Bound to the Syndicate Boss のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 51 - チャプター 60

Lumiere's POV I pushed open the heavy oak door to the corner office, the rusty iron hinges letting out a faint, mournful groan that died instantly in the quiet room.No lights were burning inside. The only illumination came from the storm outside—pale, watery moonlight filtering through the high arching windows, casting long, fractured shadows across the polished hardwood floor. The scent of ozone, rain, and old paper hung thick in the air.Mikael sat behind his desk in total blackness, motionless as a statue carved from granite.He didn't look up when I stepped across the threshold. He didn't reach for his gun, nor did he adjust his posture. His dark coat was still damp from the downpour at the border bridge, the rain dripping silently from his sleeves onto his knees. In his right hand, loosely resting on the dark leather blotter, he held a small, faded photograph in a tarnished silver frame—a picture taken twenty years ago of a young, wide-eyed Mikael standing beside a proud, smili

Lumiere's POV "Hold your breath!" I yelled, my voice ringing out in the pitch-black vault as the automated lockdown sirens began to wail.Mikael didn't waste a second. In total darkness, his heavy hand clamped around my wrist, pulling me toward the side maintenance hatch. He slammed his shoulder against the manual emergency release bar with a violent grunt. The iron latch gave way with a sharp, metallic crack, and we tumbled through the narrow chute into the service corridor just as a heavy blast door slammed shut behind us, sealing Otso’s body inside the sealed vault.We dragged ourselves up the service stairs, gasping for air, the cold, stale air of the upper halls rushing back into our lungs.Talvikki met us at the top of the stairwell, her tactical vest soaked in rainwater and oil. "I managed to manually override the bio-hazard protocol from the secondary junction box, but we're out of time, boss. The Corsican fleet just crossed the perimeter waters."Mikael didn't hesitate. "Ini

Lumiere's POVA heavy metallic thud echoed down the narrow concrete hall as Mikael slammed the reinforced door shut, dropping the solid iron bar into place with a sound like a gun closing.The backup emergency lights flickered on, painting the stone walls in a dull, sickly orange. Down on the floor of the archive anteroom, Jalo lay unconscious, his wrist pinned in a heavy zip-tie, his leather briefcase kicked into the far corner where Talvikki was already tearing open the lining to extract the stolen data drive.Mikael didn't waste a second looking down. He grabbed my elbow, his grip tight and warm against my freezing skin, and dragged me up the narrow spiral staircase toward the main armory."We have twenty minutes before the perimeter grid completely fails," Mikael said, his breath coming in short, harsh bursts as we reached the heavy steel double doors of the tactical prep room.The room smelled of gun oil, cold steel, and damp wool. Across the central island table, rows of black t

Lumiere's POVThe harsh white glare of Hannu's flashlight pinned us to the bottom step, blinding me so completely that the dark shapes of the gallery blurred into jagged black smears."Lower the weapon, Hannu," Mikael said. His voice didn't shake. It dropped into a quiet, deadly register that vibrated straight through the palm he had pressed flat against my back. He didn't step away from me. If anything, he shifted half an inch to his left, using his broad shoulders to cover my head and chest from the top of the stairs."I didn't survive ten years in hiding to take orders from a Koskivirta," Hannu rasped. The snow melting off his heavy wool cloak dripped steadily onto the dark mahogany floor, tap, tap, tap, like a leaking pipe in an empty house. "Your father stole her family's name, Mikael. He locked her in this fortress to keep her silent, just like you're doing now.""He didn't lock me away!" I yelled into the glare, my voice raw and cracking. My fingers tightened around the custom

Lumiere's POVMy father’s voice was still rasped out through the tinny speaker of the tape deck—a horrifying, impossible truth—when the bedroom door exploded inward.Splintered oak and metal fragments showered the Persian rug. The heavy mahogany chair we had wedged against the frame split in two, thrown across the room like matchsticks."Lumiere, down!" Mikael roared, his hand reaching out, his large fingers snagging the collar of my cardigan to haul me violently behind his broad frame.He didn't hesitate. His rifle came up, the barrel flashing in short, lethal pops that drove the first two men backward into the dark hallway. Blood splattered across the white doorframe, but more figures surged through the gap, their heavy tactical boots stomping over the fallen.Before I could raise my father’s pistol, a dull, metallic cylinder bounced across the floorboards, rolling to a stop right between my boots.A sharp pop echoed through the room, followed instantly by a thick, blinding cloud o