Все главы Mafia's Nemesis : Глава 21 - Глава 30

"I'm coming back to Bulgaria," she finally whispered. "Now we're talking," Stefan said, throwing his fist up in triumph. "I’ll book your ticket right away." "Yeah… sure," her voice strained, as if buried beneath a landslide of ash. "Nevena!," Stefan called gently. "Cheer up—it’s for the best." She gave a small nod. "Hmm—I’ll just… pack my things." "Alright dear. I’ll reach out through your new number." "Okay" she murmured. With that, she tapped the button. The screen blinks to black, cutting Stefan off—leaving her alone with the quiet again.‿‿⁠‿‿‿‿‿‿ Mobile Command Van, 9 miles from HQ ruins – 08:42 AMThat same morning.‿‿⁠‿‿‿‿‿‿ Breanna cracked her knuckles with a yawn. The hum of generators was the only constant in her world for days now. Parked miles from the charred skeleton of Headquarters was the mobile command van— cramped, sterile, and cold. Leaning over the console, eyes red-rimmed, her fingers flew across the keyboard. She hadn

𝕸𝖆𝖋𝖎𝖆’𝖘 𝕹𝖊𝖒𝖊𝖘𝖎𝖘☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆ “How did it go?” Antonio throated, without looking up. Grinch sighed, sinking into one of the seats, Darting his eyes around, he needn't be told that Antonio just had a marathon, because the air was thick with strong scent of c*m. “All done. No suspicion.” Blade nodded once. “Put the executor on the discreet payroll. Quietly. I don’t want issues like last time.” Grinch smirked. “I already sent him the executional bonus” Antonio chuckled in response. “Let's see how far Breanna would go now? She's just digging her grave.”☆☆☆☆𝕸𝖆𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖎𝖈𝖐 𝕳𝖔𝖘𝖕𝖎𝖙𝖆𝖑..{𝕰𝖛𝖊𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌 5:34𝖕𝖒}☆☆☆☆ “…I know it’s overwhelming, Nevena. But ignoring your body won’t make the sickness go away,” the dietician nurse said, walking alongside her, gently but firmly holding a folder of her charts. “You need to take your meds—consistently. You’re not going to outrun this with sheer willpower, Nevena” Her voice was a mix of profession

𝕸𝖆𝖋𝖎𝖆'𝖘 𝕹𝖊𝖒𝖊𝖘𝖎𝖘☆☆☆ ☆☆☆𝕹𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖓𝖆’𝖘 𝕲𝖚𝖊𝖘𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖚𝖘𝖊 11:35𝖕𝖒☆☆☆ She lay on her back, a limp figure atop the plain bed with her legs tangled in the sheets. The room was dim, lit by the dying amber light slipping through the cracked curtains. The fan spins slowly above her, humming through the heavy air. The mattress dipped beneath her weight. Her marigold hair spread across the pillow like flame, a tangle of weariness and wildfire. Her eyes were open but unfocused, staring into the ceiling. She hadn’t even bothered to change out of her clothes. Her thoughts? Unruly. All she could think about was Junior’s request.> “Sneak me out of here…” Her conscience pulsed in sync with the ticking wall clock. Junior’s words had wedged themselves deep, refusing to leave. “That's reckless,” she murmured to the ceiling.Her voice was hoarse, caught somewhere between a laugh and a confession. “I'm literally dying... and He thinks I'

𝕸𝖆𝖋𝖎𝖆'𝖘 𝕹𝖊𝖒𝖊𝖘𝖎𝖘 A small placard etched in childlike font, glinted faintly under the hallway light. “Junior.S – Unit C” Her pace faltered—the nurses had called yesterday evening, and reminded her about his discharge, which was over two days. She stared toward the door—not long, not with softness. Just a vacant, hollow stare one gives a photograph too painful to touch. Her chest rose once. Then fell. She picked up her pace, and didn’t even slow when she came face to face with the door. Just a brief flick of her eyes toward the door, as if it were just another obstacle in the building she’d memorized—then she walked past. No twitch in her brow, no flicker of guilt. Her jaw tightened, arms stiff at her sides, as though turning that handle would unravel something inside her, which she couldn’t afford to feel. With no glance back—she simply kept walking, unaware that her son was long gone. Had she opened that door, even cracked it slightly, she might have

☆☆☆𝕿𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖘𝖆𝖒𝖊 𝖒𝖔𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌☆☆☆ ✦✦ {7:25—𝕬𝖙 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝕾𝖊𝖆}✦✦ “Any luck?” Nevena asked, her voice low—breath fogging slightly in the morning chill. The sun hadn’t fully risen yet, just a pale peach hue, stretching across the sky like a yawn that hadn’t finished. Ahead, Junior crouched low on the sand, poking at something with a stick.He had insisted that they take a gift with them before going to Antonio . They'd settled on a shell—buying something might not measure up to Antonio's standard. He looked over his shoulder. “Found a big one this time!” he called, pulling up a shell that was more hole than shell. “Look!” Nevena walked along the tide’s edge, letting the waves lick her ankles.Her sandals dangled from one hand, her hair slightly damp from the salt-heavy air. “It’s beautiful,” she said, crouching beside him to take it in her palm. Junior stood with a frown, dusting off his knee. “It’s broken—just like the rest.” “So