All Chapters of The mafia’s captive : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

The candlelight flickered across Valeria’s face, casting a dance of gold and shadow against her high cheekbones. She sat cross-legged in the heart of her temporary war room—an ancient crypt beneath the ruins of a monastery outside Zagreb. It smelled of dust, blood, and the perfume of rotting roses. Her sanctuary.Around her, women knelt like silent wolves—her Bone Circle. Girls she had stolen, trained, and reshaped from adolescence into instruments of precision and cruelty. They didn’t speak unless spoken to. They didn’t flinch. Not even when the video of the Zurich facility leak flashed across the old projector.“Cowards,” Valeria whispered.The footage had gone public—blurred faces, high-ranking politicians, international moguls, and doctors smiling for cameras beside babies bred like cattle. Her breeding centers, her empire. Exposed.She stood slowly. Her red silk robe hissed like a viper.“They think leaking footage will scare us.” She picked up a syringe filled with a glowing yel

Vienna, midnight.The infiltration wasn’t loud. It wasn’t bloody. Not yet.Liang’s scouts had already mapped the estate. The Lentz Foundation’s files were kept in a sub-level archive beneath their lakeside mansion, guarded by private security and two former military analysts. But they hadn’t anticipated the silent efficiency of Liang’s people—ghosts in the dark.Bain, Vulture, and Viktor entered once the house was clear. No broken doors, no alarms. Just silence.The baby was in the upper nursery. Cassie had insisted they bring a woman from their medical team to hold him—the infant’s heart rate dropped every time he heard a man’s voice. He had been born into fear.They found the files—hard copies, backups, coded entries under pseudonyms. But Viktor cracked them quickly.It was worse than they expected.Names. Payment ledgers. Medical records. Designer gene selection codes. A list of girls labeled only by number, not name. The Cradle wasn’t just a trafficking operation—it was an elite b

By morning, the Vulture had summoned them all to a hidden estate nestled in the Dolomites. No devices, no digital trace—just a long mahogany table, roaring fireplaces, and war in their veins.Bain arrived with Viktor. Sokolov stood at the far end, leaning against a wall with a glass of vodka. Petrov sat near the fire, visibly restless. Liang entered last, slipping off his gloves as if returning from a storm.The Vulture was already seated. His hawk-like eyes locked on them all.“I’ve uncovered something,” he said. “Something far older than Valeria. She didn’t create this machine—she just found a way to use it.”A silence fell.He slid a black envelope across the table. Bain opened it. Inside were photographs—grainy satellite images of three estates across Europe, private clinics, and a sealed vault under a cathedral.“What is this?” Bain asked.Liang leaned forward. “My scouts came across something while mapping Valeria’s movement after Kyoto. These places—”“—are linked to the White

Zurich’s sky was coated in slate gray, the city veiled in its usual sheen of glass, order, and secrets. Bain stood in front of a narrow tunnel carved beneath an abandoned train station, his coat soaked in cold drizzle, Viktor at his side. Beneath the surface, Zurich’s elite played host to horror masked as privilege.“They say the club doesn’t exist,” Viktor muttered. “Which always means it does.”Bain nodded. “Let’s tear the walls down anyway.”Meanwhile, in Cairo, the air was thick with heat and nerves. Liang moved like a phantom between shadows, directing his men toward a walled compound that once belonged to a deposed arms dealer—now one of Valeria’s interim operating sites. The mission was coordinated, precise. But both teams knew—Valeria didn’t leave threads loose.Back in Zurich, Ryder hacked into the club’s underground system, revealing elevator shafts that bypassed the visible structure. “Three floors down. No cameras. Only way in is a magnetic bypass—” he paused, “or blowing

The Bone had fallen. Captured during a brutal raid led by Liang and his elite team, the once-feared assassins were now prisoners—silent testimonies to the widening net tightening around Valeria’s empire.Liang’s scouts, relentless and precise, had uncovered the location of the elusive White Syndicate, a shadowy faction long rumored but never confirmed. As they closed in, new truths surfaced, darker and more disturbing than anyone had imagined.Valeria’s own father—the once-respected General Arturo de la Cruz—was deeply entwined in the underworld’s arms smuggling. It was a revelation that shattered the fragile illusion of family loyalty. Valeria’s father had been quietly fueling conflicts across continents, his shipments arming factions that thrived on chaos. The pieces fit disturbingly well: the destruction of past operations, the smuggling routes burned down—they were never isolated incidents. They were threads in Valeria’s tangled web, orchestrated to hide her true ambitions.Back a