Lahat ng Kabanata ng The mafia’s captive : Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

THE ENCOUNTERThey were stepping out of a boutique when the air shifted.Cassiopeia stopped mid-step. Her pulse spiked as she saw the man leaning against a sleek black car, arms crossed, eyes locked onto her like a predator.Elijah.Her stepfather. The man who had sold her to Bain.Luca noticed the change in her posture instantly. “What’s wrong?”But before she could answer, Elijah pushed off the car and approached, a sick smile on his lips. “Cassiopeia,” he drawled, eyes dark with something sinister. “Fancy seeing you here.”She clenched her fists, her breath uneven. “What do you want?”Elijah’s gaze flicked to Luca, his smirk deepening. “Looks like you’ve been making new friends.”Luca, sensing the tension, stepped in. “I don’t know who you are, but I’m guessing you’re not wanted here.”Elijah chuckled, unbothered. “You must be one of Bain’s little men. How cute.” Then, he turned back to Cassiopeia, his smile vanishing. “You think Bain’s protection makes you untouchable? You think yo

Chapter 14The scent of cigar smoke hung heavy in the air, swirling through the dimly lit room like a ghostly warning. The long mahogany table was surrounded by men whose hands were stained with blood and whose names inspired fear across continents. At the head of the table sat Bain Blackwood, calm, composed, lethal.Across from him, Dmitry Moretti leaned back in his chair, arms crossed, an amused smirk playing on his lips. He was older than Bain by a few years, built like a man who had survived too many wars and thrived on every single one. His tailored suit did little to hide the scars beneath, and his dark eyes held the gleam of a man who thought he was untouchable.Bain studied him with the patience of a predator before a kill. The silence was thick, pressing, waiting to be broken.“You’ve been stepping on my territory,” Bain finally said, his voice quiet but cutting like a blade. “Making moves that don’t belong to you.”Dmitry’s smirk widened. “And you’ve been acting like you own

The aftermath of Dmitry’s death rippled through the underworld like a stone dropped into still water. His empire, though powerful, was built on alliances that now fractured, crumbling under the weight of Bain Blackwood’s wrath. Fear spread like wildfire. The name Blackwood became synonymous with death itself.Bain sat in his office, nursing a glass of whiskey, his mind already three steps ahead. Dmitry had been a threat, but he wasn’t the last. There was always another enemy waiting in the shadows.Luca and Viktor entered without knocking. Bain barely glanced up.“It’s done,” Viktor said, tossing a bloodstained handkerchief onto the desk.Bain smirked. “I didn’t doubt you.”Luca poured himself a drink, shaking his head. “You should have seen them, Bain. They didn’t even fight back. The moment Dmitry went down, they scattered like roaches.”“Of course they did,” Bain muttered. “They know what happens to those who stand against me.”Viktor sat across from him, leaning forward. “But you k

Bain sat in his study, the low hum of classical music playing in the background. His fingers tapped rhythmically against the mahogany desk as he reviewed documents outlining his next strategic move. His name carried weight in the underworld—feared, respected, and whispered in the shadows. But now, something far more personal was at stake.Cassiopeia.She had nearly been taken from him. Elijah’s botched attempt at selling her to an old enemy had ignited a rage within Bain he hadn’t felt in years. And now, as he uncovered more details about the man behind it—Aleksander volkov job, the very man who had his parents executed—his fury burned like an inferno.Luca entered without knocking, his expression unusually grim.“We have a problem,” he said, tossing a folder onto Bain’s desk.Bain opened it. Inside were surveillance images of volkov’s men moving through the city. They weren’t just watching—they were planning.“They’re testing you,” Luca said. “Seeing how far they can push before you

The storm was coming.Bain Blackwood had always known that the business of power was never a one-way street. You either fought to stay on top, or you were pulled under by the weight of your own mistakes.But Aleksander Volkov had made one mistake that Bain would never forgive.He had tried to take what was his.⸻A PLAN TO STRIKE BACKBain stood in the middle of his private war room, his fingers tapping against the glass top of the table, eyes hard as steel. He stared at the map of the city, the red dots marking Volkov’s last known locations. There were too many, but Bain was always three steps ahead.Luca stood to his left, Viktor to his right.“We know Volkov’s men have been in and out of the city, but we haven’t been able to pin down his exact location,” Viktor said, his voice laced with irritation.Bain remained silent, eyes flicking over the surveillance data, his mind calculating.“I want Volkov’s inner circle. I want his men, his enforcers, his lieutenants—all of them,” Bain sa