The mafia’s captive のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 81 - チャプター 90

The Bone Circle’s hideout stank of decay and blood. Valeria stood at the head of a long, steel table, where a map of the Pyrenees was spread out—covered not in markers or pins, but in dried blood smears and jagged carvings. Around her stood her most trusted killers, the Bone Circle. Dressed in bone-white uniforms, they looked more like reapers than assassins.Beside Valeria stood a row of girls, barely women, scarred, emotionless, their eyes dead from years of training and torment. She had raised them since adolescence—trained them to be shadows, to kill silently, beautifully. They were her legacy. Her wrath made flesh.“This time,” she whispered, “we don’t strike with force. We slice their hope. Piece by piece.”One of the girls approached, carrying a wooden pole. At the top of it hung a severed hand—small, delicate—belonging to one of the trafficked girls Vulture’s forces had recently freed. A brutal message. Valeria smiled coldly.“Deliver this to the edge of the Pyrenees. Let Bain

The sound of fists hitting sandbags echoed through the Pyrenees stronghold. The air smelled of sweat, oil, and sharpened steel. Bain was relentless—sweat glistened on his brow, his fists red from impact. He wasn’t just training—he was preparing for war.Outside the training ring, Cassie walked into the courtyard with purpose. Her hair was pulled into a loose braid, a soft smile tugging at her lips as she approached Vulture, who was lounging in a shaded corner, baby Cassian resting comfortably in his arms like a tiny warlord.“I came to feed him,” Cassie said, hands on her hips.Vulture looked at her and grinned, raising a brow. “Oh, now you remember you have a son? He’s been ruling the courtyard for an hour. Everyone bowed twice.”Cassie chuckled, stepping closer and scooping Cassian gently into her arms. “Don’t fill his head with lies.”“He prefers my beard,” Vulture added with a mock sigh. “Yours doesn’t tickle the same.”She rolled her eyes but smiled wide. As she settled in to fee

The call had been days in the making—encrypted, untraceable, set on a secure satellite frequency only known to the oldest survivors of past wars. It wasn’t a call made lightly. Not to a man like —Valeria’s father, once a general feared across Eastern Europe. A ghost who rarely emerged from the shadows of old power.Now, his weathered face appeared on the screen, lit by the dim yellow light of some hidden estate. Lines carved deep into his skin. Eyes sharp as broken glass.Vulture leaned forward into the camera. The same steel threaded through him. Age hadn’t dulled him either.They stared at each other for a moment. Not as enemies. Not yet. Just as two old wolves measuring the distance between instincts and ruin.“She’s not well,” Vulture began, voice low. “And I’m not just talking about ambition or vengeance. I’m talking about cruelty for pleasure. About butchered girls, stolen infants, and soldiers she’s trained like war dogs since they were children.”He didn’t flinch. “I’ve heard…

The storm outside the Pyrenees stronghold had eased to a cold, eerie stillness, but within the war room, tension was rising by the minute.Vulture stood near the window, arms crossed, his expression unreadable. The conversation with General Arturo de la Cruz lingered in the air like smoke—both men had been soldiers, commanders, survivors of bloodied decades. But even Arturo couldn’t deny what his daughter had become.“He said he just wanted to see Elias one last time,” Vulture muttered, facing the others. “And he did. But he also said something else… that Valeria always hid her worst obsessions behind the ones people could see.”Bain’s jaw tensed. “Meaning?”Liang stepped forward. He’d been quiet through most of the night, eyes sharp, watchful. But now, he unfolded a paper-thin map from his coat and smoothed it across the table.“It means this isn’t just about your son. Or Cassie. Or even you,” Liang said. His tone was calm, but his gaze was hard as stone. “I’ve been watching her patt

Vulture stood at the edge of the mountain compound, staring into the cold horizon. His coat flapped in the wind. Behind him, Bain, Petrov, Sokolov, and Liang stepped out from the debriefing room, heavy silence hanging between them.Liang spoke first. “Wen Ji confirmed the facility beneath the yacht is mobile. It’s already left the Mediterranean and is headed toward West Africa. The other two—still active.”“She’s running a global network in plain sight,” Petrov muttered. “Selling lives like livestock.”“She’s not just selling,” Bain said. “She’s reshaping power.”Vulture’s jaw twitched. “We cut off her limbs, she grows new ones. We kill her people, she makes martyrs. She’s provoking us.”Sokolov adjusted his gloves. “Then we provoke back.”Before anyone could speak, Victor strode in through the stone hallway, carrying a folder sealed with three black stamps.“Intercepted correspondence,” Victor said, handing it to Bain. “Encrypted email between Valeria and someone known only as ‘The C