All Chapters of Bound by blood and lies: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

The car ride home was quiet.Too quiet.Except for the slow ragged breathing sounds coming from Luca.The silence was thick and suffocating, holding on to every word we wanted to say and not letting it go.Luca was slumped against Matteo, unconscious and bleeding despite the pressure we tried to keep on the wound. The car smelled of blood and antiseptic wipes. I couldn’t stop staring at the red on my hands.It wasn’t just blood anymore. It was a memory of everything that had transpired today. What hurt the most? It was all because of me.The moment Matteo carved his name into his chest played in my head on a loop. The ferocity in his movements. The way he looked at Ricci like he was something to destroy, to dominate, to ruin. And he did. He almost killed him.And then Ricci’s words…“I must say, this wasn't planned me but I'll take the honors since the mastermind won't sho

The first thing I felt when I woke up was pain. Not the dull, numbing kind that fades under morphine and good intentions, but the sharp, punishing kind that feels like it’s chewing through your bones. My chest was wrapped in tight bandages, soaked with something I didn’t want to think about. My breathing was shallow, forced, like every inhale came with a knife to the ribs.I opened my eyes slowly. My room was dark, the only source of light was the moon coming in through the half-open curtains, casting silver lines across the floor and ceiling. I stared at the ceiling for what felt like hours, letting the pain wash over me. My mouth was dry. My body felt like it had been steamrolled and set on fire. But I was alive.Somehow.With a slow, agonizing turn of my head, I glanced toward the balcony.And froze.A figure sat in the chair by the doors, still as a statue.My breath caught. My instincts screamed

The warehouse on the edge of the city had been abandoned for years, it was once a cigarette factory, now it was nothing more than a shell of its former self. Metal beams jutted out like bones from the exposed ceiling, and the concrete floor has stains from time, blood, and fire. It was a neutral ground, chosen precisely because no family dared claim it. A place where even ghosts kept their silence.Our sleek black SUV pulled up first, its engine purring like a satisfied beast before cutting off. Matteo stepped out, dressed in black from head to toe, his coat billowing slightly in the wind. I followed, trying to match the aesthetic of the moment despite the pounding in my chest. And last was Luca. Still healing but standing tall, his presence radiating control and quiet dominance.Inside, Ricci waited.He was leaning against one of the rusted support beams, arms crossed, a single cigarette dangling between his fingers. His own men stood farther off, sh

It had been three days since the meeting. Three long, strange days of silence. I sat on the balcony, cradling a cup of lukewarm tea that I’d forgotten to drink in my hands, watching as dusk settled over the city like the calm after the storm. The skyline was painted in shades of gold and gray, I could hear some of the guards talking as they changed shifts but it did nothing to calm my thoughts swirling in my head. A reluctant alliance. Ricci, Luca, Matteo. Three men forged from blood and lies were now tethered by a threat we couldn’t even name. And somehow… I was in the center of it all. I heard the soft click of the door and glanced over my shoulder to find Luca stepping onto the balcony. He was dressed casually for once, dark joggers and a plain shirt but he still carried himself like a king. “How’s your torso?” I asked, nodding toward the spot where the bullet had grazed

The mansion felt too quiet these days.Not in a peaceful way but in a something’s wrong but we can’t name it yet kind of way.Because underneath the silence was tension. Taut and coiled like a tripwire. We all felt it—we just hadn’t said it aloud.Someone was playing a longer game. Hiding in plain sight.And I couldn’t keep sitting here, waiting for the next explosion.I needed answers.Even if it meant walking into the belly of the beast myself.****“Absolutely not.”Luca’s voice cracked like a whip as he sat upright in bed, wincing slightly. His wounds were still healing but his scowl was as fierce as ever.“You want to go where?” Matteo asked beside him, folding his arms with that deep, unreadable frown of his.“I want to talk to Nathan. My contact at the Bureau. The one you kidnapped and nearly killed when I was in italy. He might have access to files that could tell us somet