornered. Spider emerg
The mafia’s captive Bruised egos
Kain kicked the door open with a limp and swagger that didn’t quite match the deep scrape across his face. The Jackal followed, limping harder, his arm bandaged and dried blood still on his sleeve.Valeria stood near the window, swirling a glass of red wine like it could calm the rage building in her chest.They didn’t even make it halfway into the room before she spoke.“You two look like chewed-up sausage and boiled disappointment.”Kain grunted. “It was a fortress.”“A fortress,” the Jackal added, defensive. “We didn’t know he had cameras inside the fucking walls. Who does that?”“Vulture,” Valeria hissed, turning toward them, her eyes sharp enough to cut through steel. “He does that. Because he’s insane and brilliant and paranoid. The worst kind of bastard.”She paced the floor like a storm dressed in black silk.“Did you at least see the boy?” she demanded.“No,” Kain said. “But we saw the baby.”“What baby?”“Her baby,” the Jackal said. “Cassie and Bain’s. Pink cheeks. Big lungs
The mafia’s captive The idiot and the limp
Some missions start with grace, precision, and professional silence.This was not one of those.Kain crouched behind a shipping container outside the northern edge of the power plant facility Valeria’s network was rumored to use. He wore all black, night goggles perched on his forehead, and a wireless mic taped to his jaw. Next to him, the Jackal—still limping from his last close encounter with a bullet—was trying to stretch his thigh muscle mid-crouch like a drunk flamingo.“This is stupid,” the Jackal whispered through gritted teeth. “You said this plan was clean.”“It is clean,” Kain muttered. “Tactically streamlined, minimum exposure, zero casualties.”“Except my kneecap.”“Your kneecap was already suicidal before we got here.”The Jackal groaned and adjusted the brace strapped to his leg. “Why are we doing recon again? We’re not exactly inconspicuous. I walk like a wounded rhino and you keep breathing like a bulldog having an asthma attack.”“Recon,” Kain said smugly, tapping his
The mafia’s captive A place to belong
Valeria stood by the frost-laced window, her gaze fixed on the distant horizon. The news of Cassie’s rescue had reached her, and the walls of her meticulously constructed world began to tremble. The Carpathian facility, once deemed impenetrable, had fallen.Her father, the King, entered the room, his presence as commanding as ever. “The facility is compromised. Cassie is gone,” he stated, his voice devoid of emotion.Valeria turned to face him, her eyes burning with a mix of anger and desperation. “I underestimated them,” she admitted.The King nodded slowly. “And Elias? Your son?”Valeria’s heart clenched. Elias, her eight-year-old son, whom she had left behind in pursuit of power. The boy’s father, a loyal operative, had perished on a covert mission to Petrov, a casualty of Valeria’s ambition.“I need to bring him back,” she whispered.The King raised an eyebrow. “You abandoned him. Why the sudden change of heart?”“Because he’s all I have left,” she replied, her voice trembling.De
The mafia’s captive The fart of destiny
The war room buzzed with the low hum of shifting gear, rustling maps, and sharpened tension.Spider stood near the table, lacing her boots with the calm precision of someone who’d been on too many missions to count. Luka and Ryder were arguing over who got the longer-range rifle, while Viktor pulled up a satellite grid of the Carpathian facility—remote, cold, and brutal in terrain.And then came the unmistakable click of heels.All eyes turned.The Widowmaker limped into the room, one arm still wrapped in gauze, a thin scar visible on her cheek. Her coat trailed behind her like war-torn silk. She moved like pain was a mere suggestion.“You shouldn’t be walking,” Spider said bluntly.“I shouldn’t have survived either,” the Widowmaker replied, voice like dry ice. “I’m coming.”Ryder raised a brow. “You were shot through the ribs.”“And now I shoot back.”There was a brief pause. Then Spider nodded. “Fine. You cover east. Luka takes the rear exit. Ryder with me on breach.”Viktor tapped
