บททั้งหมดของ Mafia’s Hidden Flame: บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 18

Avery gulped it down in one hard swallow. Her throat burned. Her chest tightened.She shut her eyes, trying to sink into sleep… but it refused to come.Fury simmered instead—thick and poisonous. Her heart pounded like it wanted to explode right through her ribs. She yanked the pillow close, pouring every ounce of rage into it, fists pounding like it was Kieran himself.Dickface. Arsehole. Dumbass. Weirdo. Psycho… Her voice rose with each insult, until she was growling into the fabric.“Who does he think he is? Think I’ll beg him?” She scoffed to the empty room, punching the pillow again.It went on until her arms grew heavy. Slowly, exhaustion wrapped its chains around her, dragging her under. The last word she muttered before darkness claimed her was a faint, venom-laced— “Dickhead…”Meanwhile…Lilia was ecstatic. The moment she got word Avery had swallowed the drink, she laughed like a woman possessed—sharp, manic, unhinged.Anya stepped in, curiosity flickering in her eyes. “She’s d

Avery found herself in Kieran’s secluded room — a place so isolated it was almost eerie. How did he manage to bring her here without anyone noticing? The man was an enigma, a shadow in human form. She still wanted to know more about him, but he was impossible to read, his walls higher than any fortress.She sank into the couch, the faint trace of his smoky scent curling through the air, wrapping around her senses. Her limbs felt too heavy to move. Moments later, Kieran emerged from another room, a first aid kit in hand. Without a word, he set it beside her and knelt to work on her injuries.“You really like treating wounds… and you’re actually good at it,” she scoffed, watching him.No answer. His focus was razor-sharp, like a surgeon mid-operation.“Why did you save me back there? Don’t you hate nosy girls?” she pressed.He lifted his gaze briefly. “Yes, I do. But wouldn’t I be too heartless if I just stood there and watched you shatter like an empty skeleton?”She winced as he presse

The Kuznetsov mansion was chaos incarnate, a war camp disguised as a home. Smoke from gun oil clung to the halls, servants scurried with bandaged arms and crates of ammunition, and the walls trembled with shouted orders. It was as if the house itself knew that doomsday had arrived.The poison — the only weapon carefully prepared to stop Silence — had been destroyed. Sergei’s private jet was already in U.S. airspace, but whether he would make it alive to land, no one knew. And that uncertainty was enough to send the entire Kuznetsov household into frenzy.The weapon room — a private arsenal that stretched wall to wall in cold steel racks and crates — rattled with the metallic clink of magazines snapping into rifles. Lilia stood in the middle, fastening the straps of her dark combat armor, the leather and steel hugging her like a second skin. Her hands trembled, not from fear, but from the icy focus that gripped her veins. She checked the chamber of her pistol, snapped a blade onto her t

The room thickened with silence as the meeting began. Sergei sat at the head of the long mahogany table, the position of a king presiding over his war council. Avery’s seat had been placed close to him, too close for her comfort, and though she kept her face composed, her stomach twisted under the weight of so many eyes.“It has been a while,” Sergei’s Russian voice rolled through the hall, deep and commanding, echoing like a gavel striking. “Let us get things over with—”“I really got shot, right here in the shoulder,” Ivan cut in, clutching his arm like a wounded child. “And you know how I cherish this arm. Plenty of girls are dying for it.” He exaggerated a pained grimace.Lisa nearly scoffed out loud. He had been strutting around like an untouchable moments ago, and now he whined like a baby.“We should start with the damned problem of Silence,” Roman’s thunderous voice broke through. His hands slammed against the table, rattling glasses. “He’s been on our trail for ten years. Ten