All Chapters of Bought By The Irish Mafia Boss: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

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Chapter 71 - Elena

ElenaDarkness comes back in pieces. Not all at once. Slow. Heavy. Like I’m being dragged up from somewhere deep, and I don’t quite want to reach the surface.My head throbs. My body feels wrong. Too heavy. Too slow. For a second, I don’t move. I just breathe. In and out, in and out, in…. Something is off. Cold. Hard beneath me. Not my bed. Not the penthouse. Not safe.My eyes snap open. Dark ceiling. Unfamiliar. Wrong. Everything comes back at once. The restaurant. The explosion. The chaos. Cillian…My breath catches sharply. I try to sit up, and pain shoots through my arms. I freeze. Look down. My wrists are bound. Tight. Rough material digging into my skin. My heart starts racing. Fast. Too fast. No. No no no…I pull against the restraints instinctively. The rope bites deeper. My breath turns uneven. Panic claws its way up my chest, sharp and immediate, threatening to take over everything. This is real. Thi

Chapter 72 - Elena

Elena The door opens. I hear it before I see it. Metal scraping softly. A click. The kind of sound that shouldn’t feel loud, but does. My entire body locks instinctively, every nerve going sharp and alert, even while I force myself to stay still.Slow. Weak. Out of it. That’s what they need to see. I let my head loll slightly to the side, my eyes half-lidded, unfocused. My breathing stays shallow, uneven, just enough to sell it. My wrists remain where they are, loose against the rope, like I gave up fighting.Footsteps. Heavy. Confident. Not rushed. More than one. I count them without looking. One. Two. Maybe three. The air shifts as they step inside, bringing in colder air with them. Different scent too, cigarettes, cheap cologne, something metallic. Blood, maybe. Or just the place.“Still out?” a voice mutters.Italian accent. My stomach tightens, but I don’t react. No

Chapter 73 - Cillian

Cillian The city smells like smoke.It sticks to my skin. My clothes. My lungs. Every breath I take tastes like ash and blood and something unfinished.Good. Let it burn. I don’t remember leaving the restaurant. One second I was there, dragging men by their collars, smashing faces into tables, demanding answers they didn’t have, and the next I’m in the back of the car, my hands still covered in blood that isn’t mine.Or maybe it is. Doesn’t matter. None of it matters except one thing. Elena. The name sits in my chest like a loaded weapon. Ronan is in the front seat. Quiet for once. His usual bullshit gone. His arm is wrapped, blood seeping through the bandage, but he hasn’t said a word about it.Liam is beside him. Still. Watching everything. Calculating. Declan’s voice echoes in my head from earlier. This wasn’t random. I know. I felt it the second the

Chapter 74 - Elena

Elena They don’t rush. That’s the first thing I notice. No panic. No urgency. Just movement, slow, deliberate, like they’ve done this before and they’re not worried about time.That tells me two things. One, this isn’t their first job, and two, they think they’re still in control. Good.I let my weight hang heavier against the man holding my arm as they haul me to my feet. My legs tremble, partly real, partly not. The drug hasn’t fully left my system, but I’m pushing through it now, forcing my body to cooperate. Not too much. Just enough.“Careful,” the one holding me mutters, tightening his grip. “Don’t want her collapsing on us.”I let my head dip forward like it’s too heavy to hold up. My hair falls around my face, giving me cover. My eyes flick up through the strands, mapping everything. Door. Hallway. Two more me

Chapter 75 - Elena

Elena They don’t give me time to think. Hands grip my arms again, tighter this time, less patient. Whatever conversation just happened in that room, it changed something. I feel it in the way they move. Sharper. Faster. Like they don’t want to linger here anymore.Good. That means pressure. That means cracks.“Up,” one of them snaps, yanking me to my feet.My legs almost fold under me. This time it’s not entirely an act. The drug still lingers, my body slow to respond, muscles heavy and uncooperative. Pain shoots up from my wrists where the rope digs deeper as they pull me forward.I let myself stumble. Not fully. Just enough.“Christ,” the man mutters, tightening his hold when I sway. “She’s useless like this.”“She’ll walk,” another one replies. “Or we drag her. I don’t care.”I lowe

