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A few days later The courtroom was steady. Controlled. But underneath it, something simmered.The prosecutor had wrapped. The final witness had spoken.Now it was Cassidy’s turn.He stood when called. Cuffed. Composed. And for once, coached.Clark didn’t look at him, but his presence was there in Cassidy’s spine—straight, firm, rehearsed.“Mr. Hills,” the judge said. “You’ve elected to testify. You may proceed.”Cassidy stepped up.His voice was calm. No swagger. Just calculated weight.“I killed six men,” he began. “But I also saved twenty.”A few murmurs from the back row. The judge didn’t call for order.“I didn’t go there to kill. I went there to pull people out who were being sold like furniture. If I’d had another choice—if there was time to wait for backup—I would’ve taken it.”He paused. Glanced once toward the jury.“But the people I killed… they weren’t innocents. They were armed. They were ready to execute the twenty I saved if anything went wrong. And I made sure it didn’
Gold & Sand Chapter 296
Clark was halfway through his fifth beer when he saw the figure at the stairwell.Boots. Broad shoulders. That walk like he owned the ground.Adam.Still in black, still smelling faintly of smoke and blood, but now—paper bag in one hand, Clark’s meds tucked under his arm.He walked straight across the rooftop like he’d been here before.Clark blinked. “What the—”Adam didn’t stop.Didn’t hesitate.Just leaned in—right there in front of the bar, the bartender, Matthew, the ivy walls, the low music—and kissed him.Right on the mouth.Solid. Direct. Possessive without being rude. Nothing performative—just his.Clark froze. Just for a breath.Then kissed him back. Just enough.Adam dropped the paper bag on the table like it owed him money. “That pharmacy was a joke.”Clark raised a brow. “Did you threaten them?”“No. I paid.” Adam looked personally offended. “Eighty-six quid. For anxiety pills. You better be anxious as hell for that price.”Clark blinked. “Eighty-six?”Adam pulled the rec
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The front door opened with a quiet creak.Daz stepped inside, silent as usual, a plastic bag in each hand. His eyes swept the room once, then stopped.Adam was on the couch—bare chest exposed, one hand scrolling through his phone, the other planted square on Clark’s ass like it was a natural resting point. Clark was curled over him, hoodie rumpled, legs tangled beneath a blanket that barely covered anything. His face was pressed to Adam’s chest, half-asleep, lips parted.Daz blinked. Didn’t react.He walked to the kitchen and set the bags on the counter.“Sir,” he said.Adam didn’t look up. “You got it?”“Yes, sir. Gold label. XLs. Receipt’s inside.”Adam nodded once, scrolling. “Good.”Daz stayed by the counter. He didn’t linger. Just gave his update, quiet, efficient.“Southbank’s cleared. The kid talked. Gave up two names. Wilson’s still watching from distance.”“Keep eyes on his front guys. You see movement, break it early. No noise.”“Yes, sir.”There was a pause.Then, a groggy
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The couch wasn’t new to this.It creaked like it recognized the weight—Clark’s spine pressed to the cushions, Adam’s knee between his legs, files forgotten beneath them like collateral damage.Clark didn’t gasp.He groaned.“Tch—Adam.” Half-warned, half-melted. “I just organized those.”Adam didn’t give a damn.“Then you should’ve organized your schedule better, counselor.”He said it at Clark’s throat, teeth barely grazing the skin just beneath his jaw. The kind of contact that wasn’t meant to hurt—but to remind.Clark exhaled through his nose. Calm. Infuriating.“You are dangerously obsessed with making me moan over prosecutorial misconduct.”“That’s ‘cause you sound better screamin’ than lecturin’.”Clark chuckled darkly—head thudding back into the cushion. He pushed his glasses up with two fingers, then slid them off entirely and dropped them onto the table.“You’re so fucking predictable.”Adam smirked. “And you’re so fuckin’
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The crowd around the grave began to thin.Some officers lingered. Others drifted toward their cars in small clusters, the quiet murmur of uniforms brushing against one another, badges catching the sun one last time before vanishing into the afternoon.Masahiro and Matthew stepped forward.The woman stood at the edge of the burial, veil now lifted, her eyes rimmed red but dry. She looked like someone who had cried enough before the funeral ever started.Masahiro approached her first.“Mrs. Doyle,” he said gently, dipping his head. “I’m… I’m sorry for your loss.”Her expression didn’t shift much. But her voice was calm. “Thank you.”There was a steadiness in her grief—one born from surviving years beside a man who chased death for a living.Masahiro gave a small nod, then turned toward the young man standing just beside her.Doyle’s son.Closer now, Masahiro could see the resemblance. The jawline. The way his eyes watched everything. Guarded, te
