เข้าสู่ระบบ"What does it look like?" Frank asks, eyes twinkling. "We're getting you the fuck outta here." His eyes blow wide. "Y-you're-you guys are actually getting me out?" "Get dressed, ask questions later." Rico scowls, and Julian doesn't need to be told twice. His heart pounds as he pulls on the jeans and T-shirt Frank shoved into his hands. His body feels heavy, but the need to get out of this damn estate is stronger than the pain. Rico keeps his voice low and urgent as he finally zips the duffle bag shut. "We have to be fast. We only have ten minutes while the night shift guards go on break before the rotation. I'll get you through the vent you used to escape the last time. You should know your way straight to the back gate." "The back gate?" Julian's brow furrows. "But Enzo fixed it after last time." "I know. You don't have to tell me what Enzo is like." Rico's jaw is tight. "I know he added more guards and closed the space between the metals on the gate." "Don't worry ab
"Enzo is being selfish right now, and you know it!" Frank cuts him off. "You have two options to clear your conscience, Rico. You either find a way to give Julian a phone and this information, or you find a way to send this to Mr. Adams himself." He meets Rico's eyes. "You have to choose one, Rico." Rico is quiet for a long time. He stands completely still, staring at his fingers. Betraying Enzo has consequences that he doesn't know if he's willing to bear. He doesn't know if Julian is worth that much pain. He sighs and looks back up, his irises dark with guilt. "I-Frank, I'm sorry, but I can't. I can't choose." Frank frowns. "You have to do something, Rico. Enzo is growing unstable again, you can clearly see that. If anything happens to Julian, his blood is also going to be on you too." "I know, I know. It's just-" Rico pinches the bridge of his nose, lost in thought. Frank doesn't rush him. He sits quietly, letting Rico take his time with his conscience. Finally, after
"Rico, please...help me."Rico can't fucking look at the bed, eyes pinned to the tray of food Enzo ordered him to bring Julian for lunch.Julian is a whole mess. There's dried tears on his face, hair sticking to his temple and neck. But his eyes...they're completely dull and lifeless.Completely rid of that green fire they used to hold.Enzo had kept his promise and came back the moment the sun came out--right after supervising that Sephrina was sent back home with every medical supply she needed. He also got the hospital to provide an escort nurse that would attend to her at all times, as a peace offering to De Luca.After which he'd mumbled something about wanting to see if Julian had changed his mind about wanting to leave.Rico knew the Omega wouldn't have. No one in their right mind would want to stay with their mate if they knew they murdered their mother in cold blood.He wanted to tell Enzo that, but he couldn't. He didn't want Enzo's wrath on him instead.Maybe it's his fault
"Too fucking late. I already hate you!" Julian cuts in, eyes devoid of every bit of familiarity. "And if you have any bit of heart left in you, you'd let me leave this mansion without drama by dawn."The silence stretches between them after that, long and heavy.Julian stares at Enzo, waiting for a response, waiting for him to finally let him go. He fucking owes him that much after all."No."He blinks in shock. Then anger. "What the fuck do you mean, no?!""I-I can't let you go, Julian." Enzo breathes shakily. "I'm sorry, baby. I'm really sorry, but I can't let you go.""Enzo!!" He's screaming again now, grabbing the front of his shirt. "You are the reason I'm an orphan, do you even understand how much you've ruined my life!?"Enzo feels his heart break with every word. "But I gave you a better one, didn't I? And I'll continue to take care of you. I'll give you everything you want, anything you need. Just ask." He meets Julian's eyes, silver burning with the kind of intensity that ma
Enzo couldn't care less that his men are supposedly hooking up dead in the night in that moment. Without even so much as a glance at any of them, he storms out. Even from this distance, he can hear Sephrina screaming, "He killed your mother!! Your own partner murdered your mother in cold blood-" Her screaming is cut off when the door slams open. Enzo stands there with red, blazing eyes, murderous anger rolling off him in waves. The clothes he used to tie her down hang from her, completely torn, the gag from her mouth now resting loosely around her neck. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?!" He bellows, making her take an instinctive step back, but her chin stays up. "I'm just saying the truth. He deserves to know, Enzo." Enzo's response is an angry growl. An actual growl. Before, one second he's by the door; the next, he's on her. He snatches the table knife from the fruit tray on her bedside table as he pins her hard to the mattress with his full weight, pressing t
THIRTY MINUTES EARLIER. Rico never makes it to the guards' quarters. At 1:50 a.m., he hears someone knocking softly on his door. He assumes it's Enzo, so he steps out, only to find Frank standing there. "What are you doing here?" Frank doesn't answer with words. He grabs him by the front of his shirt and yanks him back into the room, kicks the door shut, and locks it in one smooth motion. "I couldn't wait anymore," Frank says against his mouth, already panting from need. "Besides, I wasn't sure you'd actually show up." Rico presses a hand against his temple, frustrated. "I wouldn't. This is a bad idea. I told you, and coming here is even worse. Enzo might--" "It's always Enzo, Enzo." Frank cuts him off, hand snaking down to cup Rico's half-hard dick through the fabric. "Tell me, what do YOU want?" Rico groans in response at the pressure against his bulge. He wants to so bad, but Enzo is gonna be pissed- A pair of soft lips pressing against his makes him instantly for
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 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







