The Blackwell Claim
“You really think a chrome leash makes me yours?” Timothy’s voice was a jagged shard of glass, his pulse thrumming frantically against the cold metal of the Blackwell collar.
Kan leaned in, the scent of expensive bourbon and gunpowder clinging to him. He captured Timothy’s chin, forcing those defiant lavender eyes to meet his own. “It doesn’t make you mine, little ghost. It just keeps you still long enough for me to show you why you’ll never want to leave.”
Behind him, Gideon’s shadow fell over them both, heavy and suffocating. “Careful, Kan,” the enforcer rumbled, his knuckles still stained with the blood of the men who’d tried to stop them. “He’s a reaper. He doesn't want a home. He wants a body count.”
One Ghost. Two Predators. No Escape.
Timothy Gal is a shadow. A high-level operative for the Nash Rebellion, he’s spent his life as a nameless tool in the war-torn Sopttyi District. He doesn’t feel, he doesn’t miss, and he certainly doesn't belong to anyone. But when a routine surveillance mission in Saati Town goes south, he catches the eye of the two most dangerous men in the Blackwell Mafia.
Gideon Blackwell is the muscle—a man of controlled violence and territorial hunger. Kan Nelblack is the mind—a predator with a silver tongue and a taste for absolute submission.
They don’t just want Timothy’s secrets. They want his soul.
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Chapter: CHAPTER 7Kan shoved Timothy back against the same marble mausoleum where the street trash had just expired. He didn't give him room to breathe. He leaned in, the cold scent of the cemetery mixing with the metallic tang of fresh blood on Kan's lips. Timothy didn't flinch. He glared, his jaw set, lavender eyes defiant. A slow, mocking curve touched Kan’s mouth."Get your hands off me," Timothy rasped."No.""I'll put a bullet in your head, Nelblack.""You're welcome to try, ghost." Kan lifted a hand, a single finger tracing the line of Timothy's shoulder, dragging down to the pulse point at his wrist. "I’ve survived better men than you. It won't be that easy to put me down."Timothy’s skin hummed where Kan touched him. It felt like a low-voltage current. Kan stepped back suddenly, adjusting his top hat with a flick of his wrist."What’s with the hat?" Timothy asked, his voice steadying.Kan flashed a sharp, boyish grin. "It’s a statement.""And what’s it saying? That you’re a circus act?""It sa
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Chapter: CHAPTER 6"You're too quiet, Kan," Gideon said, using the name Kan only allowed in private. Gideon was pacing, his fingers tunneling through his blond hair. "You should've told me he was watching.""Why?" Kan pulled a black cotton shirt over his head, his face emerging with a lethal grin. He settled his top hat, the brim casting a sharp shadow over his silver eyes. "You would've hunted him down too fast. Now? Now he knows exactly what he’s missing. I smelled it on him, Gid. He was drowning in it.""I caught it too," Gideon muttered, leaning against the doorframe. "I just thought it was some random in the crowd.""No. It was him." Kan stepped close, his presence a heavy, cold weight. "He’s thinking about us right now. Wondering which one of us owns his soul. Convincing him he belongs to both? That’s going to be the fun part." Kan’s jaw tightened, his hunger a physical ache behind his ribs. "My hands are itching to mark him. I need to bleed someone before I lose my head."Gideon caught his arm, a
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Chapter: CHAPTER 5Timothy leaned into the grime of the brick alleyway, his lungs working like bellows. He’d seen plenty of transactional filth in Saati Town—desperate hacks, cold-blooded kills, and street-level hookers—but this was different. This was raw. It was high-stakes.The man on the balcony, Kan Nelblack, didn't just have the eyes of a predator; he had the focus of a sniper. Kan turned his head, silver-grey eyes cutting through the darkness of the street to the exact shadow where Timothy stood. The man didn’t flinch. He didn't call for the Enforcers. He just swiped his tongue across his bottom lip, blew a mocking kiss, and then clamped his hand on the back of Gideon’s head, forcing the shifter deeper onto his length.Timothy tried to swallow, but his throat had turned to sandpaper. Air felt like lead in his chest. Eleanor Nash was back at the rebellion headquarters counting on him to find the leak, and here he was, rooted to the spot, watching two high-level Blackwell associates claim each othe
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Chapter: CHAPTER 4Gideon didn't stop at the railing. He trailed his tongue down the ridge of Kan’s spine, teeth grazing the scarred skin of his shoulder blades. The tiger in his gut was a physical weight now, pacing, claws out. He spread Kan’s cheeks with rough, calloused palms. Kan let out a jagged moan, his own hand working a frantic rhythm against his cock while he rocked back, seeking the friction of Gideon’s mouth.Gideon reached for the oil on the small bistro table. He didn't do gentle. He slicked his fingers, driving them deep into Kan to stretch him, the heat of the other man’s interior molding to his touch. He coated his own length, the friction making his vision swim. He lined himself up against the entrance, the head of his dick buzzing against the tight heat. Below, the Sopttyi crowd let out a roar of approval. Kan didn't turn; he just flashed a thumb over his shoulder to the gawkers, a defiant grin plastered on his face.Gideon lunged. He buried himself balls-deep in one heavy, bone-jarri
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Chapter: CHAPTER 3Gideon swigged vodka straight from a glass bottle he’d raided from the hotel mini-bar, the burn in his throat grounding him. He kicked the balcony doors open. The New Orleans humidity clung to his skin like a wet shroud, thick with the stench of Saati Town—garbage, exhaust, and the copper tang of blood from a dozen street fights happening blocks away. Below, the Sopttyi District was a cesspool of tourists and bottom-feeders, all grinding against each other like rats in a cage.He hated this place. The congestion made his skin itch. He was a tracker, a man used to the wide-open shadows of the bayou, not this neon-lit tomb. But the contract was the contract. Or it had been, until they’d told Samon Lity to go fuck himself.Timothy Gal. The name tasted like metal in his mouth. In the bar, the kid hadn't even flinched when Lity’s name came up. Zero recognition. That made Lity a liar. The "Siren" of the Nash Rebellion wasn't just some thief who’d seduced a mobster’s son; he was something el
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Chapter: CHAPTER 2"Damn, look at that," a voice slurred. A drunk in a stained polo stumbled into Timothy’s path, reeking of cheap gin and bad intentions. "You’re a pretty one, aren't you? A little lost bird?"Timothy stopped. He looked the man up and down, his gaze flat and clinical. "You have ten seconds to find a different direction."The drunk’s friend barked a laugh, stepping up close. The guy’s breath was a chemical weapon. "Or what, sweetheart? You gonna bite?"Timothy didn't waste words. He didn't feel anger; he felt the familiar, cold calculation of a predator. He stepped into the man’s space, his knee driving upward with explosive, bone-shattering force into the drunk's groin. As the man doubled over, Timothy’s elbow connected with the bridge of his nose.Crunch. The man hit the concrete like a sack of wet sand. His friend froze, eyes wide. Timothy wiped a stray drop of blood off his knuckle onto the man's shirt."Eight seconds left," Timothy whispered. The friend bolted.Timothy turned toward
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