LOGINADAM. The text from Damien came right when I was going over the quarterly reports.I looked at it, finger poised over the screen, and almost deleted the message before reading it. Damien was known for sending over-dramatic messages about nothing, but today seemed to be dragging on. I flipped my phone upside down and tried to get my attention back on the figures on my desk. “I see you getting a message.” Zane broke into my reverie with that deep voice of his. I looked up, saw Zane staring at me above his laptop, his expression calm but curious in that way he always was when I was doing something wrong. “Damien,” I said to answer his question. “Tell me to go to the family hospital.” “Why does he need you there?” Zane asked, and I saw his hands freeze on the keyboard. “Ask him.”I took my phone and messaged him again. “What's wrong?”He was quick, typing back. “It’s about Cole.” I repeated the words like a robot half minded with worry. Zane sprang to his feet. "What happened
DAMIEN. I didn’t even say goodbye properly. The moment Cole’s voice reached my ears, I was on my way. Without hesitation, Raymond accompanied me outside our new home while all my blood pumped through my veins all the way to the main estate.I barged through the front door of the building and ran up the stairs two at a time, making my way directly to Cole’s chambers.The odor reached me first.Cole was kneeling down near the edge of the bed. His one arm was leaning against the mattress, while the other held on to some sort of trash can, and he retched, his whole body shuddering. Then he raised his head slightly to shoot me a glance that said: “about time”.“Finally,” he growled. “Help me.”I knelt next to him. “What is the matter with you?”“I think that I had something wrong for dinner.” Another dry heave. “Everything tastes like regret.”“Where is Adam?”“He’s working.”“And you didn’t call the maids? Jane? Zane?”Cole wiped the foam from his mouth with the back of his hand. “I d
DAMIEN. He reached up and laid his hand lightly over the front of my throat—he wasn’t pressing, just there. He kept pumping in that slow rhythm, his hips pressing hard against mine.His lips touched my ear.“Can you picture it,” he breathed out while he pumped into me over and over. “Me and you in our home, doing whatever you want.”The words hit me and I pressed back into him hard and took him as far as I could, my hand finding its way around to grab hold of his leg.He kept whispering into me and moving his body inside me in time to his whispers while his hand on my throat never stopped. His other hand went down and curled around my cock and moved in time to his thrusting.The pleasure came slowly and steadily and seemed never-ending. Every soft movement of his hips against my body took him to that spot inside of me and sent my breathing going fast. When I finally came it was like everything had gone sideways. My body clamped down on him as waves of ecstasy swept through me over
DAMIEN. I did hate to be alone. I hated it with every inch of my being.The house was too silent now that everyone had left and my phone lay face down on the coffee table taunting me into lifting it and making the call to Raymond. But not yet. I would not call Raymond after dropping that bomb and then sitting back and watching him freak out. Not me first.But I did feel guilty.I found Cole and Adam in the living room. Cole was lounging on the couch, drink in hand and Adam was scrolling through his phone. I plopped myself down on the armchair in front of them and did my best impression of someone trying to appear dignified."Tell me I'm not the problem," I said.Cole scoffed and didn't even bother looking up from his drink. "If it's a fight then you're the problem.”“Cole…” I called out sarcastically. He didn't even spare me a glance. “You're being such a big bitch." Adam turned to look at him. "Cole. Be nicer.""I'm not dissing him," Cole said, finally meeting my eyes. "I'm tryi
RAYMOND. The final signatures were done in less than twenty minutes.I was sitting across from the lawyer in the conference room with windows all around, signing everything that had been highlighted. The transfer of ownership and final payment. “Is there anything else?”“No, sir. Here are your keys, Mr. Wolfe,” the man said, handing me the card keys wrapped in a small black envelope. All done, I rose from my seat, shook hands with the man, and left the office, thinking if my name or Damien's should be written under the estate owner.There would be no more delays.Before driving to my new house, I made one last stop.Disinfectants and rusted metal were the smells in the room where one could visit inmates. Massimus was sitting on the opposite side of the room, hands shackled to the desk table in his jumpsuit which hung loosely from him. As soon as he saw me, he made an angry face.I lifted the phone on my end of the table.He grabbed his phone, making the cord tight. “You smug son of
RAYMOND. Draven’s right arm was already locked in my grip. One clean snap and it would be done. I tightened my hold. “Raymond—stop!” Charles’s voice cut through the night air like a blade. I froze. He came down the front steps fast, eyes locked on me. When he reached us he put his hand on my arm – light, but firm. “Let him go.” I looked at him for half a second. Then I opened my fingers. Draven hit the gravel hard. The second he was free he scrambled forward on his hands and knees and latched onto Charles’s leg like a drowning man. “Thank you – thank you – Charles, please…forgive me – I’m so sorry—” Charles didn’t pull away immediately. He just stared down at the mess of blood and tears clinging to his pants. “I can’t forgive you easily,” he said, voice quiet but steady. “It’s going to take time. A long time. But I never want to see your face again.” Draven’s shoulders shook harder. Charles lifted his eyes to me. “Let him live.” Then he turned his head and lo







