登入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
"Full city lockdown," Enzo orders, "Every port, every highway, every safehouse we control. Surveillance on every camera in Los Angeles--traffic, private, even the damn ATMs. Marco, coordinate with our contacts in the police. Rico, mobilize every man we have. I want Elios before sunrise. Alive." As his 'remaining' men slowly file out, Enzo stays standing the middle of his estate, blood boiling at the entire ruckus. If Elios had managed to slip away from his mansion while on lockdown, that means he had more help than Enzo had thought. Moreso, he'd been worried Elios would try to harm Julian as revenge. Thankfully he was safe and sound in his room, though he demanded so many answers that Enzo wasn't ready to answer. He imagines it was Julian that went missing suddenly. Even with his stubborn tendencies-- he would still turn Los Angeles over looking for him. He realizes how unfair he'd been toward Eli, but one Omega for all this turmoil wasn't worth it. Any Omega asides Julian th
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 Eli's death. Enzo scowls at them. "This all?" They nod apologetically. "Yes boss." He turns back to face Elios who's still watching them with amusement. His lips are pulled into a wide smile, "Guess you'll have to ask me then..." he bites out. "Not everything can be found with money, Enzo." Enzo's silver gaze tightens, jaw clenched tight. Elios is clearly playing with him, and he's fucking tired. "Talk," Enzo demands, pressing the barrel of his gun against Elios temple. "You want me to pay? You want me to feel guilt? Then tell me what the fuck I'm paying for!?" For the first time since, the younger man's eyes shows a flicker of fear, but he quickly masks it. He presse
Julian huddles in the back booth of a dingy diner in Silver Lake, the morning light barely cutting through grimy windows. His friend, Marcus, an unbonded Beta who works odd jobs in the market, slides a coffee across the table. "You look like hell, Jules. That ankle's twice the size it should be. W
Julian wakes to sunlight slicing through the half-open curtains of the hotel suite. His body aches everywhere--deep bruises on his hips, a bite mark throbbing on his neck, and a raw soreness between his legs that makes every shift painful. The sheets cling to his skin, sticky with the remnants of la
Julian stands in the middle of an opulent suite of the five-star hotel in downtown Los Angeles. He still can't believe he agreed to this-- not like he really had a choice. It was either an attractive mafia lord, or getting gang raped by a group of dirty Alphas. Fuck his life. Behind him, Enz
"Finally getting rid of that useless Omega upstairs," his father snorts, clinking glasses with his guests like they were sealing a business deal. "Little shit's been a drain since his mother died. But tonight? He'll pay my debts in full." Julian's stomach drops where he's pressed against the worn o







