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The devil in silk
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Bain sat in the quiet of the nursery, his son cradled in his arms, his gaze softened as he watched the tiny life in his hands. The baby’s breath was even and gentle, completely unaware of the storm that was brewing just outside the walls of their peaceful sanctuary.He let out a breath, steadying himself. The weight of responsibility was different now. It wasn’t just power or violence that he had to protect—it was love. It was family. And the past, in all its ugly, blood-soaked glory, had returned to remind him just how fragile that could be.His phone buzzed again—an encrypted video call from Petrov and SokolovWithout hesitation, Bain swiped the screen, the familiar faces of his sworn brothers appearing on the screen. They both smiled when they saw him, a moment of genuine warmth breaking through the tension that had lingered in Bain’s chest since Viktor’s news.Petrov, as always, looked like a man who had stepped out of a warzone—and Sokolov, ever the strategist, gave a sharp nod as
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The day broke with the scent of ash.Bain Blackwood stood on the balcony outside his office, the city sprawled out before him like a kingdom on the edge of a storm. A single call had shattered the early morning calm—a call from one of his lieutenants on the east side.The moment he answered, he felt it in his bones.“There’s been an attack.”The voice was tight, urgent. “Market district. One of ours. Ten men dead. Burned. And they left something behind.”Bain’s voice dropped, razor sharp. “What?”A beat.“A coin. Black. Right in the center of the carnage.”Bain didn’t speak. Didn’t blink. Just stared out at the skyline as the wind picked up around him.It wasn’t just an attack.It was a message.—Inside the mansion, the warmth of their new life still clung to the walls. Cassie padded through the hallway barefoot, their son tucked gently in her arms. She paused by the nursery window, catching the flicker of tension in Bain’s frame as he stood alone outside, the breeze ruffling his shi
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The sky over New York bled gray as the first whispers of morning slithered through the city’s alleys. But in the heart of the Blackwood estate, there was no sunrise—only smoke.Bain stood in the center of the war room, eyes locked on the tablet in Viktor’s hands. The footage was grainy, taken from one of his security drones. What remained of one of his black market hubs looked like a warzone. Bodies scattered like discarded dolls. Fire licking the bones of steel scaffolding. Blood painted across concrete.And in the center, placed delicately atop a broken crate—A single obsidian coin.Unmarked. Untraceable. But he knew what it meant.Valeria.Viktor’s voice was like gravel. “They were tortured before they were killed. The cameras were disabled thirty seconds before the attack. Whoever did this knew the layout like the back of their hand.”Bain didn’t blink. “Someone gave her intel.”“They didn’t just hit the market, Bain. They destroyed it. This was a message.”Bain’s jaw clenched, h
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The SUV growled as it tore down the midnight streets of the city, its windows tinted, its driver silent. Bain Blackwood sat in the back seat, a storm barely contained beneath his skin. His eyes burned with fury, his hand resting on the pistol strapped to his thigh—not because he needed it, but because control was becoming a fragile thing.The massacre had happened less than an hour ago. One of his oldest markets—gone. Burned. Every man inside executed. It wasn’t just a message.It was a declaration.And left behind, in the middle of the bloodstained floor, was a single black coin.The same kind Bain once used as a symbol of finality.But this coin… wasn’t his.It bore no insignia. No carving. Just black, polished steel. Cold and silent.Valeria’s signature.She was playing his own game now.Viktor’s voice echoed in his mind from the call minutes earlier. “We cleared the scene. No witnesses. It was surgical, Bain. She didn’t just hit it to provoke you—she studied our rotation, our resp
