All Chapters of The mafia’s captive : Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

The following morning, the cottage’s war room hummed with quiet intensity. Cassie nursed Aragorn while Cassian sat beside her, his small hands glowing faintly as he played with the floating charms Malthea had summoned to keep him entertained.Around the table, Bain, Petrov, Sokolov, Vulture, Elias, Seraphina, and Malthea studied the new map that had materialized after the retrieval of the Ashen Saint’s blood.“This,” Seraphina pointed, “is the next one. The Mirror of Veils.”“It’s located beneath the catacombs of Prague,” Malthea added, “hidden behind centuries of protective spells. The cult has been trying to access it for months, but the old coven’s protections have held… until now.”Cassian spoke quietly, his golden eyes distant.“She’s sending something worse this time. The mirror doesn’t only reflect — it traps.”Bain’s voice was steady. “Then we move before she does.”II. Departure and WarningsAs they prepared to leave, Petrov, Sokolov, and Vulture pulled Bain aside.“You know,

The mansion was unusually silent after the retrieval of the third relic fragment — the obsidian frogman.It had not been an easy mission.Valeria’s forces had ambushed them during extraction. Though they succeeded in claiming the fragment, several Brotherhood soldiers had been injured. The price of this piece was steep, but necessary.In the fortified underground chamber, the three relic fragments pulsed faintly on the ancient altar. Their combined energies stirred the very air.Bain stood before them with narrowed eyes, Vulture and Petrov at his side.“It’s done. For now,” Bain said coldly.“But she’s growing more reckless,” Petrov added, cracking his knuckles.Vulture paced. “Every fragment we gather takes more out of her. But every sacrifice she makes empowers the Hollow King. It’s a dangerous race.”Sokolov entered the chamber with Malthea and Seraphina behind him. “The wards are holding. But Valeria’s influence is bleeding through more often.”Seraphina placed a hand over the fra

New York glistened under a thin winter sun as the Thorned Circle returned.To the outside world, Bain and his Brotherhood resumed their mafia empire — calculated, lethal, untouchable. The businesses hummed, the shipments arrived, the debts were collected. No one suspected that beneath the surface, war drums pounded.Bain stood in his office, overlooking the skyline, as Victor delivered the latest reports.“All operations are smooth, boss,” Victor said. “The Italian families are holding steady. The docks are secure. The Albanian situation has cooled.”Bain nodded. “And the safehouses?”“Fully reinforced with the sigils Petrov and Seraphina set up. Nothing gets in without us knowing.”Cassie entered quietly behind him, Aragorn cradled against her chest. His golden eyes studied his father, already unnervingly aware.Victor smiled faintly at the baby. “The little prince of this empire.”Bain’s lips twitched. “More like the light we’re all fighting to protect.”II. The Brotherhood Check-In

New York shimmered beneath pale moonlight. From the outside, the Brotherhood’s estate looked like any other luxurious fortress — secured, untouchable. But beneath the surface, the war hummed.In the sanctum chamber, Cassie sat with baby Aragorn in her arms. Cassian, now dozing nearby, stirred from time to time, as if sensing the pressure building. Elias sat cross-legged in the corner, eyes closed, focusing his mind.“We’re ready,” Bain said softly as he approached Cassie. He cupped her face. “No matter how deep this goes, we protect the kids first.”“I know,” she whispered. “I just wish this wasn’t their world.”Bain kissed Aragorn’s tiny forehead. “He’s stronger than we know.”II. The First RipplesAt 2:13 AM, Vulture’s comm crackled.“They’re moving,” came Victor’s voice. “South sewer line, sector five. Six confirmed phase-walkers.”“They’re early,” Petrov muttered.“They’re Hollow,” Sokolov added. “They don’t play by rules.”The Brotherhood activated the counter-sigils placed earli

The wind howled against the mountains of Romania as the Brotherhood’s convoy made its slow crawl toward the hidden sanctuary. The Shadowed Library was not on any map—because it wasn’t part of this world entirely. It existed between folds of reality, guarded by ancient spells and warped dimensions.Seraphina, seated at the front of the lead vehicle, traced runes into the fog as Malthea whispered counter-incantations. They were both tense.“This library was built by the Veiled Ones,” Seraphina said. “Their knowledge was forbidden even to most covens. If we fail to observe their rules, we could be trapped inside — or worse, have our minds shattered.”“Lovely,” Vulture muttered, his voice dry with sarcasm. “First underwater ghosts, now brain-melting libraries.”Cassie held Aragorn close, his faint aura of light pulsing softly against the cold darkness. Cassian, seated between Elias and Bain, stared quietly ahead, more aware than any three-year-old should ever be.“He’s showing me again,”