All Chapters of A Deal with the Mafia Lord: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

The world was split in two. Aurora sensed it in the atmosphere, the straining between of warmth and cold, the precariousness of the balance which kept everything together like a throbbing heart threatening to cease. One sun was gold and had its softness and life above her, and the other was lower on the horizon, black and infinite, and drew the light out of the world about it.The divide ran straight through the land. To her left stretched an endless field of gold dust and living wind, bright and soft beneath her feet. To her right, the ground was cracked and silent, the air thick with shadow. It was like standing at the edge of two existences.Julian was somewhere across that line.Aurora knelt, pressing her palm to the glowing soil. The pulse beneath it answered weakly, faint but real. She closed her eyes and whispered, “I’m coming.”The wind stirred in response, carrying with it a faint whisper. You shouldn’t have stayed.She froze. The voice wasn’t Julian’s. It was softer, colder.

The morning came in strange shades. The new sun rose slower here, its light warm but uncertain, as though testing its place in the sky. Aurora stood at the edge of the settlement, the damp earth cold beneath her bare feet. The world looked peaceful, almost innocent. But she had learned peace was the cruelest illusion.Julian stood a few feet behind her, his gaze fixed on the horizon. The faint ripple of light beneath his skin was more visible now, the remnant of the balance still marking him. He didn’t speak, but Aurora felt his unease pressing into the silence between them.“The fractures are spreading,” he said at last. His voice was low, thoughtful, but edged with something darker.Aurora turned to him. “You’ve seen them?”He nodded, eyes distant. “Last night. Out near the ridge. The air bends around them, like heat over asphalt. But it isn’t heat. It’s something else.”Aurora frowned, moving closer. “What do you think they are?”Julian’s gaze flicked to her. “Remnants. When the wo

The wind screamed across the ridge as the storm rolled in, carrying the scent of wet earth and something metallic, almost like blood. Aurora watched the horizon, her pulse thundering in her ears. The storm felt wrong—too sudden, too deliberate. Every instinct in her screamed that it wasn’t weather at all.Julian stood beside her, eyes narrowed against the gusts. “He’s leading us straight into a trap,” he said.Aurora didn’t answer. The glow from her shard had intensified, a golden flicker through her skin that refused to fade. “Maybe. But it’s a trap we have to walk into.”Julian turned to her, frustration flashing in his eyes. “You don’t trust him. I don’t trust him. So why are we still following him?”“Because he’s right,” she whispered. “The pull’s getting stronger. Something’s calling us. And if we don’t go now, it’ll come for us instead.”Julian clenched his fists but said nothing more. The argument was pointless. The decision had already been made the moment Dave appeared again,

The morning after the light returned, everything felt wrong. The sky was too bright, the air too still. Even the birds didn’t dare sing. Julian woke first, half expecting to find Aurora gone. Instead, she stood by the riverbank, staring at her reflection as if she were looking at a stranger.The sunlight shimmered on her skin, catching faint glints of gold and red that hadn’t faded with dawn. She didn’t move when he approached.“You haven’t slept,” he said quietly.Aurora didn’t answer at first. When she finally spoke, her voice was soft, almost detached. “It’s not sleep that I’m afraid of. It’s waking up.”Julian frowned. “You’re not making sense.”She turned to him, eyes hollow. “I hear it, Julian. The coin. It’s whispering.”He froze. “Whispering what?”“Names. Places. Things I shouldn’t know.” Her hand trembled as she touched her chest. “Every fracture I sealed… it’s still alive in me. I can feel them like tiny heartbeats.”Julian’s expression hardened. “Then we’ll find a way to s

The ruins of Country C stretched for miles, twisted metal and fractured glass scattered like bones beneath a bleeding sky. The light was strange here—too red, too alive. It pulsed with a rhythm that wasn’t the sun’s. Julian moved through the haze in silence, his boots crunching over the remains of what had once been a city.He hadn’t slept in two days. His body was exhausted, but his mind wouldn’t rest. Aurora’s whisper still lingered in his head, faint but persistent. Find me before it’s too late.He stopped at the edge of what had been a grand plaza. The earth was broken and reeking, yet in the middle of it was an inscription cut in the rock--a circle of gold and red lines, yet faintly burning. Julian was kneeling and stroking it. The buzz beneath his fingers was very gentle, yet it was there.“She’s been here,” he whispered.Behind him, Dave approached slowly. His face was drawn and pale, his clothes torn. The last few days had taken their toll on him too. “You’re chasing a ghost,”