LOGIN“In that case, you are most welcome,” Sir Sinclar remarked graciously.
“Thank you, Sir,” I replied with a light bow. He nodded and was about to turn when I moved forward with an eager step. “Would it be overextending if I asked for a tour, Sir? However brief,” I requested humbly, my hands clasped before me, facing the father.
He turned back, a gentle smile on his face. His eyes slid to his son, then to me, “I’m sure Adrian –”
“Oh, no, Sir,” I cut in excitedly, taking another step toward the elder. “This is YOUR house, and I am honored to be able to visit. Please, if you don’t mind,” I pressed politely, courteously, my gaze never leaving my client’s.
The old man smiled in that way fathers and grandfathers do. The smile of a man who had sons he was not close to, or able to reach the way he would have liked, and was only too happy to engage with males of similar age with his progeny.
But usually couldn’t because younger men were not accessible, withou
“Sir Sinclair, I’m ready to leave,” I announced courteously, like any respectable guest.The elderly man glanced up and checked the clock beside the door. “So soon?” he remarked.“Yes. I’ve given him a lot to look over. I’m sure the coming weeks are going to be trying for him, but he’s a hard worker and has a sharp mind,” I replied politely.“Yes. He really does,” the father remarked proudly. “Thank you for taking the time. I truly appreciate it,” he continued graciously.Sir Sinclair was a real gentleman.“It’s the least I can do,” I replied evenly, offering a small smile.He stared at me, his own smile receding, his expression tightening. “Leon,” he rumbled.“Sir?” I replied neutrally.“Leon. He is…a problem for you?” he asked hesitantly, like a man who knew the answer to his question but needed to hear a response.“Sir, Leon is a problem for everybody,” I replied casually. “Two hundred million can reduce a lot of pain
Barefoot, he was slightly taller than me. Only slightly.His face said it all. I smiled. “Nothing more,” I repeated calmly. “Just two guys who need each other, from time to time,” I stated smoothly, holding his damp gaze.His eyes were clear. His paleness reduced, but there was a sadness, a doubt.I pushed a little more. “When we talked, over the phone, you said you don’t want anybody to know.”He stared at me.“I thought that was kinda…,” I let my voice drift off. A look passed over his face, like it was about to twist but he had stopped it from doing so.I tilted my head to the side and gave a half-shrug, my move with Marcus when I wanted to get something that was not too serious, but that he was not so interested in giving.“If you need me, I’m here,” I said, with a small smile, holding his gaze. I gave it two seconds, then I turned toward the door.He grabbed my face and kissed me with the force of someone who hadn’t done i
“In that case, you are most welcome,” Sir Sinclar remarked graciously.“Thank you, Sir,” I replied with a light bow. He nodded and was about to turn when I moved forward with an eager step. “Would it be overextending if I asked for a tour, Sir? However brief,” I requested humbly, my hands clasped before me, facing the father.He turned back, a gentle smile on his face. His eyes slid to his son, then to me, “I’m sure Adrian –”“Oh, no, Sir,” I cut in excitedly, taking another step toward the elder. “This is YOUR house, and I am honored to be able to visit. Please, if you don’t mind,” I pressed politely, courteously, my gaze never leaving my client’s.The old man smiled in that way fathers and grandfathers do. The smile of a man who had sons he was not close to, or able to reach the way he would have liked, and was only too happy to engage with males of similar age with his progeny.But usually couldn’t because younger men were not accessible, withou
I had waited for him, gone to battle for him, and here he was, without a worry. He had been fine. I had risked myself, my gang, for him, and what was he saying? What was he doing?Barry bellowed. Shaw cursed. He, my avatar, the only good thing in my world, silently took everything my men, my shields, had to offer. Then, he walked toward the door, toward me, to leave.My guys didn’t give him room to get near me. He glanced at me, and I stared at him, no feeling in my body, but a ringing in my ears. That expression crossed again.I felt ill. Even when bullets flew past my head last night, I had not felt like this.His eyes left mine, and he walked out. Walked away. I watched him disappear. Just as he had from that day when he had gotten in the cab, and I had told Barry to get me everything on Ralis.I watched him vanish from my sight.Barry caught me as the ground shifted.Shaw called for someone or something.I turned back to wh
How the fuck was Jay tied to someone with that type of money and access to the fucking government?I get that he’s loaded, a billionaire for fuck’s sake, but how could my guys, even the hackers I paid good money to, not be able to get me any real info on him?And more still, where was Jay? He shouldn’t be running around, not with this fucking bastard with the type of hard-on the fucker had for Jay, in every way that mattered.Had that fucker found him, taken him somewhere? Was he safe, or was he locked in some fucking basement on an island in the middle of nowhere?Such thoughts wailed on me, running through my mind, day in and day out. worse than the early days of Jay’s disappearances. Worse than anything I had felt in over a decade.Then, last night happened. My guys were still looking into what that was and how such an attack had gone down in my place. An army with weapons had gotten into a packed club and shot up the place, with civilians insid
When the attackers entered Marcus’ club, my team and I were already inside. It was a regular nightclub. Loud music, dim lighting, lots of drinking, lots of dancing. There were no cameras in the joint, which served my side excellently well.Whatever the results of the night, only eyewitness reports could be made to either side’s bosses.The lights were shut off at exactly 11 p.m., and their plan jumped off.My group was ready.I had gone into the building hours before the attack with two teammates. We had accessed the club through the roof and had stayed hidden until the party started.We were fully covered, with masks on and dressed in black gear from head to toe. Thanks to the build of Marcus’ gang and the men I selected, I wouldn’t stand out.To further hide our presence, my guys released smoke in the room just before we joined the fray. It was something similar to teargas and would cause breathing difficulty for anyone without a gas mask.







