Vivian said nothing, just watched her. And then… nodded. “Let her come. She stays in the car. But she comes.”Julian’s shoulders dropped in defeat. “This is insane.”“No,” Clara said softly. “What’s insane? I’m not letting fear make me useless, not again, not ever.”Jasper zipped the duffel. “Then let’s go. We’ve got cash, firepower, and enough rage to burn him alive.”Tasha looked at them all. “We take two cars. We don’t trust anyone. No one moves unless we say. We don’t let emotions screw this up.”Julian nodded. “Agreed.”Clara picked up her coat. “Let’s end this.”***The gravel crunched beneath the tires as they pulled into the abandoned warehouse lot. The building loomed ahead, rusting and half-swallowed by weeds, with broken windows like watching eyes. The late evening sun cast long shadows across the lot, and a silence hung in the air, thick, heavy, dangerous.Julian stepped out of the first car with Jasper beside him, both dressed in black and carrying the duffel bag full o
“Take him, fuck him and cum in him.” He ordered, before leaving Liam alone with the men.The first guy pulled his cock out and slid it into Liam's ass without any resistance. Liam winced, the pain still fresh from Drew's assault. But he bit his lip, refusing to cry out.The man began to thrust, his movements rough and unyielding. Liam felt the tears pricking at his eyes, but he forced them back. He wouldn't give them the satisfaction of seeing him break.“Fuck,” the man grunted. “He's so tight.”The second man moved closer, stroking his cock as he watched. “I can't wait to have a turn.”The first man increased his pace, slamming into Liam with brute force. Liam's body jerked with each thrust, but he remained silent. He closed his eyes, focusing on his breathing, trying to find a way to escape the pain.The man's grip tightened on Liam's hips, his fingers digging into his skin. “Fuck, I'm close,” he panted.Liam felt the man's cock twitch inside him, and then the warmth of his cum fill
Julian and Jasper exchanged a look.“Where can we find this Cicero?” Jasper asked.“I don’t know. But Malcolm’s main files, his real files, weren’t kept at the firm. They were at a lodge in Ravenshollow. It’s remote. He used to disappear there for weeks at a time. If you want to find Liam... or understand Malcolm, that’s where you need to go.”Julian turned toward the door without a word. Jasper followed.“Wait,” Mr. Davenport said suddenly. “Bring him back. Please, I need to kill him with my hands.”Julian didn’t even look back. “We will. Whether you deserve to see him or not.”**The walls were damp. Stone. No windows. The only light came from a single flickering bulb overhead. Liam sat curled in the corner of the room, hugging his knees.He wasn’t crying anymore. That part was over.The door creaked open and Drew stepped in, “You're quiet today.”Liam glared at him.“You know, your sugar daddies must be panicking right now,” the man said almost casually. “But this isn’t about them
“What do you mean, we are referring to my brother here, my only family.” Clara said, getting angry.“The brother you never remembered until you were sent out of my house and your parents did the same to you.” Julian said back harshly.“Stop talking to me, you are also part of the people who ruined my life.” Clara returned back.“Oh really–” Julian was about to say before Jasper cut him in“That's enough from you both, honestly this isn't the right time to banter.” Jasper said already dialing. “Tasha and Vivian will be here within an hour.”Julian gently put the photo back in the box and shut the lid like it was a coffin.The house was tense. The silence wasn’t peace, it was the sharp inhale before a scream.A car door slammed outside, then another. The sound of heels clicked fast up the walkway. Tasha burst through the door first, her jaw tight, eyes scanning the room like she was entering enemy territory. Vivian followed right after her, dropping her handbag with a heavy thud on the
Jasper glanced at Julian, who nodded.Tasha sat up straighter. “Then let’s finish this.”Meanwhile, behind bars, Adrian sat on the edge of his cot, staring at the metal door. A guard came to the bars.“You’ve got a visitor.”“I didn’t ask for one.”“Didn’t say you did.” The guard stepped aside.The man who entered was tall, dressed in black, and cold-eyed. Adrian’s jaw tensed.“What do you want?”The man smirked. “A message.”Adrian stood. “From who?”“From Malcolm.”Before Adrian could react, the man reached into his coat, and a muffled gunshot echoed behind the walls.Blood trickled down Adrian’s temple as his body was going weak as he stuttered “Why.. why would he kill me, I am his only son, I did everything he asked me to, I ruined Clara, and I was going to ruin Davenport.. I needed time.”“He said he would avenge your death, don't worry.“ the man said as he watched Adrian collapse and went stiff.The guard outside didn’t even flinch When he heard the low gunshot sound***The
She grabbed them one after another, smashing them against the marble counters in rage. “That bitch bugged the whole damn place!”Meanwhile, in Adrian’s office, panic truly began to set in. He strode to the wall behind his grandfather’s antique painting, an old oil canvas of a misty valley. Shoving it aside with trembling fingers, he revealed a small safe.He keyed in the code.Click.The door swung open.Empty.“No…” he breathed, staggered. “No, no, no!”His most incriminating files, paper trails, backup cash, contracts, names of distributors, foreign accounts, gone.All of it.Vivian had taken everything.And just then, as if the universe conspired for perfect timing, red and blue lights flashed through the floor-to-ceiling windows. Police officers were filing into the building below.“Victoria!” Adrian roared. “Call my lawyer. Now!”But Victoria didn’t move. She stood by the door, stunned, frozen like a statue. Then came the heavy knock, and the office door opened. Officers stepped