All Chapters of Sold to the Mafia king : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

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Chapter 71: Blood does not bend

Carlino’s POV“Turn the cars around,” The order left my mouth before Neil could finish reading the coordinates again.The convoy slowed.“Don?” Neil asked carefully.“We’re not going to the docks.”A ripple of confusion passed through the men over comms. Engines idled. Waiting.“It’s a trap,” I said.Neil glanced at me. “It’s always a trap.”“Not like this.”“The eastern docks were mine. Every plank. Every warehouse. Every guard rotation. If Kailen wanted a battlefield, he would choose neutral ground. Not my childhood.”“He wants you to be emotional,” Neil said quietly.“Yes.”“And?”“And I don’t oblige enemies.”I leaned back slightly, jaw tight. The carving. The mark. Too clean. Too deliberate. Kailen had baited me with Lina. Now he was baiting me with Malder. Two pressure points. Same night. Too theatrical.“Call the harbor security,” I ordered. “Discreet sweep. Drones only. No visible presence.”“And us?” Neil asked.“We go home.”His brows shifted slightly. “Home?”“Yes.”The co

Chapter 72: The weight of shadows

Lina’s POV Darkness wasn’t just darkness.It had weight. It pressed against me like something alive, something that knew I was weak and chose that exact moment to settle heavier on my chest, on my skull, on my lungs. My eyelids felt glued shut, thick and uncooperative, and somewhere deep inside my head a dull, pulsing ache throbbed in slow, merciless waves. Each pulse spread outward, thick and heavy, like poison crawling through my veins.Sedative.The realization came slowly, like surfacing from deep water. My thoughts were sluggish, delayed, but they were still there. Still mine.My fingers twitched. Pain answered instantly. Cold plastic bit into my wrists, sharp and unforgiving, cutting into the skin with mechanical indifference.Zip ties.Not rope. Not cuffs.Zip ties were worse in their own way. Cleaner. More efficient. No hesitation, no room for error. Whoever had secured me knew exactly what they were doing. I didn’t open my eyes.Not yet.Panic clawed at the edges of my ches

Chapter 73: The birth of leverage

Lina’s POV The silence after the door slammed wasn’t quiet. It wasn’t peaceful. It wasn’t relief. It was a countdown. The sound of metal colliding with metal echoed through the room and settled into the concrete, into my bones, into the fragile space between one heartbeat and the next. It lingered there, heavy and patient, like it knew something I didn’t. Like it was waiting.I stared at the door long after it stopped vibrating.The gray paint peeled in thin curls, like dead skin shedding from something that had once been alive and was now nothing more than a shell. Rust bled through the edges, orange and ugly, a slow infection no one had bothered to treat.My wrists throbbed behind my back, the zip ties biting deep into the flesh. Every pulse of blood made the plastic tighten, cutting a little further, reminding me that I wasn’t in control. That I was restrained. Owned.But the pain was good. Pain was clarity. Pain meant I was still here. It anchored me, tethered me to the present,

Chapter 74: It tightens

Lina’s POV The zip tie snapped. The sound was small. Fragile. But it was the loudest thing I had ever heard. My hands flew apart, nerves screaming as blood rushed back into my fingers. Pins and needles stabbed through my skin like punishment for daring to be free. I sucked in a breath, forcing myself not to make a sound. Freedom wasn’t safe yet. Freedom was only the beginning. I rubbed my wrists quickly, wiping blood against my dress. The shard of metal fell from my fingers, clinking softly against the concrete. I froze. Voices outside. Laughter. A lighter flicking. They hadn’t heard it. Good. I slid off the chair slowly, my knees buckling as they hit the floor. Pain shot up my legs, sharp and immediate. I clenched my jaw and stayed down, listening. No footsteps. No alarms. I pushed myself upright. The room tilted slightly. The sedative still clung to my bloodstream, dulling my balance, but I forced my body to cooperate. Weakness was a luxury I couldn’t afford. My eyes s

Chapter 75: The next move was me

Lina’s POVThe truck stopped with a violent jolt. My shoulder slammed into the metal wall behind me, pain flashing down my spine. The engine idled for a few seconds, rumbling beneath my feet like a living thing reluctant to die. Then it shut off.Silence followed.Not real silence. The kind filled with distant water, creaking wood, and the hollow echo of a place abandoned long ago.The doors opened. Cold air rushed inside.“Out,” Kailen said.The Masked Man didn’t speak. He didn’t need to. His hand closed around my arm, firm enough to bruise, and pulled me down from the truck. My legs nearly failed me when my feet hit the ground. Weakness surged upward, sudden and vicious.I hid it.I forced my spine straight. Forced my feet to move.The warehouse stood ahead of us, massive and dark, its broken windows reflecting nothing. This wasn’t the dock. I knew that immediately.This was somewhere else.

