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Kidnapped By A Rival Mafia

Chapter 4 Behind Locked Doors

Word Count: 1100    |    Released on: 07/02/2025

Locke

na'

room. My pulse pounded as I stumbled forward, my hands still bound, my mind racing. The two men

s al

so. A massive four-poster bed with dark silk sheets stood in the center, flanked by tall windows draped in heavy curt

of that

the curtains. My breath hitched. Iron bars. My stomach twist

awed at

isting the handle, shaking it violent

ng ragged. I needed to thi

ct

anger through me, burn

rous. But Victor Volkov was something else entirely. He wasn

ad taken everything

s gilded cage like some pawn in

eatening to take over. There had to be a way out of this. Vict

ght I w

as just my fat

as w

smarter, by knowing when to fight and when to

d out what Vict

re out why the hell

r's voice downstairs. The way it had tightened, the way his us

y to understand one thing-Anton Volk

meant

jolted me fro

handle

to step back bef

ss the room. His face was unreadable, but his eyes-those dark, sto

to him like

k, the murmurs of hushed voices

as stil

t him see the fear curling inside me. "What now

sing the door behind h

like he was searching for something. I hated the way his gaze ma

y, he

oom." His voice was low, f

as much, considering the bars on the windows. Very charmi

his jaw. "You're

tep toward him, meeting his g

n't de

ing my head. "What do y

his expression, gone to

the way his voice tightened told me h

ng him. "No?" I challeng

s. "Because your father took everything from me," he said, his

to let him see the way his wor

I asked, forcing steel into my own voice.

air between us felt charged, thick w

enough,"

n us. "Then you should also know that my father doesn

kered. It was brief, barely noticeable, but it was t

, Victor... What happens w

le

vy, so thick, it

th

uns

gh the mansion, s

toward the door, his

hot. Then

, my pulse spiking

his holster as he reached for the door. But

in, blood dripping from

, clutching his s

rigid. "What

hard, his face pal

d turne

e, his eyes unreadable, yet filled with

sappearing into the

as happening before the door slamme

backed toward the wi

wasn't

ppening downstairs was bigg

a terrib

as only the

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