บททั้งหมดของ BOUND TO THE BLOOD KING: บทที่ 41 - บทที่ 50

The night split open with gunfire. Bullets ricocheted off steel beams, the air thick with cordite and blood. The false Romano vault sat in the center of the warehouse, a hulking steel container wrapped in chains, gleaming like bait under the hanging lights.Raffaele’s men stormed in first hundreds, armed to the teeth, eyes feral with greed. And waiting in the rafters, in the shadows, the Romano soldiers rose like wraiths.“Now!” Bianca’s voice cut through the roar, sharp as a blade.The trap snapped shut. Automatic rifles opened from the catwalks. Grenades thundered across the floor. Screams tore the air as Raffaele’s first wave was ripped apart in seconds.Bianca didn’t stay behind Matteo’s line, she moved forward. Dressed in black, gun strapped to her thigh, she fought like fury made flesh. She dropped into cover behind a broken forklift, raised her Glock, and put two shots clean through the skull of a lieutenant charging toward her. Another came swinging a machete; she met him with

Bianca didn’t sleep. The letter burned in her mind long after Alessio fled. The Bureau. A traitor inside.Dawn hadn’t yet touched the horizon when her burner phone vibrated on the nightstand. She hadn’t given the number to anyone but Luca for emergencies. The screen glowed with a name she hadn’t expected to see again.Serena.Her pulse spiked. Matteo’s rival. The woman with ambition colder than steel and lips sharp as razors. Serena had always been dangerous, but for her to reach out now directly to Bianca meant something tectonic had shifted beneath their war.With steady hands, Bianca answered.“Bianca Romano.” Serena’s voice coiled like smoke, velvet layered over venom. “I was starting to think you’d forgotten who you were before Matteo caged you.”Bianca’s jaw tightened. “What do you want?”“To give you a choice.” A pause, deliberate, poisonous. “You’re smart enough to know the Bureau’s closing in. Smart enough to know Matteo is dragging you down with him. Hand him to me, and you

The morning light cut through the Romano estate in thin, golden blades, painting Matteo’s office with sharp shadows. Bianca entered, wary, already sensing this would not be one of their ordinary clashes.He sat behind the mahogany desk, posture carved from steel, a single sheet of parchment laid before him. No greeting. No softening. Only the silent promise of something binding.“Sit,” he commanded, voice low, unreadable.Bianca stayed standing. “If you brought me here to issue another order, spare yourself the theatrics.”A flicker of amusement crossed Matteo’s face, gone as quickly as it came. He slid the document across the desk with two fingers. “Not an order. A contract.”Her eyes flicked to the page. Bold lettering etched at the top in Italian script: Engagement Accord.Her stomach coiled.He leaned back, watching her read. “It secures your protection. Wealth. A seat at my table. No one touches what’s mine, Bianca. No one dares.”She forced herself to keep her voice steady, thou

The blackout left the Romano estate draped in silence, save for the echo of shouts outside and the dying rumble of engines. The emergency generators kicked in moments later, flooding the halls with low amber light. The shadows stretched long, twisting across the marble, reminding Bianca that darkness always found a way back.She stood still, her pulse hammering, when Matteo’s voice cut through the room.“Stay with me.”His tone was not a request. It was command, edged with some rare urgency, not control.Bianca’s lips parted, but before she could respond, Matteo’s hand closed around hers. For the first time, she didn’t pull away. His grip was iron, his presence unshakable, and yet beneath it she felt something tremble a flicker of fear he would never admit aloud.The blackout was more than power loss. It was a message. An assault. A reminder that the past had sharp teeth.Later that night, when the estate was secure again, Bianca found Matteo on the balcony outside his study. The city

The room was still thick with the scent of blood when Carmela stepped forward, her heels clicking against the marble as though she hadn’t just gutted one of Matteo’s men in the hall. The blade in her hand glistened, catching the light.Matteo didn’t move. He stood between Carmela and Bianca, his pistol raised, the muscles in his arm taut with the promise of violence.“Carmela.” His voice was steel wrapped in velvet. “I should have buried you months ago.”Her smile curved, cruel, deliberate. “And yet, here I am. Standing. Breathing. While your empire rots from the inside.”Bianca is weak but awake, pushing herself upright in the bed. Her pulse hammered. She had seen Carmela’s cruelty before, but never like this, never with Matteo standing inches from pulling the trigger.“Why are you here?” Bianca demanded, her voice rough, trembling, but steady enough to carry across the room.Carmela’s eyes flicked toward her, sharp with contempt. “You really don’t see it, do you? You’ve been nothing