ログインChapter 107: Unexpected VisitThe recording of my father’s confession burned a hole in my pocket the entire drive back to the apartment. Elodie had it now, copied and secured, but the words still echoed in my head.*Love is weakness. I gave you the talent. The drive. The syndicate gave you the structure.*Callan drove in silence, one hand on the wheel, the other occasionally reaching over to rest on my thigh. The link, though fading, still carried faint echoes of his pride in me for facing my father and his rage at the man who had used me my entire life.“You did it,” Callan said as we pulled into the parking garage. “You got the admission. That’s the smoking gun.”I nodded, but my hands were still shaking. “He looked at me like I was nothing. Just another asset. His own son.”Callan parked and pulled me into his arms across the console. “You’re not nothing. You’re everything. To me. To the team. To the people who actually l
Chapter 106: Recording FatherThe decision to record my father had been made the night before, but it still felt like walking into a trap with my eyes open.Elodie had arranged the meeting through a secure channel. A “private family talk” at a neutral location — a small café on the outskirts of the city. The hidden recorder was small, barely noticeable, tucked into the collar of my shirt. Elodie had assured me it would capture everything clearly.Callan drove me there in silence. The link, though fading, still carried his tension and his fierce protectiveness. His hand rested on my thigh the entire way.“You don’t have to do this,” he said as we pulled up. “We can find another way.”“I do,” I replied. “If we want to end this, we need his words on record. His admission about the drugs. The app. Everything.”Callan leaned over and kissed me hard, like he was afraid it might be the last time. “I’ll be two blocks away. Feel me throug
Chapter 105: Team InterventionTate’s knock on the apartment door came like a hammer.I was still reeling from the argument with Callan, the origin story finally laid bare, when the sound cut through the silence. Callan tensed beside me on the couch, the fading link carrying his wariness. The double dose had left us both raw, thoughts and memories still bleeding through in fragments.Callan stood and opened the door.Tate pushed inside, followed closely by Beck and Merrick. Their expressions were serious. Tate’s chipped tooth flashed as he spoke.“We’re done waiting,” Tate said. “The whole team is starting to fracture. You two move like you share one nervous system. Brooks almost collapsed in net because of hits *you* took, Captain. Tell us the full truth or we’re going to the coaches ourselves.”Callan closed the door and locked it. “Sit down.”The four of us gathered in the living room. Merrick leaned against the wall,
Chapter 104: Origin StoryThe double dose had pushed the link to its breaking point, and with it came the memories I was never meant to see.I woke up in the apartment the syndicate had forced us into, Callan’s arm still around me, but the connection between us was no longer just a hum. It was a flood. Thoughts. Memories. Emotions. All bleeding through as the drugs reached their peak before they began to fade.Callan was already awake. His eyes met mine, and I saw the exact moment he realized I was seeing everything.“You saw it,” he said quietly. “The camp. The profile. All of it.”I nodded, throat tight. The memory was still vivid in my mind: Callan watching me during training camp, the way his eyes had followed me across the ice, the deliberate decision to create the “Sir” profile, the months of guiding me through messages, shaping me into the submissive he wanted.“You groomed me for months,” I said, voice shaking. “Before I
Chapter 103: Thoughts Bleeding ThroughThe double dose hit like a storm that refused to end.I woke up in the hospital room with Callan’s arm still around me, but the link was no longer just a hum. It was a voice. Faint, fragmented, but unmistakably his.*Stay safe. Don’t let them see how much you mean to me.*The thought wasn’t spoken. It drifted through my mind like an echo, raw and unguarded. I sat up slowly, my body still aching from the injection, and looked at Callan. He was awake, eyes open, watching me.“You heard that,” he said. It wasn’t a question.I nodded, throat tight. “Your thoughts. Not clearly, but… pieces. You’re scared they’ll use me against you.”Callan sat up, wincing from his injury, and pulled me against his chest. The link surged again, bringing another flash: a memory of him watching me during training camp, deciding to create the “Sir” profile, the quiet obsession that had started long befo
Chapter 102: Syndicate FuryThe message from the syndicate burned on the screen like a brand I couldn’t erase.*We saw the role reversal last night. Interesting choice. Explain yourselves immediately or the next video drops with full context. The syndicate does not tolerate power shifts without permission.*Callan read it over my shoulder, his body going rigid beside me in the hospital bed. The fading link still carried a faint echo of his shock and rage, but it was weaker now, like a radio signal losing strength. The drugs were leaving our system, and with them the constant connection that had bound us for months.“They were watching,” I whispered, my voice shaking. “Even here. Even when you knelt for me. They saw everything.”Callan’s hand found mine, gripping tight. His voice was low, dangerous. “They think they own every part of us. Even the moments that are only ours.”The door to the hospital room opened before we coul
Chapter 89: Father vs CaptainThe summons came late in the evening.**Unknown Number:** Your father requests a private meeting with Captain Lachlan. Alone. No rookies. No recording devices. A car will pick you up in thirty minutes. Refusal is not an option.Callan read
Chapter 88: Fantasies SharedThe first night in the new apartment felt like stepping into a gilded cage.The luxury space was perfect on the surface — open-plan living area with floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city lights, a sleek kitchen, and a bedroom that looked like
Chapter 87: Moving InThe syndicate’s new demand arrived like a hammer blow.**Unknown Number:** You will move in together immediately. A luxury apartment has been arranged and fully monitored. Better proximity for the link. Better content for our archives. Refuse, and the publi
Chapter 86: Point of No ReturnElodie’s words hung in the air like a death sentence.The small group gathered again in the hidden storage room. The evidence she had compiled was spread across a makeshift table — bank records, encrypted communications, partial drug formulas, and