Chapter 76: Threads of revenge

Lina’s POV The air in the warehouse had shifted. It wasn’t just stale anymore; it pressed against my lungs, thick and charged, like the moment right before a storm cracks open the sky. Each breath felt borrowed, every inhale a reminder that danger wasn’t distant—it was here, coiled and patient, like a snake waiting for the first twitch of movement.Kailen lingered in the doorway, a living silhouette framed by the dim, harsh light slicing through the dusty windows. The jagged energy radiating from him wasn’t calm or controlled—it was raw and messy, unrefined grief and anger twisting together. He was no longer the composed puppet master, the man who orchestrated deaths and strategies like a conductor with a symphony of chaos. No. He was a man watching the threads of his meticulously woven revenge unravel in his hands.His life’s work, that was seemingly built on blood and patience, was slipping, and it terrified him. The Masked Man—Mal, as Kailen

Chapter 77: The queen who was placed

Lina’s POV The warehouse floor was a battlefield, littered with splintered wood, shattered crates, and the remnants of fragile egos. My breaths came unevenly, caught between fear, disbelief, and the effort of keeping my voice from quivering as I watched the man known only as Malder loom over Kailen.The cracked plastic mask he usually wore had been discarded somewhere among the wreckage, revealing a face both human and terrifyingly raw. The man beneath it wasn’t just intimidating; he was a map of old scars etched into pale flesh, and new ones forming with each expression of fury. His jaw clenched, veins pulsing in his neck, and the hate radiating from him wasn’t theatrical—it was elemental. It vibrated in the air like a drumbeat I could feel in my chest.It wasn’t simply the cold calculation of a strategist. No, this was deeper, older. Malder’s anger was layered with something primal, a relentless, rhythmic pulse of hatred and envy tha

Chapter 78: A kingdom built to cage me

Lina’s POV The transport van didn’t just carry me; it sealed me away from everything I used to be.Every bump in the road rattled through my bones, sharp and unforgiving, each jolt reminding me that there was no going back. It felt less like movement and more like burial, like each passing second was another layer of dirt being shoveled over the life I used to recognize. The metal beneath me was cold, unwelcoming. It didn’t care that I was shaking. It didn’t care that my hands wouldn’t stop trembling no matter how tightly I curled them into fists.Across from me, Damien sat motionless.Beside him, Malder’s men were nothing more than shapes carved out of shadow, their faces obscured, their silence suffocating. No one spoke. No one shifted. Even their breathing felt controlled, deliberate, like they had learned how to exist without taking up space.But the silence wasn’t empty.It was loud.It screamed the truth I had spe

Chapter 79: The cruelty of false mercy

Lina’s POV The sun was warm on my skin.I was home.Everything smelled familiar. Coffee. Fabric softener. Him.“Lina,” His voice cut through. “You're awake.”I turned.He was there.And for a moment, everything inside me broke with relief.“Ruciano? Where have you been?” I ran to him, my hands finding the familiar warmth of his chest. “They said… tell me it's a lie. There were warehouses, and a man in a mask, and Carlino… they—”He chuckled, pulling me close, his hands sliding down my back. “It’s true. But I've come to take you with me, baby. I won't let anything happen to you anymore. I’m right here. No one is going to take you. I’d never let them do that again.”“You're sure?” I started sobbing. Tears rolling down my eyes.“Of course, baby. Forgive me for my impulsive actions.” He pleaded. I saw the sincerity in his eyes. He was remorseful.I didn't reply him.We m

Chapter 80: The silence after the last heartbeat

Lina’s POV I sat there for a long time.I didn’t know how long. Seconds. Minutes. Maybe longer. Time had lost its shape, dissolving into something soft and meaningless.The stain beneath me spread slowly across the pale silk sheets, dark and undeniable.My hands rested uselessly at my sides.I was afraid to touch myself.Afraid to confirm it.Afraid to accept it.But the dull, twisting ache low in my abdomen told me everything I needed to know.It wasn’t sharp. It wasn’t dramatic. It was worse.It was final.My throat tightened, but no sound came out. Not yet.The room remained quiet. Untouched. Indifferent.Of course it did.Nothing here cared.I swallowed hard, forcing my body to move.My legs trembled when I stood. Weak. Unsteady. Like they no longer trusted the ground beneath them. The cold air kissed my damp skin as I peeled the ruined

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