Todos los capítulos de DARK BOND : Capítulo 41 - Capítulo 50

Antonio sat in the chair shaking. Blood dripped from his face onto the hospital floor. His hands wouldn't stop moving. Twisting. Clenching. Kyrian watched him. Then looked at Lorenzo. Lorenzo was already on his phone. Speaking low in Italian. His voice hard. Commands. He hung up. Looked at Antonio. "Tell me everything," Lorenzo said. "From the beginning." Antonio wiped his face. "I was closing up the warehouse. Late shift. Around ten last night. My daughter Maria was supposed to be home with my wife." He stopped. Swallowed hard. "Go on," Lorenzo said. "I got a call. Unknown number. Man's voice. Said they had Maria. Said if I called the police, she dies. If I tell anyone, she dies. If I don't bring fifty thousand euros to the old church on Via Roma by tomorrow night, she dies." "Did they say why?" Kyrian asked. Antonio looked at him. Confused. Like he'd forgotten Kyrian was there. "They said I owe money. From a gambling debt three years ago." Antonio's voice c

Scarface dragged Kyrian down the hallway. His grip was too tight. Bruising Kyrian's arm. Kyrian could barely walk. His legs kept giving out More gunfire. The sound bounced off the walls. Getting closer. "Move!" Scarface yanked hard. Kyrian stumbled. His shoulder hurt so bad he wanted to cry. They turned a corner. Windows up high. Broken. Glass everywhere on the floor. Kyrian looked up through the windows. Saw lights outside. Cars. Lots of them. His heart jumped. Lorenzo. It had to be. "Stop dragging your feet," Scarface growled. He shoved Kyrian forward. Kyrian fell. His hands hit glass. Sharp pain. Blood. "Get up! Kyrian tried. Couldn't. His head was spinning too much.Everything hurt. Scarface grabbed his hair. Pulled him up by it. Kyrian cried out. He didn't mean to but it hurt so bad. "Shut your mouth!" Scarface put the gun against Kyrian's head. Cold. Heavy. "One more sound and I shoot you." An explosion. The whole building shook. Dust fell from the ceiling. Kyria co

The morning started the way mornings did in the Moretti estate. Loud. Kyrian heard it before he even opened his eyes. Voices downstairs. The distant sound of a car pulling through the gates. The low rumble of men talking in Italian. This house never fully slept. That was something Kyrian had learned in the past three weeks. Even at three in the morning there was always someone awake. Always a light on somewhere. Always movement. It was a Mafia house. It breathed differently than normal houses. Had a different pulse. Kyrian had stopped being unsettled by it. He got up. Showered. Pulled on black sweatpants and a white shirt. Didn't bother with anything else. When he came downstairs, there were three men he didn't recognize standing in the foyer. Big. Armed. Talking to Marco in low voices. They stopped when they saw Kyrian. Looked at him the way Lorenzo's men always looked at him. Like they were assessing. Deciding where he fit in the hierarchy of things that needed protecti

The first day of shooting lasted 11 hours. Kyrian stood under hot lights until his skin felt like it was burning. Changed outfits seven times. Held poses until his muscles cramped. Viktor was everywhere. Directing. Adjusting. Demanding more. "No. The eyes. Give me something. Emotion. Yes. Like that. Hold it The camera never stopped. By the time they wrapped, Kyrian's body ached everywhere. His face hurt from holding expressions for so long.. But he felt good. Alive in a way he hadn't felt in months. This was his. His world. His skill. Not Lorenzo's omega. Not the kidnapped victim. Just Kyrian Volkov. Model. Thomas drove him back to the hotel. The security team silent in their cars. Kyrian went straight to his room. Stripped off his clothes. Got in the shower. The hot water felt incredible. He stood there until the water started going cold. When he got out, he wrapped himself in the hotel robe. Sat on the edge of the bed. His phone showed six missed calls. All from Lorenzo.

Kyrian woke up in Paris and felt Lorenzo was upset. Kyrian could feel it even across the distance.He got up. Showered. Tried to pretend everything was normal.Thomas knocked on his door at eight. "Mr. Volkov. What's the plan for today?""I don't know. Walk around. See the city.""I'l arrange the car.""No car. I want to walk."Thomas looked uncomfortable. "Don Moretti specifically said—"I know what he said. But I'm walking. You can follow me if you want. But I'm not sitting in a car all day."Thomas sighed. "Understood.Luca and I will accompany you."Kyrian walked Paris for hours. The Louvre. Notre Dame. Random streets with no destination.Thomas and Luca followed ten feet behind. Silent. Professional. Suffocating.Kyrian's phone rang constantly.Isabella. Asking how he was. If he was eating properly..Matteo. Complaining that Lorenzo was unbearable without him.His mother. Wanting to know when he was coming home.Lorenzo didn't call until evening.Kyrian answered on the third rin