All Chapters of Sold to the Mafia king : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

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Chapter 71: Blood does not bend

Carlino’s POV “Turn the cars around,” The order left my mouth before Niel could finish reading the coordinates again. The convoy slowed. “Don?” Niel asked carefully. “We’re not going to the docks.” A ripple of confusion passed through the men over the comms. Engines idled. Waiting. “It’s a trap,” I said. Niel glanced at me. “It’s always a trap.” “Not like this.” “The eastern docks were mine. Every plank. Every warehouse. Every guard rotation. If Kailen wanted a battlefield, he would choose neutral ground. Not my childhood.” “He wants you to be emotional,” Niel said quietly. “Yes.” “And?” “And I don’t oblige enemies.” I leaned back slightly, jaw tight. Eyes shut right. The carving. The mark. It was too clean. Too deliberate. Kailen had baited me with Lina. Now he was baiting me with Malder. Two pressure points. Same night. Too theatrical. “Call the harbor security,” I ordered. “Discreet sweep. Drones only. No visible presence.” “And us?” Niel asked. “We go home.” His b

Chapter 72: The weight of shadows

Lina’s POV Darkness wasn’t just darkness. It had weight. It pressed against me like something alive, something that knew I was weak and chose that exact moment to settle heavier on my chest, on my skull, on my lungs. My eyelids felt glued shut, thick and uncooperative, and somewhere deep inside my head a dull, pulsing ache throbbed in a slow, merciless waves. Each pulse spreaded outward, thick and heavy, like poison crawling through my veins. Sedative. The realization came slowly, like surfacing from deep water. My thoughts were sluggish, delayed, but they were still there. They were still mine. My eyes opened slowly. Everything was blurry. My fingers twitched. Pain answered instantly. Cold plastic bit into my wrists, sharp and unforgiving, cutting into the skin. It can only be one thing. Zip ties. Not rope. Not cuffs. Zip ties were worse in their own way. Cleaner. More efficient. No hesitation, no room for error. Whoever had secured me knew exactly what they were doing. I

Chapter 73: The birth of leverage

Lina’s POV Time stretched out long. Not in minutes, neither in seconds. It was in breaths. Each inhale scraped. Each exhale burned. The silence didn’t fade, it settled, pressing deeper into the room until it felt solid. Measurable. I counted the breath I drew in and blew out. I controlled it. I tried surviving it. But my wrists throbbed behind my back, the pain was sharper now. The zip ties had shifted from mere restraint to severe punishment, biting deeper with every slight movement I made. Blood warmed my skin where the plastic had cut in too far. Pain meant clarity. It meant that I was still here. Still fighting. It anchored me, kept me from slipping back into the dull haze the sedative had left behind. The drug still lingered at the edges, slowing, dragging—but it was fading. And I was awake. And awake meant dangerous. Think, Lina. Don’t just feel. Think. Using the vent might not be a better idea, it could get me killed. I felt the panic clawing up my chest, the idea of no

Chapter 74: It tightens

Lina’s POV I rubbed my wrists quickly, wiping blood against my dress. The shard of metal fell from my fingers, clinking softly against the concrete. I frozed. The voices outside. They hadn’t heard it, because no one has barged in. That's good for me. I pushed myself upright. The room tilted slightly. The sedative still clung to my bloodstream, dulling my balance, but I forced my body to cooperate. Weakness was a luxury I couldn’t afford. My eyes scanned the room. The door was still shut. Heavy. Locked from the outside. But the vent. I stepped toward it carefully. Each step was deliberate, silent. The vent sat low against the wall, rust eating through its edges. The screws were loose. Negligence. Or arrogance. I struggled to climb the metal crates, but even after getting this high, my hands couldn't reach, I had to raise my heels, my fingers started working immediately, twisting the first screw free. My fingers moved to the second screw when I heard footsteps. I froze there. T

Chapter 75: The next move was me

Lina's POV The truck stopped with a violent jolt. My shoulder slammed into the metal wall behind me, pain flashing down my spine. The engine idled for a few seconds, rumbling beneath my feet like a living thing reluctant to die. Then it shut off. Silence followed. Not real silence. The kind filled with distant water, creaking wood, and the hollow echo of a place abandoned long ago. The doors opened. Cold air rushed inside. "Out," Kailen said. The Masked Man didn't speak. He didn't need to. His hand closed around my arm, firm enough to bruise, and pulled me down from the truck. My legs nearly failed me when my feet hit the ground. Weakness surged upward, sudden and vicious. I felt the bile rising in my throat, I really wanted to get that remnant out of me, but I hid it. I forced my spine straight. Forced my feet to move. The warehouse stood ahead of us, massive and dark, its broken windows reflecting nothing. This place... This was somewhere else. Another location. Another trap.

