All Chapters of The mafia’s captive : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Valeria’s world had shrunk to the size of a darkened room, the walls closing in like a suffocating cage. Her empire, once a sprawling network of fear and power, was now a brittle skeleton. The scattered remnants of loyal operatives were few, their obedience tinged with dread. Every whispered failure, every lost shipment, every name burned on the news chipped away at her mind.She sat alone, draped in a heavy cloak of shadows, eyes wild and unblinking, staring at the flickering images projected on cracked screens. Faces — dozens of them — haunted her. The girls she’d trafficked, those stolen innocences twisted into weapons and prizes, floated just beyond reality’s edge. Their eyes accused her, their mouths open in silent screams. Sometimes, when the room fell deathly quiet, their whispers slid inside her head, echoing in the dark like a chorus of ghosts.“You promised,” one voice rasped.“You’re finished,” another hissed.Her fingers trembled as she reached out toward the nearest scree

The hidden passage swallowed Valeria, but the warehouse pulsed with restless tension. Bain’s breath was steady, but inside, every nerve screamed. The trap had worked—mostly. Yet the unexpected figure lurking in the shadows unsettled the carefully laid plan.Vulture’s voice was a razor in Bain’s earpiece. “That insider… I know them. Thought they were gone.”Petrov and Sokolov tightened their formation, eyes scanning every shadow, every flicker of movement.Suddenly, the figure stepped fully into the flickering light—a woman with haunted eyes, the scars of past allegiance etched into her face. It was Marissa, one of Valeria’s oldest operatives, presumed dead after a brutal showdown months ago.“I’m not here for her,” Marissa said quietly, voice trembling with years of regret. “I’m here for myself. For the girls she destroyed.”Bain lowered his weapon, tension giving way to wary curiosity. “Then why now? Why betray Valeria here?”Marissa’s gaze flicked toward the hidden door. “Because sh

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 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 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