Bound to the Beast Mafia Boss

e next silver bullet g

shing away the grime of the city but doing nothing to cleanse the stench of violence. I stood in the de

ed like wet earth, raw meat, and suppressed fury. Their alpha, a hulking brute named Kael,

They did not shiver. They did not breathe. They smelled like old copper and the sharp, metalli

mitive," Julian murmured. His voice

gh,"

both sides flinch. I did not have claws. I did not have fangs. I was mere

Thread

I see the intricate, glowing web of magic that connects ever

ynchronized heartbeats. Julian, however, was a different story. Thick, tar black ropes of deceit twisted around

apped a piece of heavy parchment onto the wet metal. "You claimed your coven had noth

ing smile. "And I mea

his neck thickened, thr

ing," I sta

yellow. The golden threads connecting him to his men

stark white in the gloom. "Careful, little huma

uth for the binding contract. You stole the weapons. Admit it, pay the restitution to the pack, and

as void. The vampire coven was outnumbered. Julian knew it.

k the weapons. Deduct the valu

t, lowering his gun

t," I o

d. I grabbed the unseen magical energy pulsing around us. I visualized a glowing golden thread pulling from

e parchment, glowing hot before settling into deep, permanent crimson. The contract was sealed. It was

I folded the heavy parchment and

and vanished into the shadows of their respec

nergy. My hands trembled slightly as I walked out of the alle

idea that their politicians, their bankers, and their landlords were apex predators. The monster syndic

ing valuable only meant I was a target. Every day I spent in this city was a gamble. I needed one massive

a forgotten street. The stairwell smelled of dust, dried sage, and chea

my door.

ed on the doorframe were dor

into my coat pocket and gripped the cold handle of my silver dagger. It

open. It swung sil

d like battery acid and old, dried blood. The shadows in the corner of the room see

my worn leath

ing. His face was obscured by the dim lighting, but his presence was suffocating. He

door open for a quick escape

," I said, forcing my

an replied. His voice was a low rumble that vibra

are

ved hands on my scratched wooden desk. "I have a job for yo

ted my Thread Binding sight,

th

nough to obscure any strings of truth or deceit. H

lied smoothly. "You can

ached down and placed a heavy metal briefcase on th

re wealth than I had seen in my life. It was enough to

d myself to look up at his sh

filtrate the House o

syndicate in the territory. They were the apex of the apex. They owned the banks,

infiltrates Malphas. Their security is flawless

ed, ignoring my panic. "You have the credentials. You have the neutral reputation. You wil

skin that contained the supernatural debts of every major power

or that, Silas Malphas wil

m terrified even the oldest vampires. He was known for his cold, calculated

are a Thread Binder. You can see the traps before they

back toward the open door. "K

room stretched and warped around hi

niable. "You accept the contract, or you do not leave this room ali

the man. He was powerful enough to kill

deadliest syndicate in the world. But inside the House of Malphas, I might find a way

not look at the gold. I looked di

able account by midnight," I demanded, keeping my voice h

It was a dry, ho

lder, dropping it next to the briefcase. "Your new credent

heavy, pressing down on my lun

ent whispered. "He is a monster in every sense of th

d vanished into the gloom. The unna

on my desk. My hands were shaking again, harder this tim

e first page was a phot

the blurred aftermath of violence. There was shattered glass and dark stains on a marble floor. Yet, Silas stood in the center, adjusting the cuf

ge of the paper

possession and destroy his empire from

es of the Beast, I made a silent vow.

survive the in

or's

ing this deadly contract? Silas Malphas is waiting for her in the next chapter, and trust me, he is not you