All Chapters of A Deal with the Mafia Lord: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

The air underground felt different. Heavier. Alive. Julian could taste iron in every breath, could feel the pull of something ancient pressing against the walls. The deeper he went, the less the world above seemed to exist. His flashlight flickered over slick stone, over roots that pulsed faintly like veins.Dave followed a few paces behind, his hand on his weapon. “You’re sure about this?”Julian didn’t answer. His jaw was tight, his eyes locked on the path ahead. He could still hear her voice in his mind—Aurora’s whisper, faint but determined. Beneath the ridge. You’ll know it when you see it.They descended through what looked like the remnants of an old subway tunnel. The walls were carved with strange markings that glowed in the dark, the same symbols from the gate to Country C. The hum of energy was everywhere, steady and low, like the heartbeat of the world itself.Dave broke the silence. “You know what happens if you find it, right?”Julian’s voice was flat. “I know.”“Then yo

The rain came down in sheets over the city, drowning the sound of sirens and distant thunder. Julian stood beneath the half-collapsed bridge that once marked the northern edge of Country C’s border. His hands were covered in dried blood and ash. The remnants of the Balance’s explosion had followed him like ghosts, whispering through every shadow he crossed.It had been three days since Aurora vanished into dust, three days since the world had gone unnaturally quiet. Too quiet. The Balance was gone, but something had replaced it. He could feel it.He touched the back of his neck where the faint glow still lingered under his skin. It pulsed in rhythm with his heartbeat, a flicker of gold that refused to fade. Every time he closed his eyes, he heard her voice—not as memory, but as something alive.Julian.He jerked, eyes wide. The whisper came from nowhere and everywhere, curling through the rain like smoke.Don’t run.His breath caught. “Aurora?”No response. Just the hum of the storm.

The wind whistled in through the shattered windows in what was left of Country C. Night clung the longer here. The gilded light flowed through the crevices of the streets, and veins of it dried up through the city like blood. Julian was strolling through them, his feet clashing upon the damp sidewalks, his mind a divided thing between insanity and sanity.He could feel it now—the Balance whispering inside him. It moved beneath his skin, humming softly, like a living thing trying to find its voice. Each pulse carried fragments of memory, some his, some Aurora’s. He saw flashes of her eyes, her laughter, her touch. Then the images would twist, replaced by visions of towers falling, faces screaming, and rivers of molten gold devouring everything.He stopped walking and pressed a hand to his chest. “Stop,” he whispered. But the voice in his head only laughed.You asked for this.He gritted his teeth. “I asked for her.”And you got her… just not the way you wanted.The city lights flickere

The city was unrecognizable. What had once been the chaotic sprawl of Country C was now a vast field of silence. Crumbled towers rose like bones through the mist, and golden light still shimmered faintly beneath the ruins, like embers that refused to die. Julian stood at the edge of it all, his coat torn, his hands trembling, the wind stinging his face with cold rain.For the first time in months, the Balance was quiet. There were no whispers, no pulse of light under his skin, no golden veins burning through his arms. It was gone.At least, that’s what he told himself.He’d buried Dave at the edge of the river—what was left of him. No words had been spoken, no prayers offered. The ground had swallowed the body, and Julian had walked away without looking back. Guilt was a constant weight, heavier than any weapon he had ever carried.He stared at the horizon where dawn broke through the clouds. The sun touched the wreckage of Country C, turning the shards of glass into glints of fire. H

The city that had once been New York no longer slept. It breathed. Lights flickered in impossible rhythms, and the air shimmered with faint gold veins that ran through buildings, streets, even the sky itself. Somewhere between what was real and what was left of Country C, the world was becoming something else.Julian stood on the rooftop of a half-collapsed skyscraper, the wind tearing at his coat, his eyes fixed on the horizon. The fragment in his hand pulsed like a heartbeat, glowing brighter every hour. Somewhere out there, other pieces of the Balance waited—and someone else was looking for them.He could feel her.Britney.Every time the shard pulsed, her presence brushed against his mind—soft at first, then sharp, like glass dragging across his thoughts. It wasn’t just power. It was her anger, her longing, her hunger.Julian clenched his fist until the shard bit into his palm. Aurora’s voice whispered faintly through the pain. She’s faster than you think. The Balance moves her li