All Chapters of DARK BOND : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

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Chapter 40 : The Girl

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

Chapter 41 : Taken

Pain was the first thing.Sharp. Throbbing. Like his skull had been split open and someone was pouring acid inside. Kyrian tried to open his eyes. Everything was dark. Blurry. Moving. He was lying down. Bouncing. The smell of leather and cigarettes. Old coffee. Something metallic. Blood maybe. His blood. The back of his head was wet. Sticky. When he tried to move his hands, they wouldn't com forward. Something plastic cutting into his wrists behind his back. Zip ties. Oh god. Kyrian's brain was moving too slow. Like wading through mud. What happened? Where was he? Voices. Loud. Arguing. Italian. Fast Italian he couldn't follow. "—cazzo, you hit him too hard—" "—he moved! What was I supposed to—" "—boss said no permanent damage, stronzo—" The words blurred together. Kyrian tried to focus. Tried to remember. Hospital. Lorenzo in bed. His phone ringing. Stepping into the hallway.Then nothing. Just pain and darkness. Someone had hit him. From behind. He never saw them coming. T

Chapter 42: Found

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

Chapter 43 : The fight .

Kyrian stared at his phone.The messages from Calabrese. The photo of the hospital. His hands were shaking. Lorenzo was still asleep next to him. His hand warm in Kyrian's. Kyrian looked at the messages again. Read them over. Unknown: Your husband left you. Alone. Weak. Mistake. Unknown: I'm closer than you think. See you soon. His stomach twisted.Was Calabrese really at the hospital? Or was he just trying to scare them? Either way, they weren't safe here. Kyrian looked at Lorenzo. Still sleeping. His face peaceful for once. But pale. Too pale. He'd left his hospital bed to find Kyrian. Barely able to walk. Still healing from almost dying. And now Calabrese wa threatening to come back. They needed to leave. Both of them. Get somewhere safe. Kyrian reached over carefully. Shook Lorenzo's shoulder. Gentle. "Lorenzo. Wake up." Lorenzo's eyes opened slowly. Confused at first. Then focused on Kyrian. "What's wrong?" His voice was rough. "Look at this." Kyrian showed him t

Chapter 44 : The Space Between Us

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

Chapter 45 : Paris

Kyrian woke up at five in the morning. He didn't need to. His flight wasn't until ten. But sleep wasn't coming anyway. He'd been awake half the night. Staring at his phone. At that profile. Raphael. Those eyes that looked exactly like Lorezo's. He should tell him. He knew he should. But every time he thought about it, something stopped him. Fear maybe. Or the part of him that was just tired. Tired of drama. Tired of danger. Tired of everything being complicated. Paris was supposed to be simple. Work. Just work. He could deal with Raphael when he got back. Kyrian got out of bed. Showered. The water was hot. He stood under it for twenty minutes. Trying to wash away the anxiety sitting in his chest. When he got out, he heard voices downstairs. He got dressed. Black jeans. Black sweater. Simple. Comfortable for travel. His suitcase was already packed. He'd done it last night. Two weeks worth of clothes. His good . Headphones. The basics items. He grabbed his phone. Checked it on

Chapter 46 : Distance

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.

Chapter 47 : The TWIN

Kyrian couldn't move. Raphael stood three feet away. Same height as Lorenzo. Same build. Same dark hair.But the eyes. Those eyes were exactly the same. Dark with gold. Lorenzo's eyes. "You're lying," Kyrian said. His voice came out rough. Wrong. "Am I?" Raphael tilted his head. "Look at me. Really look." Kyrian did. He didn't want to but he couldn't help it. The bone structure. The jaw. The way he stood. All of it was Lorenzo. But sharper. Colder. Like looking at Lorenzo through broken glass. "Twins," Raphael said. "Born twenty-nine years ago. Lorenzo kept. I was taken. Given away. Stolen." Kyrian's hands were shaking. "Lorenzo doesn't have a brother. He would have told me. "Would he?" Raphael's smile was cold. "Lorenzo doesn't know I exist." "That's impossible." "Is it?" Raphael pulled out his phone. Showed Kyrian a photo. A woman. Beautiful. Long dark hair. Green eyes. Holding two babies. Identical. Both with dark hair and serious little faces. Lara Moretti. "That's his

Chapter 49: The Truth That Hurts

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

Chapter 50 : Breaking Point

Kyrian sat in his hotel room for two hours after Lorenzo walked away.Just sat there. On the bed. Staring at the wall. His phone kept buzzing. Raphael. Asking if he was okay. Asking about Lorenzo. Kyrian ignored it. At midnight he couldn't take it anymore. He grabbed his jacket and left. Thomas was in the hallway. Always there. "Mr. Moretti?" "I need air." "I'll accompany you." "Fine. Whatever." Kyrian walked. No destination. Just movement. Through Paris streets that were too quiet. Too cold. He ended up at the Seine. Stood on a bridge. Watched the water. His phone rang. Lorenzo. Kyrian answered. "Hello." "Where are you?" Lorenzo's voice was rough. Like he'd been crying. "At the river. Near Notre Dame." "Stay there. I'm coming." "Lorenzo you said you needed space—" "I changed my mind. Don't move." He hung up. Kyrian stayed on the bridge. Waiting. The wind was cold. Cut through his jacket. Fifteen minutes later he heard footsteps. Lorenzo appeared. No coat. Just his

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