Todos os capítulos de The Russian Mafia’s Queen : Capítulo 21 - Capítulo 26

The door chimed as Chloe stepped out of the café into the crisp morning air, Adrian close behind her like a shadow she couldn’t shake. Everything outside looked the same—cars passing, a cyclist ringing his bell, the faint buzz of city life—but to Chloe, everything felt wrong. It was like walking into a dream she couldn’t wake up from.Her legs felt heavy, trembling with each step. Adrian didn’t touch her, but his presence loomed beside her like a loaded gun cocked and ready. He nodded toward a sleek black car parked just a few feet down the street.“Keep walking,” he said, tone light like they were discussing weather.She didn’t want to. Every part of her body screamed to run, to fight, to cry for help. But her mind flashed to the strangers in her café. The couple by the window. The man who smiled as she handed him his croissant. Adrian wasn’t bluffing. He would kill them without hesitation.Her steps carried her to the car, her breath shallow as he reached past her to open the back d

CHLOE’s POV The warehouse was thick with the stench of gunpowder, sweat, and blood. But all Chloe could hear was her heartbeat. Loud. Deafening. Then—footsteps. Slow. Heavy. Nicholas. Her eyes locked on him as he crossed the distance between them. His face was unreadable. Blood smeared across his jaw. His knuckles raw. He didn’t speak at first. Just stood there, staring at her like she was the last puzzle piece in a world that no longer made sense. And then—he dropped to his knees. His hands gripped her shoulders—tight, almost painful—but it wasn’t fear that choked her. It was the look in his eyes. Not rage. Not hatred. Grief. He leaned closer, his voice hoarse, one word rasping from his lips like a blade dragged across his throat. “Isaac.” Her breath caught. Her eyes welled up instantly. She knew. The name hit her like a gunshot to the chest. Adrian had said it—a brother for a brother. And now she understood why Nicholas had come, why he looked

Chloe’S POVLATER THAT NIGHTThe night air wrapped around Chloe like a cold shroud as she sat by the window, knees drawn to her chest, her forehead pressed to the cool glass. Her bedroom—usually her sanctuary—felt like a prison now. A quiet, still, echoing place where memories screamed louder than silence ever could.She hadn’t turned the light on. Couldn’t. The shadows felt safer somehow. More honest.Her mother had fallen asleep hours ago, curled up on the couch downstairs after trying everything—tea, soup, prayer, tears. Chloe hadn’t said much. Just the truth, straight and jagged: I was taken. Nicholas left me there. Adrian is dead. And I’m the reason Isaac isn’t alive.Her mother hadn’t spoken after that. Just held her. Just wept.Now, the house was still, and Chloe was alone. The ache in her muscles from the ropes, the bruises around her wrists, the pounding exhaustion in her skull—none of it compared to the storm inside her chest.Nicholas had looked her in the eye.He had gripp