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He closed his eyes for a second. Do it now, or it’ll eat you alive later.Bain pushed open the door.Cassie looked up, her dark eyes still sleepy, her hair tied loosely as she nursed their baby. The moment she saw him, her face softened.“You okay?” she asked gently, adjusting the blanket over the baby’s small body.He nodded. “Yeah… yeah, I just needed to see you both.”She tilted her head, studying him. “Something’s wrong.”Bain didn’t answer right away. He walked toward them, crouched beside her, and reached out to brush his thumb along the baby’s cheek.“There’s something I need to tell you, Cass.”The air shifted.She blinked slowly, brows furrowing. “What is it?”He exhaled, steadying his voice. “Petrov finished the background investigation… on Valeria’s right-hand man. The one she’s using to recruit underground killers.”Cassie watched him closely, tension building behind her eyes.“His name is Darius,” Bain continued. “And he’s not just some mercenary. He’s your father.”Every
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The encrypted radio crackled to life in the strategy room beneath the Pyrenees stronghold, its steel walls humming with quiet tension. Vulture adjusted the dial, narrowing his eyes as the FBI’s voice came through, garbled but clear enough to send chills.Bain stood beside him, arms folded. Petrov leaned against the wall, face carved from stone. Sokolov tapped his fingers slowly against the steel table. Liang stood motionless in the shadows, unreadable as always.“We’ve managed to secure most of the girls,” the voice from the other end said. “Some were reunited with their families already. Others are under our protection—surveillance detail, social workers, clean documentation. We’ve kept them safe.”Everyone in the room felt the invisible exhale of relief.“But there’s more,” the FBI agent continued, voice hardening. “We found a body this morning. Young. Fifteen, maybe. Fished from the Tiber. Her hands were bound, her ribs shattered. There was a message carved into her skin.”The room
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The box arrived in silence.No return label. No markings. Just a single white ribbon tied in a perfect bow.Vulture had seen enough war to know: when evil sends a gift, it’s never empty.He opened the box in the war room. Inside were two small, bloodied hands—clearly from a young girl. They were nailed to a crude wooden stake, with a note pinned beneath them.“If you will not give me back my son, I will take children from the world and burn their names into your hearts. —V.”Cassie gagged. Elias looked away, face pale.Bain’s jaw clenched as he grabbed the table edge so hard his knuckles went white. “She’s using children. Again.”Vulture nodded grimly. “She trained those assassins since they were twelve. She’s unleashing them now—Bone Circle’s final litter.”As if on cue, Bain’s encrypted line buzzed. It was Agent Ramirez from the FBI.“Vulture,” the agent said immediately, voice sharp. “We have to work together. Valeria just crossed into sovereign red territory. We intercepted one of
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The Bone Circle’s hideout stank of decay and blood. Valeria stood at the head of a long, steel table, where a map of the Pyrenees was spread out—covered not in markers or pins, but in dried blood smears and jagged carvings. Around her stood her most trusted killers, the Bone Circle. Dressed in bone-white uniforms, they looked more like reapers than assassins.Beside Valeria stood a row of girls, barely women, scarred, emotionless, their eyes dead from years of training and torment. She had raised them since adolescence—trained them to be shadows, to kill silently, beautifully. They were her legacy. Her wrath made flesh.“This time,” she whispered, “we don’t strike with force. We slice their hope. Piece by piece.”One of the girls approached, carrying a wooden pole. At the top of it hung a severed hand—small, delicate—belonging to one of the trafficked girls Vulture’s forces had recently freed. A brutal message. Valeria smiled coldly.“Deliver this to the edge of the Pyrenees. Let Bain
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The Pyrenees fortress stood silent under a veil of mist, its stone walls blending seamlessly with the rugged mountainside. Inside, the atmosphere was tense, the air thick with anticipation.Vulture sat in the command room, eyes fixed on the surveillance monitors. A soft chime signaled an incoming encrypted transmission. He tapped the console, and Petrov’s stern face appeared.“We’re approaching the designated coordinates,” Petrov announced. “The Triad operatives are with me. Five, as discussed.”Vulture nodded. “Ensure they follow the safe passages. The mountain watches every step.”Petrov smirked. “They know the drill. No missteps.”Moments later, the fortress’s outer sensors detected movement. Vulture switched views, observing five figures navigating the treacherous terrain with practiced ease. Their movements were precise, almost choreographed—a testament to their training.Inside the fortress, Bain and Cassie stood by the entrance, awaiting their arrival. As the group entered, the
