Chapter 6: The Ungrateful Patient

THE SILENCE

The room was deadly silent.

"You... you stink."

Ivan froze. Dante choked on a cough.

Lorenzo Moretti—the Enigma, the Don of Monaco—just stared.

He didn't get angry.

Instead, a slow, dark smirk curled up the corner of his lips.

"Stink?" Lorenzo repeated, his voice dropping to a low, vibrating purr. "That is a first."

"He is delirious!" Ivan interjected quickly. "The medicine... it makes him talk nonsense. Please ignore him."

"Oh, I think he knows exactly who I am," Lorenzo murmured.

He moved closer to the bed, invading Kyrian's personal space.

"Do I really stink, Little Volkov?"

Kyrian frowned, his nose scrunching up in disgust.

"Ugh... why can't you just leave? You ugly Alpha."

Ivan’s jaw dropped. Ugly?

Lorenzo let out a dark chuckle.

"Can't even open your eyes properly, yet you have the audacity to call me ugly?"

Lorenzo grabbed Kyrian’s wrist to check his pulse. The touch was firm and electric.

"S...Stay away..." Kyrian stammered, squeezing his eyes shut. "I... I will kill you..."

"How are you going to kill me, Little Volkov?" Lorenzo teased.

"You can't even stand."

"Enough," Ivan snapped, shoving his arm between them to shield his brother. "Kyrian? It's Ivan."

"Ugh..." Kyrian groaned, burying his face in the pillow. "Ivan... tell him to go away. He is annoying.

And his scent... it's hurting my head."

"Calm down," Ivan soothed him.

He turned to glare at Lorenzo, only to see him filling another syringe.

"Lorenzo," Ivan warned. "What is that?"

"Voice down," Lorenzo commanded, not looking up. "It is a neural painkiller. Unless you want him to scream in pain all night, step aside."

"No need," Ivan insisted. "We will handle it at ho—"

Lorenzo took a step forward, his Enigma aura flaring heavy and crushing. Ivan instinctively stepped back.

"Such an ungrateful family you are, Volkov."

Lorenzo injected the medicine into Kyrian's arm.

"Ahh! Shhh..." Kyrian hissed. "F...Fuck you... Alpha... Monster..."

Lorenzo leaned forward, his lips brushing against Kyrian’s ear.

"You won't be able to handle me, little baby... so stop trying to fight."

He straightened up, fixing his cuffs. "He will sleep now. Take him home."

With that, Lorenzo turned and walked out, his long black coat flowing behind him like a dark shadow.

THE ESCAPE

As soon as the door clicked shut, Ivan wasted no time.

He wrapped Kyrian in his suit jacket and carried him out through the back exit, speeding away into the night before the monster could change his mind.

THE BLOOD DEAL

Lorenzo didn't go home. The encounter with Kyrian had stirred a hunger in his blood.

Somewhere in the dark underbelly of Monaco, in an abandoned shipyard, a deal had just been cracked.

But for a man like Lorenzo Moretti, it wasn't just a simple business deal. It was a blood deal.

Bang. Bang.

Two bodies dropped to the concrete floor. Blood scattered across the ground like abstract art.

Lorenzo stood in the center, wiping a speck of red from his gloves.

"Clean this up," he ordered his men coldly. "And send the heads to the Rossi family."

The beast was satisfied... for tonight.

THE APARTMENT

Lorenzo drove back to his private penthouse. He found the lights on and Enzo Romano lying lazily on his sofa.

"You didn't go home?" Lorenzo asked.

Enzo yawned. "I have no problem staying here, Boss."

"But I do. Get out."

Enzo chuckled. "Why are you whining? Huh? Had a rough night? Or... didn't get a new toy to spend the night with?"

Lorenzo paused, pouring himself a drink. He thought of  sassy insults.

A slow, possessive smirk appeared on his face.

"I don't need a toy now, Enzo," Lorenzo said, his eyes gleaming. "I found something better."

When Enzo finally left, Lorenzo tapped his earpiece, listening to the bug he had planted on Ivan.

"We should send Kyrian back to Korea..." Ivan's voice crackled.

Lorenzo laughed dangerously.

"Korea, huh? Run all you want, Little Volkov. I love a good chase."

THE NEXT DAY: A SECRET HIDEOUT

While Lorenzo was plotting in his mansion, Kyrian was hiding in a small, cozy apartment on the outskirts of the city.

Kyrian was sitting on the sofa, aggressively eating a bowl of pasta. His best friend, Sergey, was sitting opposite him, arms crossed.

"Where were you for the past two days, Rian?" Sergey asked, worried. "I thought you were dead or something!"

Kyrian swallowed a mouthful of pasta and waved his fork. "Don't ask! It was a disaster."

He explained everything about the Gala scene—the fainting, the chaos.

"Mom didn't let me come out," Kyrian ranted. "She said I need rest. Even today, I came here hiding from her! She treats me like glass."

Sergey laughed. "Your life is full of chaos, Rian! By the way... who was that doctor whom you are calling 'Ugly Scent Alpha'?"

Kyrian made a gagging face.

"I don't remember his face clearly," Kyrian admitted, stabbing a piece of pasta. "My vision was blurry. But his body... ugh! He was stinking! Yuck! And he was a monster in the name of a doctor."

Kyrian’s eyes flashed with anger.

"I swear, if he ever shows up in front of me again... I will kill him! That bloody Alpha!"

"Stop cursing, man," a deep, familiar voice interrupted from the doorway. "When are you going to learn some manners, Wild Cat?"

Kyrian froze. The fork dropped from his hand.

He knew that voice.

He slowly turned around.

Standing at the door, leaning against the frame with a luggage bag, was a tall, handsome man with sharp features.

"Hyung?!" Kyrian shouted, his eyes wide with shock.

"You!" Kyrian jumped off the sofa and rushed towards him. "Oh my god! When did you come to Russia?! Why didn't you inform me?!"

He threw himself into the man's arms, hugging him tight.

The man chuckled, hugging him back. "Surprise, Rian."

The escape plan just got a lot more interesting.