Liam swallowed hard. “ I have told you before, I’m with someone now. Drew.”Jasper snorted. “Yes, Drew. The guy you ran to when we fucked up?”“He’s good to me,” Liam insisted, though the words felt hollow even as he said them.Julian pushed off the counter, moving toward Liam. “Is he? Does he make you feel the way we do?”Liam took a step back, but Julian kept advancing. “That’s not the point.”“The hell it isn’t,” Jasper said, coming up behind Liam. “We know you, Liam. We know what you need.”“And what’s that?” Liam challenged, though his voice trembled.Jasper’s breath was hot against his ear. “You need this. You need us.”Julian was right in front of him now, his eyes searching Liam’s face. “Tell me I’m wrong. Tell me you don’t want this.”Liam’s mouth went dry. He couldn’t say it. Because it would be a lie. He did want this. He wanted them. He always had.Jasper pressed closer, his hands gripping Liam’s hips. “You belong with us, Liam. Not with some guy who can’t give you what yo
.“This doesn’t change anything,” Liam breathed against Jasper’s lips. “It doesn’t fix what you did.”“I know,” Jasper replied, his eyes dark with emotion. “But maybe… maybe it’s a start.”Julian turned Liam in his arms, capturing his lips in a searing kiss. “We fucked up,” he admitted. “But I never stopped wanting you.”Jasper moved in again, sandwiching Liam between them. The heat of their bodies, the desperation in their touches, it was all too much. Liam felt like he was drowning, and he didn’t want to be saved.He reached for both of them, pulling them closer. “I’m with Drew now,” he gasped, even as he arched into their embrace. “This… it’s not right.”Jasper’s laugh was bitter. “Since when have we done right?”Julian nodded against Liam’s shoulder. “We’re not good men, Liam. But with you… we’re better.”The words cut through Liam, sharp and painful. He knew they were both right. They were toxic, broken, but together… together, they were something else entirely.“Fuck,” Liam swore
The apartment was dim, half-lit by the flickering of the television that played silently against the wall. Liam sat hunched on the edge of the couch, his elbows on his knees, his expression slack. Outside, the city murmured with life, horns, footsteps, laughter, but here, it was the same silence that had settled weeks ago, thick and familiar.He let out a sigh, glancing at the door.“Out again. Of course,” he muttered.Drew had left hours ago, off to another show, working or something. Liam hadn’t bothered to ask which. He didn’t ask anymore. And truthfully, he didn’t really care. Not in the way that mattered.His phone buzzed beside him on the cushion, a sharp vibration that cut through the quiet. He ignored it at first. But curiosity tugged at him, and when he glanced down, his breath caught.Jasper: You free tonight? Let’s meet.Liam stared at the message, motionless. His first instinct was to delete it—better yet, block the number and toss the phone across the room. But his body b
She was suddenly hyper-aware of every sound, every movement. The rustle of their clothes, the clink of their belts, the heavy thud of their footsteps as they approached the bed. Each noise amplified her fear, her panic, her desperation.But it was useless. There was nothing she could do to stop this. Nothing she could say to make them change their minds.The first man reached for her, his large hands gripping her waist. She tried to kick out at him, but he was too strong. He easily held her down, his grip bruising on her skin."Stop," she sobbed, her voice hoarse from screaming. "Please, just stop…"But he didn’t listen. He didn’t even flinch as she begged and pleaded with him. Instead, he simply positioned himself between her legs and forced himself inside her with one brutal thrust.Vivian arched off the bed in agony, her wrists straining against the ropes. The pain was excruciating, like being torn apart from the inside. She could feel every inch of him as he drove into her again a
Rain drizzled over the broken windshield of a rusted car, the dull glow of flickering streetlamps casting jagged shadows across the cracked asphalt. The abandoned parking lot smelled of rust and wet cement–forgotten, desolate, perfect for secrets no one wanted unearthed.Vivian sat frozen in the passenger seat, her eyes wide with dread. The cold seeped into her bones, but it was nothing compared to the icy grip of fear that curled around her spine."I gave it to Tasha," she whispered, her voice trembling. "I swear on my life—I handed her the flash drive myself. I didn’t keep it."The man beside her didn’t respond right away. He sat still in the darkness, a shadow wrapped in menace. Then, his voice cut through the silence—low, furious."Then where the fuck is Tasha?"Vivian swallowed hard. "I don’t know. She said she’d handle it. She was supposed to—""You keep crossing me, Vivian. Again and again.""I haven’t crossed you, I swear—"He turned to her, his voice suddenly exploding into a
Tasha’s whole body trembled–not from pain anymore, but from rage.“She’s just a child,” she said through gritted teeth.“Exactly,” Jasper replied calmly. “Which is why I’m giving you a chance.”Tasha stared at him. Her heart was hammering in her chest, tears threatening to spill—but her mind raced faster than ever.This wasn’t just about Vivian anymore.It was about her daughter.And whatever game Jasper Davenport was playing, he had just raised the stakes far higher than she ever imagined.“Everything she's doing” she said softly, “Is for her sake and that of her brother”Jasper’s eyes twitched. “Vivian has a brother.?”“You didn’t know that part, did you?”***The city sprawled beneath Adrian’s penthouse, a glittering mess of lights and secrets. Night had fallen, but sleep was a stranger to him. He paced the length of his office like a lion in a cage, fists shoved into his pockets, jaw tight with restrained fury.Behind him, the skyline blinked on like a taunt. In front of him, Vi