Chapter 76: Threads of revenge

Lina’s POV The air inside the warehouse had changed. It wasn’t just stale anymore. It felt heavier somehow, thick enough to cling to my skin and crawl into my lungs with every breath. The kind of tension that comes right before lightning tears through the sky. Quiet. Waiting. Deadly. Every inhale felt stolen. Kailen stood near the doorway, his figure swallowed by the dim light bleeding through the cracked warehouse windows. Dust floated around him like smoke, but it was the look on his face that made my stomach twist. He looked unhinged. Not cold. Not calculated. Not like the composed man who always acted ten steps ahead of everyone else. This version of Kailen was angry in the ugliest way possible. Messy. Desperate. Years of hatred and grief were spilling out of him all at once, and for the first time since I’d met him, he looked like a man losing control instead of controlling everyone else. His revenge strings was falling apart right in front of him, and he could feel it. “

Chapter 77: The queen who was placed

Lina’s POV The warehouse looked like a war zone. Broken crates were scattered across the floor, splintered wood crunching beneath boots, dust hanging thick in the air like smoke after an explosion. The entire place smelled of blood, sweat, and rusted metal. And standing in the middle of it all was Malder. My breathing came unevenly as I stared at him looming over Kailen’s body. Without the mask, he looked even more dangerous. Not because he was monstrous. Because he was human. Painfully human. Scars cut across pale skin like old memories carved into flesh. Some faded. Some fresh. His jaw flexed tightly, veins visible beneath his neck, and the hatred radiating from him felt so intense it almost seemed alive. This wasn’t simple anger. It was an obsession. The kind that had lived inside someone for years, feeding on bitterness until it became the only thing keeping them alive. Malder didn’t just want Carlino dead. He wanted to destroy everything connected to him. His empire. His

Chapter 78: A kingdom built to cage me

Lina’s POV The transport van didn’t just carry me; it sealed me away from everything I used to be. Every bump in the road rattled through my bones, sharp and unforgiving, each jolt reminding me that there was no going back. It felt less like movement and more like burial, like each passing second was another layer of dirt being shoveled over the life I used to recognize. The metal beneath me was cold, unwelcoming. It didn’t care that I was shaking. It didn’t care that my hands wouldn’t stop trembling no matter how tightly I curled them into fists. Across from me, Damien sat motionless. Beside him, Malder’s men were nothing more than shapes carved out of shadow, their faces obscured, their silence suffocating. No one spoke. No one shifted. Even their breathing felt controlled, deliberate, like they had learned how to exist without taking up space. But the silence wasn’t empty. It was loud. It screamed the truth I had spent weeks trying to outrun—that nothing had been accidenta

Chapter 79: The cruelty of false mercy

Lina’s POV The sun was warm on my skin. I smelled that familiar scent of my home. I was home. Everything smelled familiar. Coffee. Fabric softener. Him. “Lina,” His voice cut through. “You're awake.” I turned towards his voice, as my eyes flew open. He was there. And for a moment, everything inside me broke with relief. “Ruciano? Where have you been?” I ran to him, my hands finding the familiar warmth of his chest. “They said… tell me it's a lie. There were warehouses, and a man in a mask, and Carlino… they—” He chuckled, pulling me close, his hands sliding down my back. “It’s true. But I already took you with me, baby. I won't let anyone harm you again. I won't let anything happen to you anymore. I’m right here. No one is going to take you. I’d never let them do that again.” “You're sure?” I started sobbing. Tears rolling down my eyes. As I withdrew from the hug. “Of course, baby. Forgive me for my impulsive actions.” He pleaded. I saw the sincerity in his eyes. He was remorse

Chapter 80: The silence after the last heartbeat

Lina’s POV I sat there for a long time. I didn’t know how long. Seconds. Minutes. Maybe longer. Time had lost its shape, dissolving into something soft and meaningless. The stain beneath me spread slowly across the pale silk sheets, dark and undeniable. My hands rested uselessly at my sides. I was afraid to touch myself. Afraid to confirm it. Afraid to accept it. But the dull, twisting ache low in my abdomen told me everything I needed to know. It wasn’t sharp. It wasn’t dramatic. It was worse. It was final. My throat tightened, but no sound came out. Not yet. The room remained quiet. Untouched. Indifferent. As expected, nothing here cared. I swallowed hard, forcing my body to move. My legs trembled when I stood. Weak. Unsteady. Like they no longer trusted the ground beneath them. The cold air kissed my damp skin as I peeled the ruined fabric away from myself and let it fall. I didn’t look at it again. I couldn’t. I couldn't muster the courage to do that. The bathroom door st

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