Chapter 76 - Cillian

Cillian He’s already bleeding when they bring him in. Not enough. Not nearly enough. They drag him across the concrete floor like he weighs nothing, his boots leaving a streak behind him. His face is bruised, one eye is swelling, lip is split open. Hands tied behind his back. Head hanging forward like he’s already halfway gone.He’s not. I can tell. Men like him don’t break that fast. “Found him at the Brooklyn spot,” Ronan says, wiping blood from his knuckles like it’s nothing. “Tried to run. Didn’t get far.”Of course he didn’t. No one runs from us. Not tonight. I don’t answer. I just watch as they shoved him down onto the chair in the center of the room. The metal legs scrape loudly against the floor, echoing through the space.The interrogation room isn’t dressed up. No need. Concrete walls. One light overhead. A drain in the

Chapter 77 - Elena

Elena The van doesn’t stop for a long time. Or maybe it does. Maybe it slows. Turns. Pauses. Starts again. I can’t tell anymore. Time slips in the dark. There are no windows. No light. Just the constant vibration under my knees and the chains digging into my wrists every time the van shifts. My shoulders ache from the position. My neck feels stiff, my head still throbbing where he hit me.I count at first. Seconds. Minutes. I lose track somewhere along the way. So I switch. Breaths. In. Out. In. Out. Stay here. Stay present. Don’t drift. Don’t let the dark pull you under. The van jerks again, sharper this time, and then slows and stops.My body tenses immediately. This is it. The engine cuts. Silence drops heavy. Voices outside. Doors opening. Boots on gravel this time, not concrete. New place. New environment. My pulse spikes, but I force it down. In. Out.The back doors swing open

Chapter 78 - Cillian

Cillian Marco is still breathing. Barely. That’s the only reason I haven’t walked out of this room yet.The air smells like iron and sweat, thick enough to taste. His head hangs forward, chin slick with blood, shoulders shaking with every shallow breath he manages to pull in. One eye swollen shut. The other is barely open. Not enough. Not even close.I stand in front of him, hands flexing slowly at my sides, feeling the restraint coil tighter and tighter inside my chest. Every second he stays quiet, she’s still there. Wherever the hell they took her. My jaw tightens. “Again.”One word. That’s all it takes. Liam moves immediately, stepping in behind the chair. No hesitation. No emotion. Just efficiency. Marco’s body tenses before Liam even touches him. Good.Fear is finally doing its job. “Wait…” Marco chokes, his voice breaking.Liam

Chapter 79 - Elena

Elena POVI wake up choking on pain. Not from sleep. I don’t think I was sleeping. I don’t think my body knows how to sleep in here. It just shuts down in small pieces, then drags me back up when the pain gets too loud.My arms are still chained above me. That’s the first thing I understand. Then the rest comes back. Cold wall against my back. Concrete under my knees. Metal biting into my wrists. Shoulders are burning like someone has poured fire into the joints and left it there. My head hangs forward, hair sticking to my damp face, my own breath scraping out of me too shallow, too fast.Every part of me hurts. My ribs pulse with each inhale, deep and sharp. My cheek feels swollen. My lip is split. My throat is dry from breathing through panic, and I keep refusing to call it panic. I try to shift my weight, just a little, and pain shoots down both arms so suddenly that a broken sound slips out of me before I can swallow it.The sound ec

Chapter 80 - Cillian

Cillian Marco is still alive. That is the only thing keeping me in this room. Barely alive, but alive. His head hangs forward, chin slick with blood, shoulders trembling with every breath his body fights to take. The chair beneath him creaks every time he twitches. His hands are tied behind his back, wrists raw, expensive shirt torn and soaked dark in places.He doesn’t look like a Bellini prince now. He looks like a man. Breakable. Bleeding. Useful. I stand in front of him, sleeves rolled up, my own hands stained red. Some of it is his. Some of it belongs to the men from the Brooklyn meeting spot. I don’t know anymore. I don’t care.All I know is Elena is still out there. Still in a room. Still being touched by men who should already be dead. My jaw locks so hard pain shoots up the side of my face. Good. Let it hurt.Pain keeps me focused.Declan stands near the monitors we dragged

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