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CHAPTER 32The bedroom door had barely shut before Lucian had Alex pinned to the mattress. Moonlight spilled through the half-open blinds, striping their bodies in silver. Lucian’s mouth was on Alex’s throat, his teeth scraping his skin, his tongue soothing as he stretched it out, licking off his sweat and the places he had scraped, marking him in ways that would bruise by morning. Alex’s hands clawed at Lucian’s back, his nails raking over the ridges of his tattoo, pulling him closer until there was no air between them.“Off,” Alex growled, yanking at Lucian’s belt. The leather snapped free, his buttons popped, as the trouser pulled down. Clothes became casualties in the frenzy. Lucian’s laugh was dark, breathless, as he shoved Alex’s jeans down his hips, palming the hard length straining beneath his boxers.“hmm,” Lucian murmured against Alex’s hipbone, nipping the skin there. “I like that.”Alex clenched the sheets, his hips jerking, but Lucian held him down with one iron forearm

CHAPTER 31The bass throbbed loudly, pulsing through the floor and up into Alex's chest. Lucian lounged back against the leather seat, one arm draped casually over the railing, his fingers tapping idly to the rhythm. He watched the crowd with that predatory ease, but his eyes kept drifting back to Alex.Alex nursed his drink, the brandy from earlier that the bartender had served. He shouldn't be here. Shouldn't be letting this pull him under. But Lucian's presence was something he couldn't fight tonight, not after Rosaline's warning.Lucian shifted closer, his thigh brushing Alex's under the table. "You're thinking too loud," he said, voice low enough to cut through the music without effort. His hand found Alex's knee, "I can see it in your eyes. That war you're fighting."Alex met his gaze, “And what if I am?"Lucian's smile was slow, dangerous. "Then let me win it for you. Just for tonight."He stood, extending a hand. Alex stared at it for a beat. This was a line, crossing it mean

CHAPTER 30Earlier that morning.Rain had swept through the city before dawn, leaving the Romano grounds soaked. The black jeep still glistened with streaks of water when Alex walked past it toward the back gardens, where he’d left his burner phone buried beneath a stone lantern.He crouched, pried it open, and drew out the small black device—a communicator only he and Inspector Rosaline used. His reflection blinked at him from the screen before her face appeared.“Where the hell have you been, Detective?” she hissed, “It’s been three days. Three damn days, Alex. We expected intel the morning after the Red Roses incident.”Alex leaned against the stone lantern, his wet hair clinging to his temples. “I couldn’t risk contact, ma’am. Lucian’s men were on edge. They’ve been purging the Red Roses’ informants. If I’d slipped—”Rosaline cut him off. “Save the excuses. We lost two agents because of your silence. You’re supposed to control the situation, not blend into it.” Her eyes narrowed,

Two days later.Morning.The black jeep drove into the grand mansion of the Romanos.Alex stepped down, and so did Lucian. Their clothes were both stained with blood—dark patches on their sleeves and collars.They both reeked of the fall of the Red Roses.Lucian brought out his gun from his back and tossed it toward Alex, who caught it swiftly, then caught the second one that followed.Trout, now walking with crutches, stepped out to welcome Lucian. But Lucian didn’t even glance at him—he simply walked straight into the mansion, silent as a storm after lightning.Alex followed behind. He bowed slightly to Trout, who said nothing, his grim face fixed on Alex with an unreadable expression.Alex turned toward the hallway leading to his room when Lucian’s voice stopped him.“I need a drink,” he said flatly.Alex turned back. “Yes, boss.”He followed Lucian up to the penthouse. The air up there was crisp and high. Lucian sat on the rooftop ledge, his gaze fixed on the horizon while Alex ap

The clouds turned dark, thunders rumbled, and then immediately, water started to drop from the sky—small drops at first, and then later heavily, hitting the rooftop like petals of stone.The whole of Romano Mansion was tight; everyone was silent, not a word uttered.Trout was left in the dungeon, but some men came later with a doctor. He was treated, and now he’s resting in his room.Alex watched the drama unfold before him while standing in his room, shirtless, in front of the window, his hands tucked into his pockets.He had been gazing out of the window, looking directly at the gate. Alex had told himself he was just gazing, merely watching the rain fall.But that was far from the truth—and his aching chest reminded him so.The moment the gate opened and the black sedan rolled in, Alex’s gaze hardened. The ache in his chest subsided. He watched as Lucian parked his car roughly in the compound, slammed the door, and stepped into the mansion.With every step, Alex could feel the ange

Lucian stepped out of the interrogation room, his feet hit the ground with fury. Trout was slumped against the wall, half-conscious, his trousers the only thing covering him. The chainmarks on his wrists showed red lines, a testament to what Lucian had just done. Blood seeped from a shallow cut near his temple, but the man was alive, barely.Lucian breathed heavily. Every step he took through the mansion echoed against the cold floors, the silence pressing around him. He needed answers, and he needed them now. Trout’s weakness, his broken body, was irrelevant. The man had served his purpose, and proof of betrayal. Nothing more.The night outside pressed against the windows, black and heavy, but Lucian felt nothing but the heat of his own anger. He had always kept control especially when it comes to his father, but tonight, the fire in his chest refused to be contained. They had left to go against the black roses but instead Lucian found out that Trout had been operating a prostitut