Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Mafia's Captive Doctor: Kabanata 31 - Kabanata 40

The heavy SUV door slammed shut, a sound of absolute finality.Damian was already in motion. The wounded son had been left behind in the study; the Pakhan was now in command.“Get me to them,” he snapped at the driver. “Now.”The powerful vehicle lurched forward, tires squealing on the private asphalt of the estate as it tore into the night.Damian’s thumb hit a pre-set button on the center console's comms panel. The secure channel opened instantly, the speaker emitting a faint, sterile hiss."Leo."The voice that crackled back was young, jittery, but sharp with adrenaline. "Pakhan."“Marcus staged a rescue,” Damian’s voice was flat, rapid-fire, a string of tactical commands. “He has a photographer. Find the digital trail. I want that upload killed before it completes.”"On it, Pakhan!" Leo replied, the frantic sound of furious typing audible even over the encrypted line. "Got him! He's sloppy. Using a burner phone network to upload to an open cloud server. Amateur hour. I'm already i

Time: Monday, December 2, 2024 | Morning Hours (approx. 7:00 AM) Location: The Pantheon Penthouse Bedroom, The Olympus CasinoThe air tasted of stale fear and regret.A thick pane of Plexiglas separated her from her father's desperate face. She was trapped again in the visiting room, the memory a perfect, repeating torture chamber constructed by the sedative.His voice was a low, urgent whisper through the tinny speaker, his words carefully chosen to sound like sentimental advice to the listening guards."Evelyn, my girl, don't forget our old talks about choosing a path. Remember the foundation I gave you? The one about precedent and law?"His eyes were pleading, desperate for her to understand the code."Even though you chose a different science," he continued, "the truth is still in that first text. It's all there."Her dream-self was momentarily confused. Law? I chose medicine...And then realization hit her like a lightning bolt.It wasn't about her career path. It was about the o

Time: Tuesday, December 3, 2024 | Morning Hours (approx. 8:00 AM) Location: The Pantheon Penthouse, Master BedroomThe quiet click of the master suite door was the only sound that broke the morning stillness.Damian entered. He moved with a coiled focus, the violence of the warehouse stripped away, leaving only the cold certainty of the predator.He found Ava awake.She sat in the center of the vast bed, a dark silk sheet pulled up to her chin like a shield. Her eyes, wide and haunted but eerily lucid, were fixed on him.Her stillness gave him pause. This was not the defiant fighter or the broken doll. This was a survivor, trying to assemble the shattered pieces of her reality.He approached the bed, stopping a few feet away.“You’re awake.” His voice was a low statement of fact.Ava’s own voice was hoarse, thin but clinical. Her doctor’s mind was trying to diagnose the assault.“The air in Dmitri's car… it was synthetic. An airborne sedative.” She met his eyes, the accusation clear.

Damian was testing her, wanting to know the depth of her new, cold resolve.Ava didn’t flinch. Her voice was steel.“Everything that took my father from me. Everyone who stands with Cromwell.” Her green eyes locked with his. “I want to be the weapon you point at your enemies, but I want to understand how the trigger works.”“What do you want to learn?” he asked, his interest piqued. “Poisons? Seduction?”She shook her head, a flicker of her old self emerging. “I already know how bodies break from the inside. I need to learn how to be the one who breaks them from the out. Hand-to-hand combat. How to use a firearm without my hands shaking.”She looked down at her own slender arms. “My yoga kept me fit. It won’t keep me alive.”He nodded, a profound satisfaction settling over his features. She was not just accepting his world; she was demanding a place in it.“Mikhail will handle your physical conditioning and close-quarters training. He is relentless. He will not be gentle.” He paused,

Time: Wednesday, December 4 – Friday, December 6, 2024 Location: The Pantheon Penthouse, "The Sanctum" (Private Training Room)The air in the Sanctum was cold. It smelled of clean rubber mats and the faint, metallic tang of oiled steel.Ava stood in the center of the room, a black tank top and leggings her only armor. She faced Mikhail. He was a statue carved from shadow and lethal potential.Near the wall of antique blades, Damian watched, his arms crossed over his chest. His presence was a silent, heavy pressure."Watch," Mikhail said. His voice was flat, devoid of emotion.He moved.It wasn't a demonstration. It was a disappearance.He flowed around an imaginary opponent, one hand blurring to seize a wrist, the other striking a nerve cluster at the neck.The motion was over in less than a second. It was fluid, beautiful, and utterly inhuman."Your turn," Mikhail instructed. His tone held no encouragement, only the expectation of obedience.Ava tried to mimic the first part of the m