Gold & Sand Chapter 292
It had been five days since Allan Doyle’s body was found behind Barrow Lane.Five days since the call. Since the silence that followed it. Since Masahiro had driven into the night with blood in his chest and Matthew’s voice at his back.Now, the sun was too bright for a funeral, but they buried him anyway.The car rolled to a stop at the edge of the cemetery.Beyond the windshield, the canary was crowded—rows of law enforcement officers in black, lined up in silent formation. Uniforms everywhere: pressed blues, starched grays, polished medals that caught the morning light. Detectives in tailored coats stood among beat cops and field agents. The air was stiff with order and unsaid things.Canopies had been set up above the grave site, a futile attempt to shield the mourners from the pale spring sun. The wind tugged at coat hems and tugged hair loose from buns and slicked styles. But no one moved. No one left.Masahiro turned off the engine.They sat for a
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It was midnight.Matthew’s face was buried against Masahiro’s chest, his breath warm and steady, rising and falling like waves breaking against stone. The bedroom was cloaked in dim gold—just the faintest light slipping through the cracked door, catching on the curve of Masahiro’s bare shoulder.Masahiro lay still, one hand in Matthew’s curls, the other resting against his side. He hadn’t slept.Not really.The weight of six weeks hadn’t left his chest since he’d closed his eyes.Then the phone rang.A sharp vibration on the nightstand. No ringtone—Masahiro never let it ring. Just the buzzing thrum of urgency in the dark.He reached without waking Matthew, answering in one fluid motion.“Payne.”The voice on the other end was clipped. Low. Shaken.“Sir… it’s Doyle. Allan Doyle. He’s dead.”Masahiro didn’t breathe.His hand froze mid-motion. The ceiling above him went quiet.The voice continued. “They found his body in the alley behind Barrow Lane. Gunshot. Close range. No witnesses.”
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The car rolled to a stop in front of Arthur’s building. The street was dim, washed in the orange flicker of old lamps. Arthur hesitated for a second before unbuckling. “Thanks for the ride,” he said quietly, eyes a little too wide, hands still trembling from the night. Masahiro nodded once. “Goodnight, Cooper.” Matthew gave him a small wave from the passenger seat. “Text Masa if anything weird happens, yeah?” Arthur nodded and got out, closing the door softly. He walked up to the building, pulled his keys from his pocket, and glanced back just once. They waited. Arthur opened the gate, disappeared inside, and only when the door shut behind him with a faint click, did Masahiro start the engine again. Silence. It stretched for blocks. Then Matthew let out a sigh, dragging a hand through his hair. “This whole thing’s a mess.” Masahiro didn’t respond immediately. He kept his eyes on the road, jaw tight. Matthew kept going. “Six people. And somehow we’re all tangled up
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The lock hissed. The panic room door creaked open.What greeted them wasn’t relief. It was aftermath.A wash of chemical air hit first—smoke and industrial sanitizer, sharp and sterile. Lights flickered overhead, the hallway still recovering from whatever scramble had unfolded outside.Armed officers lined the corridor, weapons lowered but eyes tracking every movement. No one moved until Masahiro stepped out first, calm as a blade.Cassidy followed, still cuffed, but upright. Arthur stayed tucked at his side, blinking against the hallway light like he’d forgotten what outside air tasted like.Behind them, Clark adjusted his tie. Adam stepped beside him, hand loose on Clark’s back without thinking. Matthew emerged next, yawning. He still looked smug.At the far end, a prosecutor and a city official waited. Legal cleanup."We’ll need statements," the official said.Masahiro didn’t even pause. "Not now."The man sputtered, but Masahiro was already wa
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