All Chapters of CLAIMED IN THE DARK : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Eli forced himself through the panic, his body shaking in the pitch black of the server room. The darkness pressed against him like a living thing, the kind that had haunted him since he was nine. The closet. The fire. The endless night that had made him scream until his voice gave out. His heart slammed against his ribs so hard he could feel it in his throat. His hands trembled as he gripped the pistol he had taken from the limo earlier. The platinum collar around his neck felt like a chain, heavy and cold. The silver ring on his finger pressed against his knuckle, a reminder of the life he had chosen with Cove.He forced his eyes to open. The emergency lights outside the server room door cast a faint red glow through the small window, but that was not enough. He needed more. He needed to see. His fingers moved on the laptop, the glow from the server monitors spilling into the room. He aimed the pistol carefully, the red dot from the laser sight dancing on the wall where the first sh

The door to the interrogation room clicked shut behind the guard, leaving just the soft hum of the city far below and the low glow from a single lamp on the table. Eli sat slumped on the couch nearby, still too shaky to stand on his own, his legs curled under him like they didn’t want to listen. His hands gripped the edge of the cushion, knuckles white. Cove paced slow circles in front of the table, arms crossed tight over his chest, eyes locked on the man tied to the chair across from him.The assassin—face still bruised, one leg bandaged from the graze—lifted his chin and gave a weak laugh. “Well, well. The big bad Voss king himself. And the little hacker playing guard dog.”Cove stopped pacing. “You’re the last one who touched Eli in the server room. Name.”The man spat on the floor, the red hitting the tiles. “Doesn’t matter who I am. You’re dead. All of you. Matteo’s men don’t miss.”Eli’s voice came out rough from the couch, low but steady. “You grabbed me. You pinned me down. T

The Argument and the SurpriseI shut the laptop lid after reading the message from the old contacts, and the words still sat heavy in my stomach. Nikolai Volkov. The Bratva leader. Matteo had joined up with him. That changed the game completely. The whole city felt like it was closing in at the same time.Cove stood right there in the server room, arms crossed tight, staring at the closed laptop like it had personally hurt him. “Bratva. They’re all in now. Nikolai’s with Matteo. We can’t go in blind.”Lena leaned against the wall, still holding her half-empty coffee cup, eyes sharp. “I know. But we got the warning. That’s something. Ruiz and the team are already moving the vehicles out front. Ten minutes. We can’t sit here debating while Matteo’s making his move.”I tried to stand up, my legs still a little wobbly from the night before, but I did it anyway. “We have to. He’s setting a trap at the auction hall. We need to know exactly where he is before we roll out. My laptop can find

Chaos in the Auction Hall The shout from Matteo still rang in my ears, mixed with the sound of bullets cracking through the hall. You think you can hide from me forever? The Bratva already has your brother’s codes! I shook my head, trying to push it out, and kept hacking on the laptop. The old contacts were still open, feeding me camera feeds. “They’re turning on the assassins now,” I yelled to Cove. “Just watch!” Cove stood right behind me, back pressed to mine, his gun up and ready. “Keep it coming. Don’t stop.” Lena moved to our left, covering the side table. “I’m good here. Keep talking, Eli. Tell me what you see.” I clicked faster. The screens on the wall lit up with the guards’ own cameras. The assassins on the other side suddenly turned their guns on each other. “Got them! They’re shooting the wrong peopl

The Threat from the Bratva The words from Nikolai hit me like a slap in the face. Your brother’s blood is still useful. Hand over the hacker or Marco dies. I read them again on the laptop screen, my fingers still typing from the fight. The room felt smaller, the city lights outside looking colder than before. Lena sat up on the medical bed, her shoulder wrapped tight, face pale but eyes sharp. Cove stood beside the bed, one hand on my shoulder, the other clenched into a fist. “They have Marco. Nikolai’s got him. We can’t ignore this.” I stared at the message, my chest tight. Marco. My brother. The one I thought was gone, the one I killed years ago. If Nikolai had him, it meant everything was about to blow up again. “We have to do something. He’s holding Marco. We can’t just sit here while he threatens us.” Lena pushed herself higher on the pillows