The mafia’s captive Breakthroughs
The war room inside Vulture’s domain smelled like espresso, gun oil, and something suspiciously like baby powder.Bain was seated near the wall of monitors, shirt sleeves rolled up, his healing hand still bandaged from the last operation. He rocked the baby’s carrier gently with one foot while Viktor connected the hard drive Spider had sent through a scrambled channel.The moment the files opened, Vulture stormed in like a drunk hurricane in silk.“I swear to all the gods—real, fake, or dead—I just saw two of my guards trying to sneak out with my last bottle of Scotch. And one of them was wearing lip balm. Cherry. What in all the flammable hells is going on with people these days?”He stopped mid-rant when he spotted Bain and the blinking screen.“What’s this?” Vulture sniffed, eyes narrowing. “If that’s another compilation of Luka’s ‘cool walk’ clips, I’m throwing this baby at the wall.”“It’s the intel,” Viktor said, ignoring the threat to the baby. “Spider, Ryder, and Luka hit pay
The mafia’s captive Sissy pants and bad coffee
Somewhere between the coast of Palermo and the dusty roads of Varna, Ryder was ready to throw Luka out of a moving van.“This coffee tastes like cat piss that lost a bet,” Ryder grumbled, swishing the last sip in his mouth like it might taste better if he glared at it.“You think I like it?” Luka snapped, adjusting the cheap sunglasses sliding down his nose. “You know how many years I’ve been drinking espresso brewed by a guy named Rocco with chest hair that makes a rug jealous? And now I’m stuck with gas station sludge that tastes like depression.”Spider, seated cross-legged in the back of the van, bit back a laugh. “You two whine more than an orphanage of kittens on bath day.”“It’s not whining,” Ryder muttered. “It’s tactical disappointment.”“It’s weak is what it is,” she shot back, her dark braid swinging as she leaned over the map spread across the floor. “You’re tracking the most dangerous human trafficking queenpin in Europe, and your biggest concern is bean juice?”“She also
The mafia’s captive A map of shadows
Vulture’s domain had turned into a fortress of precision.No one came in or out without clearance. The baby’s cries were the only soft sound allowed in the compound—and even those had a rhythm now, a presence, like an anthem beneath the thunder of preparation.In the center of the strategy room, red strings stretched across the wall like arteries, connecting names, coordinates, photos, satellite images, and names written in capital letters.VALERIA. DARIUS. THE JACKAL.Vulture paced in front of it like a general in the trenches, while Bain stood with a fresh bandage on his hand, eyes locked on a small blinking dot on the map.“She was there,” Bain said, pointing to a city on the Turkish border. “Two weeks ago. Transport routes cross there—human cargo routes too.”“We’ll send Ryder and Luca,” Vulture muttered. “With the Spider. Covert. Quick. Quiet.”“Ryder’s going to hate quiet,” Bain smirked.Vulture snorted. “He talks like a microwave with a loose screw. But he follows orders.”They
The mafia’s captive Fire in the veins
The air in Vulture’s war room was heavy. No one spoke. Blood had dried on Bain’s bandaged hand, seeping through the gauze as he sat at the table, jaw clenched, fury burning cold and bright in his eyes. The op had failed. Cassie had been moved. And the Jackal had escaped again—barely—just like the venomous coward he was.But someone had known.And someone had told.Vulture came in last, his long coat billowing like a storm cloud, eyes scanning every man in the room with venom. He didn’t need to raise his voice—his silence was enough to terrify even the most hardened of killers. His baby godson was nestled against his chest, swaddled and asleep, blissfully unaware of the hell burning beneath his godfather's skin.Then, Vulture turned to his men and growled, “Which one of you shit-stained bastards fed her information?”No one spoke.“I will find out,” he hissed. “And when I do, there won’t be enough left of you to feed to the crows.”It didn’t take long. One of the techs—a younger man na
