Semua Bab The mafia’s captive : Bab 31 - Bab 40

The sun poured softly through the tall windows of the Blackwood estate, golden light draping over the polished marble floors and velvet curtains. For once, silence didn’t mean tension—it meant peace.Cassie sat curled up in the nursery, her newborn son nestled against her chest. He was small, warm, and impossibly perfect. His little fingers clutched at the lace of her robe as he slept, his breathing soft and steady.Bain stood in the doorway, leaning against the frame with his arms crossed over his broad chest, watching her with a look that no one else ever got to see—soft, reverent, protective. He didn’t say anything. He didn’t need to. Everything was right, at last.Luca wandered past behind him, cradling a mug of coffee, still shirtless, clearly making himself at home. Ryder trailed after him, yawning and muttering something about needing better espresso. They’d both moved in after the chaos had ended, claiming the guest wing. Family. Finally.For the first time in their violent, b

Bain sat in the quiet of the nursery, his son cradled in his arms, his gaze softened as he watched the tiny life in his hands. The baby’s breath was even and gentle, completely unaware of the storm that was brewing just outside the walls of their peaceful sanctuary.He let out a breath, steadying himself. The weight of responsibility was different now. It wasn’t just power or violence that he had to protect—it was love. It was family. And the past, in all its ugly, blood-soaked glory, had returned to remind him just how fragile that could be.His phone buzzed again—an encrypted video call from Petrov and SokolovWithout hesitation, Bain swiped the screen, the familiar faces of his sworn brothers appearing on the screen. They both smiled when they saw him, a moment of genuine warmth breaking through the tension that had lingered in Bain’s chest since Viktor’s news.Petrov, as always, looked like a man who had stepped out of a warzone—and Sokolov, ever the strategist, gave a sharp nod as

The sky over New York bled gray as the first whispers of morning slithered through the city’s alleys. But in the heart of the Blackwood estate, there was no sunrise—only smoke.Bain stood in the center of the war room, eyes locked on the tablet in Viktor’s hands. The footage was grainy, taken from one of his security drones. What remained of one of his black market hubs looked like a warzone. Bodies scattered like discarded dolls. Fire licking the bones of steel scaffolding. Blood painted across concrete.And in the center, placed delicately atop a broken crate—A single obsidian coin.Unmarked. Untraceable. But he knew what it meant.Valeria.Viktor’s voice was like gravel. “They were tortured before they were killed. The cameras were disabled thirty seconds before the attack. Whoever did this knew the layout like the back of their hand.”Bain didn’t blink. “Someone gave her intel.”“They didn’t just hit the market, Bain. They destroyed it. This was a message.”Bain’s jaw clenched, h

Valeria was losing patience.The black coin had already been delivered. Not just to a market. Not to a warehouse or a street-run crew. No—this time, she’d sent it straight to the gates of his fortress.Bain Blackwood’s compound.A bold move. A declaration of war.And yet… nothing.No retaliation. No reply. No counterstrike.She paced the dark loft of her hideout, the sharp clack of her heels against marble echoing like gunshots. Kain leaned against the wall behind her, arms crossed, expression blank. The assassin was a brutal storm in a quiet sky—always still before the kill. She trusted him more than most, which said very little. But even he looked slightly on edge now.“He’s waiting,” Valeria muttered, more to herself than anyone else. “Watching. Calculating. That’s what he does. But the longer he waits, the more dangerous he becomes.”Kain said nothing.Valeria spun toward one of her lieutenants, a wiry man with a split lip and trembling fingers. “What are the latest movements?”He

He closed his eyes for a second. Do it now, or it’ll eat you alive later.Bain pushed open the door.Cassie looked up, her dark eyes still sleepy, her hair tied loosely as she nursed their baby. The moment she saw him, her face softened.“You okay?” she asked gently, adjusting the blanket over the baby’s small body.He nodded. “Yeah… yeah, I just needed to see you both.”She tilted her head, studying him. “Something’s wrong.”Bain didn’t answer right away. He walked toward them, crouched beside her, and reached out to brush his thumb along the baby’s cheek.“There’s something I need to tell you, Cass.”The air shifted.She blinked slowly, brows furrowing. “What is it?”He exhaled, steadying his voice. “Petrov finished the background investigation… on Valeria’s right-hand man. The one she’s using to recruit underground killers.”Cassie watched him closely, tension building behind her eyes.“His name is Darius,” Bain continued. “And he’s not just some mercenary. He’s your father.”Every