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Chapter 6: The shadow king
I knew it had to be done swiftly, with precision, just like every other job I've executed. Elena Russo wasn't just a target; she was a message. A symbol of my power over her father, a reminder of what happens when someone dares to cross me, the Shadow King.
The night was dark, the kind that wraps the city in a cloak of shadows. I prefer it that way. It keeps me hidden, unseen. My men and I waited in silence, lurking just outside her apartment. I could see the faint glow of a lamp through the curtains. She was still awake, reading, or maybe she was preparing for bed. It didn't matter.
I gave the sig my men moved harp nod, and with swift.
I gave the signal, a sharp nod, and my men moved in with swift, practiced efficiency. The door to her apartment was unlocked in seconds, and we slipped inside like shadows, silent and unseen. I could hear her faint footsteps in the hallway, moving toward the kitchen. She had no idea what was about to happen.
As she turned the corner, my men closed in. One of them, Marco, grabbed her from behind, his hand clamping down over her mouth before she could scream. Her eyes widened in shock, her body stiffening with fear. She struggled, but Marco held her firm, pulling her arms behind her back.
"Quiet," I commanded, my voice low and threatening "This will be over soon if you co-operate us.
Her eyes locked onto mine, filled with a mix of fear and defiance. Good. I wanted her to be afraid, to know that she was powerless against me. But I could also see the anger simmering beneath the surface. That would make things more interesting.
I motioned for my men to bring her closer. Marco kept a firm grip on her, dragging her toward me. I pulled a small syringe from my jacket pocket, filled with a sedative strong enough to knock her out for hours. I saw the fear in her eyes deepen as I approached, the realization of what was happening settling in.
"Hold her still," I ordered, and Marco tightened his grip, pinning her arms behind her back.I plunged the needle into her neck, the sedative taking effect almost instantly. Her eyes fluttered, and she went limp in Marco's arms. For a moment, I stared at her, the daughter of my enemy, now completely at my mercy. There was a strange satisfaction in knowing I had taken something precious from him.
"Let's go," I said, turning on my heel and heading for the door. My men followed, carrying her limp body between them.
Outside, a black SUV waited, the engine idling softly. We moved quickly, loading her into the backseat. I got in beside her, making sure she was secure. Her head lolled to the side, unconscious and unaware of what was happening.
The drive to my mansion was long and quiet, the tension in the car thick. My men knew better than to speak. They understood the gravity of what we had just done. Kidnapping the daughter of a rival wasn't just an act of retaliation; it was a declaration of war.
When we finally arrived, I ordered my men to take her to the basement. It was a cold, dark place, built for one purpose: to break the will of those who dared to defy me. I watched as they carried her down the stone steps, her body still limp and unresponsive.
"Put her on the chair," I instructed. They did as they were told, placing her in a heavy wooden chair bolted to the floor. I took a length of rope from the nearby table and began to bind her wrists to the armrests. The rope was rough, digging into her skin, but I didn't care. She needed to understand that there was no escape, no mercy.
I moved to her ankles next, tying them to the legs of the chair. I pulled the ropes tight, making sure she couldn't move. When I was finished, I stepped back, admiring my handiwork. She was completely immobilized, trapped in a prison of my making.
I waited in the shadows, watching her closely. I knew it wouldn't be long before the sedative wore off and she woke to find herself in her new reality. I wanted to be there when she did, to see the fear in her eyes when she realized where she was and who had taken her.
A slow smile spread across my lips as I imagined the look on her father's face when he learned his precious daughter had been taken. This was just the beginning. Elena Russo would learn soon enough what it meant to be at the mercy of the Shadow King.
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Fanfiction### **Story Description:** **Title: *Captured by Shadows*** In the heart of a city where power and corruption reign supreme, mafia boss Luca Moretti is a figure shrouded in fear and respect. Known as the Shadow King, Luca's empire is built on a foun...