All Chapters of The mafia’s captive : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Bain didn’t sleep.By dawn, his eyes were red from staring at maps and encrypted files pulled from the black ledger. Viktor stood behind him, jaw clenched, marking facility coordinates with red dots across a global blueprint. Morocco. Serbia. Mexico. Others… hidden deeper. Protected by proxy names, shell companies, offshore records.“She’s been moving children like cargo for over a decade,” Bain muttered. “And we never saw it.”“She paid the right people to keep it quiet,” Viktor replied. “But the ledger broke her mask.”Bain nodded slowly. “We start in Morocco. Tonight. I want the place gutted.”But even as he plotted, a heaviness pressed on his spine. A cold intuition.Something wasn’t right.A knock came at the compound’s south gates. Not frantic. Not urgent. Calm. Intentional.Sentry cameras flickered. Bain’s blood turned to ice.Valeria stood alone outside his gates.Hair swept back. Red lips. Dressed like she was meeting an old lover instead of a man who wanted her dead.“She’s

The safehouse was buried beneath the Dolomites—carved into stone, hidden even from satellites. A place with no name, built for war, not comfort. Only the most trusted ever knew its coordinates, and tonight, it held the kind of men who didn’t need introductions.Inside the stone-walled war room, five figures stood around a circular table. No phones. No recordings. Just red files, blood maps, and fury.Bain was the first to speak.“She’s bleeding,” he said, voice low. “And when a snake bleeds, she gets desperate.”He tossed down a photo—Valeria, dressed in a gold-trimmed coat, standing beside a bishop from the Vatican. Another photo: her in Morocco, shaking hands with a military commander. Beneath them, red circles. Targets.“She’s losing her grip,” Viktor said, flipping through the black ledger they had decrypted. “Three facilities torched, buyers dead or on the run. And now that the names are leaking… she’s losing allies. Fast.”“She still has Darius,” Vulture growled from the far end

The Leviathan was ash and steel.It sank beneath the waves two hours after the last extraction, taking with it the screams, the blood, and the remains of Valeria’s auction empire. By morning, satellite footage showed only oil on the sea and wreckage too deep to recover.But she wasn’t among the dead.She’d vanished—again.And Bain was done waiting.Mexico City – 48 Hours LaterThe morning news rolled footage of a collapsed warehouse on the outskirts of the city, reporting it as an “accidental fire.” What the media didn’t know was that warehouse had once been used to store children like property.Now, it was gone. One of three Bain’s team had leveled within 48 hours of the Leviathan raid.And still—no Valeria.Bain stood in the center of a darkened intelligence bunker inside Vulture’s mountain fortress, staring at a digital map filled with blinking red lights. Darius had gone dark. The buyers were scattering. And Valeria’s list of safehouses was down to nearly nothing.Then Viktor walk

The morning broke grey and cold over the estate. Rain slicked the stone driveways, casting the world in a sheet of silver. Inside the war room, the fire crackled low, casting long shadows across the heavy maps pinned to the walls.Bain, Petrov, and Sokolov moved like predators in a den—coiled, silent, waiting.Viktor arrived just after sunrise, a fresh folder in his hands. He didn’t waste time. He dropped the file on the table, flipping it open.“Leads from Cairo, Casablanca, and Dubrovnik,” Viktor said. “Three suspected facilities Valeria may still have operational. Two buyers en route to inspect cargo within seventy-two hours.”“Confirmed?” Bain asked.“Enough to bet blood on,” Viktor said grimly.Bain’s hand curled into a fist on the table. “Good.”The plan was simple in theory, lethal in execution: Make Valeria desperate enough to call the Jackal personally. Force her into a mistake.They would fake an opportunity too tempting to ignore.Bain tapped a spot on the map. “Here. Dubro

The engines of the private jet rumbled low and steady as it sliced through the night sky, heading back to the Vulture’s domain.Bain sat by the window, his jaw locked tight, one hand curled into a fist on his knee. Across from him, Petrov and Sokolov traded grim looks. No one spoke much.The failed ambush against the Jackal had left its mark.They needed a new plan.And they needed it fast—before Valeria and her new ally tore their world apart.The Vulture had already called ahead, telling Bain to come straight to his estate.“I’m handling something. Will join you soon,” was all he said.The absence of their old guardian weighed heavier than the jet itself.This war was getting out of hand.And Bain could feel it — like stormclouds pressing down on his chest.Meanwhile — Vulture’s DomainCassie stood in the living room, their baby boy fussing softly in her arms.She’d been on edge all morning, the walls of the fortress pressing too tightly around her. Even with Luca and Ryder nearby,