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Arthur arrived right on time, not a minute early.The visitation room felt colder than before. Too quiet. Too clean.Cassidy was already seated, as always. Same chair. Same posture.But something was wrong.His collar was stiff. His sleeves pushed down to the wrists. And his smile—while intact—felt… wrong.Arthur sat down across from him. “Hey.”Cassidy raised an eyebrow. “You again?”Arthur smiled faintly. “Don’t sound so surprised.”Cassidy leaned back, the picture of lazy confidence. “I figured you’d be bored of me by now.”Arthur chuckled once. Then looked closer.There it was.A shadow of purple beneath his left eye. The faint red split on his bottom lip. A dark mark peeking out where his sleeve met his wrist.Arthur’s smile faded.“Cass,” he said quietly. “What happened?”Cassidy’s eyes didn’t waver. “Nothing.”“Cassidy.”“It’s nothing.”Arthur reached forward. Just touched his hand, lightly.Cassidy didn’t pull away.Arthur’s voice lowered. “Don’t lie to me.”Cassidy looked at
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The visitation room was too bright. Sterile. Bleached. The kind of clean that felt fake. Cassidy was already seated at the far end of the room, posture loose, one leg crossed over the other like he owned the place. Like the plastic chair under him wasn’t bolted to the floor. Arthur walked in slowly, shoulders drawn tight with nerves. Cassidy looked up. Smiled. That same dangerous smile that never reached his eyes. Arthur sat down across from him. “They searched me.” Cassidy’s tone was casual. “Of course they did. You’re beautiful. And they’re bored.” Arthur gave a weak smile. “You look... alright.” “I always do.” Arthur hesitated. “So how is it?” Cassidy leaned back. “Air’s dry. Bed’s trash. Food’s unspeakable.” “But you’re okay?” Cassidy tilted his head, studied him. “You care.” Arthur blinked. “Of course I do.” Cassidy said
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The van doors cracked open with a mechanical groan.Cassidy stepped down first. Wrist cuffs. Ankle chains. One eyebrow arched like the steel wasn’t even there.The sun hit hard above Middlesbrough Detention Unit. It smelled like bleach and burnt dust.He scanned the walls. Cameras. Layers of wire. Two guards in tactical gear flanking the gate.He smiled.Not out of fear. Out of understanding.The system had swallowed him. But it hadn’t digested him yet.Processing was routine. On paper.The steel doors clicked shut behind him.Cassidy stepped into the intake bay—cool tile underfoot, the walls painted a colorless shade of state-funded beige. Cameras in every corner. Bleach in the air.He was still wearing his clothes from the courthouse—black button-up shirt, sleeves rolled once at the cuffs, fitted slacks, belt already confiscated. No laces on his boots. His style had survived the trial, but only just.“Strip,” the intake guard said, voice
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Clark collapsed forward with a breathy groan, body shivering in the afterglow. He let his weight sink onto Adam’s chest, lips parted, eyes half-lidded.Adam didn’t move.One arm wrapped low around Clark’s waist.The other rested firmly over his ass, hand broad and grounding.Neither of them spoke for a moment.Clark exhaled slowly. “God… I needed that.”Adam hummed low, noncommittal.Clark shifted slightly, still not separating them. “Whole damn courtroom felt like pressure. The judge. The press. Arthur trying not to cry. Cassidy whispering nonsense. I swear, if I didn’t ride something today I was gonna start punching reporters.”Adam gave the smallest breath of a laugh—but his chest was still tight.Clark went on, voice loose with satisfaction, words tumbling like they always did after sex. “Also, we need to do something about this mattress.”Adam blinked. “What?”Clark propped his chin on his hand. “It’s loud. Every time I ride you it sounds like we’re breaking furniture. We either
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They stepped inside.Lights low. The quiet kind of quiet that felt permanent.Adam dropped the keys.He didn’t say anything. Just started to toe off his boots, slower than usual. Still waiting for the conversation that never came.He barely got one boot off before—His phone rang.Wilson.Adam stared at it for half a second, then picked up. “Yeah.”“Warehouse 14. Eastside. Thirty minutes. Bring a silencer.”Adam ran a hand down his face. “Not today.”“Excuse me?”Adam’s voice dropped. “I said I ain’t goin’.”“You gettin’ soft, or just stupid?”“You know what this is. You don’t skip a fuckin’ job because your little lawyer’s givin’ you those eyes.”Adam didn’t rise to it.“You pickin’ cock over orders now?”Adam’s jaw tightened. “You want it done fast, I'm sending Daz.”“You turnin’ into a liability, boy. Just today. Don’t push it.”And Adam hung up.Just like that.No apology.No explanation.From the kitchen, Clark’s voice drifted in—smooth, smug.“Oh, damn. Big guy stayed home to po
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Inside the holding room.Cassidy sat cuffed, but not cowed. The sentence hadn’t broken him. If anything, it gave him something solid to lean against.Arthur stepped in first—eyes a little too wide, posture unsure.Clark followed, still in control, suit crisp, gaze unreadable.They said nothing for a moment. Cassidy tilted his head. “You both came.”Arthur nodded. “Five years…”Cassidy looked at Clark. “And you?”Clark met his eyes. “I’ll be checking in. You’re not out of my hands yet.”Cassidy smirked faintly. “Didn’t figure I was.”Arthur watched between them like someone outside a conversation he couldn’t decode. “Will I be able to visit?”“We’ll work it out,” Clark said, still looking at Cassidy. “Once you’re processed.”The guard stepped forward.Clark turned. “Let’s go.”Arthur hesitated, but followed.Cassidy didn’t say goodbye.He just watched them leave.Outside the courthouse.The hallway buzzed. Press cameras clicked at a distance. Voices murmured, not loud enough to matter.
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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’
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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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