LOGINDeath is something completely inevitable. No matter how rich, how powerful, how strong you are--you will die one day. That's something Julian always repeated to himself over the years whenever he would miss his mother. But today, seeing Cedric's body fall to the ground, eyes wide open, completely unmoving, Julian can't stop the sinking, dreadful feeling that he's probably next. His whole body shakes in the metal chair as Enzo stalks up to him slowly, his gun still in one hand. Shit. Julian tries to blink back his tears, but it's useless. The only person who could've cleared his name is now being wrapped inside a body bag. And with the look in Enzo's eyes, he knows he'll end up not much different...The other guards watch in horror as Enzo grabs Julian by the neck, slamming him against the wall. Julian gasps and chokes, fingers digging into Enzo's hand, trying to get him to let go. But it's useless. He can't fucking breathe. He keeps drawing in air, but the hand clamped tightly
HOURS EARLIER.A man with a butterfly tattoo on his lower arm, wearing a black hoodie and black jeans, stands alone in an abandoned alleyway, his phone shaking in his hand."Sephrina!" He hisses into the speaker, glancing around the alley like he's scared of something. "One of my friends just contacted me. Some strange men have been asking around with a picture of me. They're showing it in the bars near the docks, even at the motel I used last week. It looks like Enzo's people already know who I am."There's a short pause on the other end before Sephrina finally hums. She sounds completely bored and uninterested."So what do you want me to do? That's not my problem. I already paid you fair and square."Cedric grinds his jaw. This fucking bitch."That's not the point. They're closing in. If you don't help me get out of the city tonight, Sephrina, I swear to God I'll tell them everything. That you're the one who hired me. That this whole thing was your idea."The line goes dead for a fe
Enzo Moretti is the kind of name that made men shake in fear. Julian is no exception. He had almost crapped himself when he overheard his father trying to sell him to Enzo. And since moving in, he has seen exactly why. Enzo is ruthless. He kills and tortures people who dare to cross him without an ounce of remorse. He has seen Enzo shoot men down, torture them endlessly... But never in his life did he think he would be made to face 'that' ruthless Enzo one day. He doesn't struggle as Rico continues to lead him into the dim, cold space of the torture house. The air smells of metal, blood, and fear. His wrists still ache from the cuffs, every step makes his legs shake. His hole still throbs everytime he moves. Inside the torture room, he looks around, trying to find Enzo through the dim lighting, but his eyes fall on a man hanging in the center of the room instead. The Alpha is suspended by his wrists, feet barely touching the ground, body is covered in deep cuts and da
Julian's whole body feels like lead. He struggles to open his eyes through the pounding headache and the lingering ache in his entire body. Fuck. Everything hurts. But not as much as his heart when he tries to stretch and realizes he's been cuffed to the bed. Again. What the actual fuck!? He tries to shake his hand a few times, surely he's just dreaming and Enzo didn't really chain him up again. Not after everything they've been through. But it's very real. Every time he moves, the loud clang of cuffs hitting against the headboard echoes through the room. Enzo is taking things too far now... He looks around the room frantically, ignoring the cold metal biting into his wrists every time he moves. "Enzo!" he screams, feeling rage unlike never before. "Enzo, this isn't fucking funny! You've already punished me, what more do you fucking want!?" No answer. The room is quiet except for his own ragged breathing. Enzo just tied him up and left him in his room, nowhere to be
Enzo stands alone in the room, towel hanging low around his waist, forehead pressed against the tiled wall, fists clenched so tight his knuckles ache. The image won't leave his head-- Julian half-undressed, the fresh marks that aren't his scattered across pale skin, the unmistakable scent of another Alpha clinging to him. The rage flooding his veins is so hot it feels like it's eating through his ribs. Fuck!! He grabs the thing nearest to him-- the crystal decanter on the side table, and throws it against the wall. The sound is loud in the room, but it does nothing to quench the rage inside him. He wants to kill something. Someone, he has never felt rage like this before. Not from people betraying him, not even from when his father humiliated him in front of his investors all those years ago-- and he'd been raging mad about this too. This rage is different. This rage is insatiable. This rage makes him want to go back into that bathroom and fuck Julian until he collaps
Enzo doesn't give him a chance to speak.The second the glass door slides shut, he spins Julian around and shoves him hard against the wet wall, using his body weight to keep him pressed against the wet shower glass.Julian feels like he can't fucking breathe. Enzo's skin is burning hot behind him, hot water pouring down relentlessly on them, and he can't see through the heavy steam.All he can feel is Enzo's thick length sliding against the cleft of his ass.Fuck, no, he's still so damn sore.He cries out in a shaky voice, "Enzo, wait, please, you know I'm still sore, please!"But Enzo doesn't answer.He just yanks the soft pajama pants down roughly, shoving them to mid-thigh. Then hooks his hand under Julian's right knee and hauls it high, pinning the leg over his own arm so Julian is forced wide open against the glass.He can't even move in this position, Enzo's weight pressing his cock and cheek hard against the glass.Two thick fingers push into him at once without warning. And J
The open-plan of his new room is pure luxury:. The bathroom itself larger than his entire childhood home. But none of it comforts him. He slips away the moment the men's footsteps fade, bare feet padding silently over heated floors. He goes through the new drawers, finding clothes and shoes in
Julian's eyes slowly open to the cool touch of latex gloves between his thighs. His wrists are restrained to the headboard of the massive bed in a luxury suite, arms stretched above his head. Soft morning light filters through the floor-to-ceiling windows, but even the view feels like a taunt.
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







