Se connecterThe door opened with a loud metallic screech.Lance’s head snapped up immediately.Three men walked in first, then two more behind them. Boots heavy on the concrete floor, voices loud, careless. They smelled like smoke, sweat, and alcohol. One of them was eating something, another spinning a knife in his hand like he had nothing better to do.They stopped when they saw Lance awake.“Well, look who’s up,” one of them laughed.Another walked closer and crouched in front of Lance, grabbing his chin and turning his face side to side. “This one looks harmless.”Lance didn’t say anything. His jaw tightened slightly, but he stayed quiet.Then one of the men looked over at Ragnar.“Oh, the Zorin is still out,” he said, walking over. He grabbed Ragnar’s hair and lifted his head roughly. Blood had dried along the side of Ragnar’s face, but some was still fresh.Lance’s heart started beating faster.“Leave him alone,” Lance said quietly.The men ignored him.One of them punched Ragnar hard acr
Lance didn’t know how long he had been out the second time.When he woke up again, the first thing he noticed was the light.The room was no longer dark. A harsh, pale light spilled in from a small, dirty window high up on the wall. Dust floated in the air, and the place smelled musty, like old wood, rust, and damp stone. His head still hurt, his wrists were sore from the ropes, and his mouth was dry.He groaned and shifted slightly, blinking a few times until his vision cleared.Then he remembered.The Enterprise.The attack.The darts.The dark room.Ragnar.Lance’s head snapped up immediately, his eyes searching the room.And then he saw him.Ragnar was sitting against the opposite wall, hands still tied behind his back, head slightly tilted forward. At first, Lance thought he was just unconscious again.Then he saw the blood.His eyes widened instantly.Blood was running down the side of Ragnar’s head, thick and dark, starting from somewhere in his hairline and trailing down past
AT ZORIN SEA PORTMen moved back and forth across the deck, crates being loaded, ropes pulled tight, metal clanging against metal. The air smelled like salt, oil, and wood, and the sun was high, reflecting harshly off the water. It was supposed to be a normal day, shipment, paperwork, checking routes, nothing serious.Ragnar stood near the railing with a guy and Mar, discussing something in low voices. Lance was a few steps away, pretending to focus on a crate he was checking, but his attention kept drifting back to Ragnar like it always did.Porto was laughing loudly somewhere behind them, probably flirting with someone again.Lance noticed it first.A small boat approaching too fast. No signal. No flag.He frowned slightly, straightening. “Do we have expected visitors?” he asked no one in particular.Mar turned to look. “No.”Ragnar followed their gaze, his eyes narrowing immediately. “Everyone—”He didn’t finish the sentence.A sharp thwip sound cut through the air.Ragnar’s body j
Porto leaned back against the couch, her head resting against his chest as he wrapped an arm around her. She was scrolling through her phone, occasionally glancing up to smile at something he murmured or to laugh softly at something one of the guys said from across the room. The other men lounged around, talking about recent jobs, laughing, and sipping on beers. Porto barely noticed them, lost in the warmth of his presence, his steady heartbeat beneath her ear.“Did you see what happened on the shipment last week?” one of the guys asked, launching into a story about a near-miss during one of their operations.Porto hummed along, listening, but her attention was still half on her phone, half on him. Porto couldn’t help it, he kept glancing down at her, tracing the curve of her jaw with his eyes, noting the way her hair fell across her face, the small smile that crept whenever she read something funny.He chuckled softly, brushing a strand of hair from her eyes. “You’re cute when you’r
He watched her sit up, his eyes tracing over her skin before settling on her face. The soft morning light spilled across the room, catching the curve of her cheek, the way her damp hair clung slightly to her neck.“Morning,” he murmured, voice low and hoarse.She smiled, leaning in to kiss him, and he felt the warmth spread through his chest.“Are you trying to continue where we left off?” he murmured, hands drifting to her hips, thumb brushing over her skin.“You’ve ruined me enough,” she chuckled, teasing him, her lips still brushing his.“Come on… can’t handle a little more?” His lips trailed down to her neck, and he felt her shiver beneath him.She giggled, shaking her head. “I need a shower.”“I’d be more than happy to join,” he smirked, but her eyes narrowed in suspicion.“Not falling for that one,” she said, though a small curve of a smile betrayed her amusement.She stood, her body on full display and he groaned, his eyes following her every movement. “Damn,” he muttered under
The rest of the guys were gathered in the common area, beers and snacks scattered across the table. The conversation was loud, full of jokes, arguments about past missions, and Mar quietly correcting Porto’s terrible facts about literally everything.Lance leaned back in his chair, shaking his head with a small, tired smile. He decided today was not a day for drinking. He could feel his thoughts already chaotic enough without the influence of alcohol, and Porto’s display wasn’t helping calm them. Still, it was almost mesmerizing in a way—the way Porto acted like it was completely normal, like the rest of them weren’t just casually ignoring an entire scandalous public display.Porto didn’t even notice the room around him. The girl on his lap had her arms wrapped tightly around his neck, lips pressed to his in a heated, demanding kiss. He groaned into her mouth, one hand gripping her waist, the other tangling in her hair as if he might never let go.The guys around them barely reacted.







