Semua Bab Burn For Me : Bound By The Mafia King: Bab 101 - Bab 110

Hale’s pov.I know she’s about to walk out before the curtain even moves. The shift in energy gives it away—the silence that tightens like a noose, the way some of the guests suddenly lean forward in their seats with new hunger in their eyes. Final lot. Something special. Something exclusive. I feel Cali tense beside me. Her hand’s still wrapped around mine, fingers tight, her pulse a frantic thrum under her skin. But I don’t look at her. Not yet. Not when every ounce of my attention has to be locked onto what comes next.The announcer clears his throat. “Our final lot this evening comes from a most prestigious lineage. An exclusive offering. Virgin. Seventeen. Untouched. An heir of the Ford name.”Cali’s nails dig into my hand.Then the curtain parts.And Belle walks out.The room doesn’t breathe.She’s dressed in a pale blue slip of silk that hangs off her like she’s a doll someone forgot to finish. Her hair is braided in that careful, glossy way girls wear when they’re being parade

There’s a hum in the air I’ve learned not to ignore. Not a sound, exactly—more like pressure. The kind that coils in the base of your spine, too subtle to name but too loud to mistake. It’s the warning before a predator enters the room. The low static before a bullet leaves a chamber.And I feel it now.It tightens the back of my neck. Pricks the edge of my nerves.I turn my head, already knowing what I’ll see.Killian Vale.The moment my eyes land on him, it feels like a blade against my ribs.He’s dressed like he wants to be envied—tailored navy suit, platinum watch, cuffs rolled just enough to show off a black ink tattoo curling under his sleeve. It’s for show. He always overcompensates, always performs for the audience. But the smile on his face—that grin carved from cruelty and unchecked indulgence—it’s real. That’s him. Down to the bone.I haven’t seen him in years.But there’s not a damn thing about him that’s changed.He’s leaning casually near a tall crystal sculpture at the

Belle’s pov.They close the curtain.And everything stops.The lights. The voices. The warmth.It all dies behind me as they pull me off stage like a broken puppet no one wants to look at anymore.The man gripping my arm doesn’t speak. He doesn’t need to. The silver cuff bites into my wrist when I resist, and that’s enough reminder to keep moving. I don’t look at him. I don’t look at anyone. I keep my eyes locked on the floor as I’m marched down a corridor that smells like bleach and expensive cologne. The click of my shoes echoes—too loud, too slow.I’m not shaking.I’m too cold for that now.They take me to a white room with no windows. Just walls. Smooth, soundproof, gleaming like everything’s been wiped clean one too many times.There’s a chair in the center.A camera in the corner.And nothing else.They leave me there. No words. No threats. No comfort.Just silence.I stand in the middle of the room long after the door closes.Then I sit.Slowly.My knees ache. My shoulders burn

Hale’s pov.The message comes in just after 3:00 a.m.Encrypted, buried in an old server tied to a dummy shell company I haven’t used in years. It pings my burner once before auto-deleting itself.But it’s enough.I’m already moving before the screen finishes blinking.The data loads into the secure app I installed on an isolated drive. I scan the packet, parsing the obfuscations, and extract the real intel: coordinates, timestamps, names of assigned couriers, and a nine-digit transaction code linking to the auction registry.The pickup is scheduled for 10:30 a.m.Today.Warehouse compound, two towns out. Rural. Surrounded by farmland and too far from law enforcement for comfort.They’re not taking chances.No surprise there. Belle sold for a price that made headlines in the right circles. She’s not just inventory now—she’s a statement. Anyone who bought her would have power. Access. Influence. The syndicate needs this handoff to go smoothly, cleanly, without a ripple.And I plan to u

Hale’s pov.Gravel sprays like bullets behind the SUV.Killian doesn’t hesitate. Doesn’t pause to gloat. He yanks Belle into the vehicle and peels off into the pre-dawn murk like a man who’s been planning this for weeks. Which, knowing him, he probably has.I don’t waste time shouting.“Get in the car!” I bark at Cali, already sprinting toward the driver’s seat.She’s moving before the words fully register, adrenaline overriding grief. Her feet pound across the cracked earth, hair whipping around her face as she dives into the passenger side and yanks the door shut.I don’t look at her.I don’t need to.I feel her panic vibrating through the air.My tires screech as I throw us into gear, the engine roaring to life like it’s been waiting for this. The car surges forward and I slam the accelerator to the floor, shooting out of the compound gate with a howl of rubber and rage.“Where are they?” Cali gasps, twisting to look through the rear window.“There—” I nod ahead, gripping the wheel