LOGINCHAPTER 117 LUCA I caught up to him in the alley behind the club. The rain hadn’t stopped. It came down in sheets, soaking both of us as if the sky was trying to wash away the mess we’d made inside. Adrien was already halfway to his car when I grabbed his arm and yanked him back. He spun around, eyes blazing. “What the hell do you want?” “You,” I growled. “To talk.” “There’s nothing to talk about.” “Bullshit.” My fingers tightened on his arm. “Two weeks, Adrien. Two goddamn weeks of you pretending I don’t exist, and now you’re out here letting some random piece of trash put his hands on you—” He jerked free, voice cutting like glass. “Because it’s none of your business, Luca!” “The hell it isn’t!” I stepped closer. “You think I can just stand there and watch that?” “Yes!” he shot back. “Because that’s what normal people do when it’s not their business! You don’t own me, Luca. You don’t get to beat people half to death just because you’re jealous.” “Jealous?” I laughed bitte
CHAPTER 116 ADRIEN I should’ve known the day wouldn’t end quietly. Amara walked into my office without knocking, hips swaying like she owned the place. She stopped right in front of my desk, crossed her arms, and studied me with sharp eyes. “You’ve been clenching your jaw for the past hour,” she said. I didn’t even look up from the document I was signing. “It’s nothing.” “That’s exactly what people say before they snap and stab someone with a pen,” she replied dryly. “What happened?” “Nothing,” I repeated, voice flat. She raised a brow, clearly not buying it. “Right. And I’m a nun. Adrien, your vibe is screaming murder. What gives?” I sighed through my nose. “It’s been a long day. Board meeting. A threat or two. The usual.” “Uh-huh.” She tilted her head. “You need to unwind. Badly.” “I don’t have time to—” “Shut up.
CHAPTER 115ADRIENThat night, the nightmares came again.I should’ve known they would.Every time something cracks open in the day, something darker slips through at night. And tonight, Luca’s face… the way his voice broke… it was enough to rip the lid off everything I’d been nailing shut for months.I fell asleep around 3 a.m., slumped on the couch in my penthouse office because my bed felt too exposed. I didn’t expect to dream. I rarely did anymore. But when I did, it was always the same.Dark. Damp. A smell like rust and sweat and something rotting.My breath hitched the moment I realized where I was.The room.The one with concrete walls and no windows. The locked door. The faint drip of water that used to drive me insane. My body went cold even though it was just a dream.And then I heard it.Whip.The sound cut through the silence like a gunshot.“No,” I whispered. My ow
CHAPTER 114 ADRIEN I thought it would end that one time. One humiliating, loud, messy scene in the lobby. I thought he’d finally take the hint, disappear, do what every other man did when I shut the door in their faces. But Luca Moretti was never “every other man.” Day one, he came back. Day two, again. By day four, it rained so hard I could barely see the gate from my office window. He was there — drenched, stubborn, yelling my name like a curse and a prayer rolled into one. Security dragged him off every time. Day seven, he came bleeding. I don’t know where the blood came from. I didn’t care. Day ten, he came drunk. The kind of drunk that made his voice raw, made his fists bang against the reinforced glass doors of my building until his knuckles split. Day fourteen, he came again. Of course he did. Two weeks. Every single day. I didn’t see him once. Not personally. Not face-to-face. I made sure of that. Evelyn reported his presence with her usual calm, then
CHAPTER 113 ADRIEN I was buried in paperwork when the knock came. Sharp. Three times. Not hesitant. Not timid. A knock that announced trouble. “Come in,” I said without looking up. Evelyn stepped inside, tablet in hand, immaculate as always. Her hair was pinned up tight, lips painted dark red. “Sir,” she said, voice measured, “you have… an uninvited guest downstairs.” My pen stilled. “Who?” She hesitated for a heartbeat. “Luca Moretti.” My fingers tightened on the pen until it cracked. Ink bled onto the page, a black stain spreading like poison. I didn’t say anything. I just stared at it for a few seconds. Evelyn cleared her throat softly. “Should I—” “Where is he?” I interrupted. “Lobby. He refused to leave. He’s demanding to see you.” I leaned back in my chair slowly, letting the silence hang heavy. My heart thudded once, hard, but my face remained blank. It had been months since I’d last seen him. Months since the night I walked away, built walls so high no
CHAPTER 112 LUCA I knew something was off the moment he walked into the room. Too calm. Too clean. Too smug. The boardroom was filled with smoke and whispers, the chandelier above throwing a golden light over a table that had seen more blood than paper. Damon leaned against the wall, arms crossed. Matteo sat beside me, jaw locked, eyes sharp as blades. And then there was him—the politician, the so-called “ally.” My father used to say, it’s the quiet ones that stab you best. “Luca,” he greeted, voice smooth like oil. “You’ve been difficult to reach.” “Maybe because I don’t want to be reached,” I said flatly, swirling the whiskey in my glass. “Say what you came here to say.” He smiled, slow and slimy. “The Russians are growing impatient. They want assurance that the deal will go through. And frankly, with your recent… outbursts, they’re beginning to doubt your leadership.” Matteo s







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