INICIAR SESIÓNJulian feels like his heart is about to implode. No one looks away from their phones, not even once. The Omega companions are staring at him, some of them mock him outrightly, while the other ones seem to pity him. Pity? He hates that expression so damn much. No, he's the one that should be pitying them. Enzo's been good to him. Been sweet the past five days-- he wouldn't do something so cruel to him. Right? An older man seated at the next table accidentally-- or maybe he does it on purpose-- plays his video at full volume. The audio cuts through Julian like a knife. "Please... please let me go, I can't take it anymore." The voice is unmistakably Julian's, desperate and breathless. It goes on for a few seconds, before the man fumbles to mute it. Julian freezes mid-breath, blood draining from his face. That is his voice, he knows it deep in his bones. He would remember that night in the next ten years to come. He squeezes his eyes shut, praying to anyone listening th
Peter stands in front of them, grinning ear to ear like he has a secret that could ruin them. Which technically, he does. His eyes stay locked in Enzo for a beat, before slowly his eyes land on Julian. Oh, oh. This is the first time he's seen the Omega in person, and wow. It's no wonder Enzo's so obsessed. He rakes over Julian with blatant appreciation, before he extends a hand, completely ignoring Enzo. "Well, well. Nice to finally meet the infamous Julian. I've heard so much about you." Peter's gaze drops shamelessly, taking in Julian piece by piece, as though assessing the value of something he'd like to own. "Even more stunning than I thought. Enzo's taste has improved, I see." Enzo's hand tightens on Julian's waist, his pheromones spiking with anger. "Peter," he growls in warning. Peter? He looks older than Enzo-- Julian notes, but with a sharp masculine edge. Peter chuckles, unfazed. "What? Can't a man admire? The tension between the both of them is so
The inside is nothing like the outside. It's a luxury hall yes, but it looks completely empty. Cold, no one would even blink an eye from the outside. But the interior? Julian's jaw drops. It's the most expensive, beautiful thing he's ever seen. Again, he's surprised to see so many younger people here. He had expected old men, white hairs-- but most of them are at MOST, early fifties. A young woman in the corner even looks as young as him, though she appears more like a companion, than the heir to a mafia empire herself. That's when he also seems to realize that almost every alpha is holding a companion, and they're all dressed to impress. It's like a subtle power play of some sort. It should offend him in some way, being paraded around like a trophy. But looking at the other omegas here, he can see exactly why Enzo brought him. He smirks, feeling confident. If Enzo wanted a trophy tonight, Julian would make damn sure he was the brightest one there. He lets Enzo h
Julian arches into it, as embarrassing as it sounds. He went from being an untouched omega to getting railed by Enzo's massive cock every chance he gets. Anyone would fucking get addicted to it. Not when the monster keeping you captive is so damn good in bed. That's what Julian tells himself. That's the reason he gives himself for how restless he feels every time he thinks Enzo would push in. Instead, the Alpha just teases with the blunt head, and pulls away. "I-" Julian is a shivering mess now. "Enzo, just put it in already!" He's a wet, shivering mess. His hole is leaking slick, cock is soaking precum into his shirt. Enzo chuckles darkly behind him, slapping his ass with his massive cock. Before letting it slide through the wet crack, teasing as it catches on the rim, before pulling back. "F-fuck! Enzo, stop... playing!" Julian cries softly, legs trembling. "W-what do you want from me?" "I want you to beg." Stubborn as ever, he shakes his head. "You're the one tha
"Dear Enzo Moretti, You are cordially invited to an exclusive evening hosted by the city's most influential underworld families. Attendance is by invitation only, and safety is completely assured. You may bring one companion. Formal attire is" mandatory. Your presence is highly expected. Ah, of course. The gala hosted once twice a month, bringing everyone from the underground world, together. Enzo hated attending the galas. Especially the one hosted by the Ashford family --everyone was fake smiles and backhanded comments the entire night. But he needed to be there. The best deals are always struck there, grudges aired, and after the entire mess with Elios, Kane and Peter, Enzo needed to show that he is still on top of things. Moreso, he needs to bring a plus one. His thoughts immediately turn to Julian, who's been locked inside th estate for a week now. Enzo decides he's going take him. -- Later in the afternoon, after rounding up a few zoom meetings, Enzo fi
Enzo and his convoy drives back into the estate at exactly seven am. The household staff stirs around hi-- all shaken from everything that's happened the last week. Enzo dismisses them after a few words, before calling Marco and Rico to his office. "Do a full sweep on every staff in this estate" he orders. They nod immediately, though their faces are etched with exhaustion as he continues. "Every man in our ranks. Every alliance from here to Italy. No one is excluded no matter how big." "Yes boss." "Call all our contacts. Round off the edges--quietly. No loose threads." Marco nods. "Understood, boss. But we might need to contact your family...." "Do whatever it takes!" Enzo's jaw tightens, ignoring the small dread that comes with having to deal with his family. "But start with THAT 'room'. I want to know exactly how Elios had access to those recordings." They discuss for a few more minutes, before finally he dismisses them with a curt wave, ignoring the persistent thr
Enzo still stands in the middle of the dimly lit interrogation room, when the report comes back. He skims through it hurriedly--already at the end of his rope, but his brow furrows when he finds nothing. Apparently, Elios has been pretending to be Eli for so long, there's no record of the real
Enzo returns to the mansion just before dawn, blood seeping heavily through the cloth pressed against his left arm. Enzo can't go to the hospital, he always has his appointments in the estate's fully equipped medical suit. So just a few blocks away from the werehouse, a call has already been made
Enzo marches through the abandoned shipyard, boots crunching over broken glass and rusted metal. The night air is cold and damp off the river, carrying the faint smell of salt and decay. The location pin from Kane had led them directly here– a perfect trap if he had walked in blind. But Enzo is d
"Look at him..." A random Beta from the corner mumbles, watching Julian struggle with a crate. He wipes the sweat from his brow, breathing hard under the dim lights of the old warehouse near the Los Angeles River. The air is thick with the smell of rust, seawater, and stale cigarettes. He's be







