Se connecterThe sixty-day order was not acceptable. Lennon understood, in the dry, lawyerly part of his brain that had been forcibly installed over the last year, that it was the legal reality. He understood Holloway was being meticulous, not hostile. He understood the home study was procedural, standard, the system doing exactly what the system was built to do.None of that made it acceptable. Understanding a thing and accepting it were, he'd discovered, two completely different muscles, and only one of them was currently working.Sixty days was sixty days of Luca in a care facility while the Marchetti network kept finding new and creative ways to make their lives worse. At this point Lennon assumed Clara had a whiteboard somewhere with a running tally.He found the attorney in the corridor outside the courtroom."We are not leaving him there for sixty days," he told her."The order is binding," she said, in the tone of someone repeating something she already knew wasn't going to land."Then we
Damien added two fingers, pushing them in alongside his tongue. He stretched Lennon open while still stroking his cock. He pulled his fingers out, spat on them, and pushed three back in, pumping steadily. Lennon’s moans got louder. Damien kept licking around his fingers, getting everything sloppy wet.Damien stood up and took off his own clothes. His thick cock was rock hard. He got back on the bed, lay on his side behind Lennon, and lifted one of Lennon's legs. He rubbed his cock against Lennon's wet hole, then pushed inside slowly until he was balls deep. Lennon groaned at the stretch.Damien fucked him in slow, deep strokes from behind, one arm wrapped around Lennon's chest. He kept the pace steady, pulling almost all the way out before sliding back in. His other hand stroked Lennon's cock in time with his thrusts. Lennon pushed back against him, moaning every time Damien filled him."Harder," Lennon said.Damien sped up, thrusting deeper. He reached up and put two fingers in Len
Roman turned around slowly, like a man who already knew what he was going to see and was just delaying the moment for principle's sake.He looked at the warrant. He looked at Archer, whose face was doing an impressive job of staying professionally blank, all things considered."Call the attorney," Roman said. Flat. Almost bored. The tone of a man mentally reorganizing his calendar rather than panicking."What's the charge?" Archer's voice had considerably less calm in it.The officer read it off like he was reciting a grocery list. Old case. Four years old. Dismissed back then — cleanly, or so everyone had assumed — and now resurrected this morning under some prosecutorial sleight of hand nobody saw coming.Roman's eyes found Lennon across the room."I know exactly who filed this," he said."Same network," Lennon said. It wasn't a question."Yes."The officers closed in on either side of him. Roman held his hands out before they even asked, which somehow made the whole thing worse — l
The recess lasted fifty-three minutes.The attorney used all fifty-three of them like she was being billed by the second, which, Lennon reflected, she probably was.She came back through the courtroom door with a folder tucked under one arm and the expression of a woman who had found exactly what she needed and was now sprinting to use it before some cosmic force could snatch it away again. She sat. She spread three pages across the table with the precision of someone dealing a winning hand."The doctor's name is Elliot Marsh," she said without preamble. "Licensed. Clean record, on paper. His practice is funded almost entirely through a private wellness investment group." She tapped the first page like it owed her money. "That group has exactly one primary donor.""Clara Voss," Lennon said. Of course it was. At this point he'd have been more surprised if a name came up in this case that wasn't Clara Voss. She was like mold — you found her behind every wall eventually."Yes." She held
The attorney arrived at the penthouse at nine sharp, already looking like she’d been awake since four. She spread the asset freeze paperwork across the kitchen island without waiting for an invitation, then glanced once at the portable crib Roman had somehow produced in under forty minutes. The baby was asleep inside it, one tiny fist curled against his cheek like the world hadn’t just tried to steal him twice in the same week.“The freeze was filed in the third district,” she said, sitting down. “Law firm connected to Marchetti through two layers of shell companies. They had the application ready before the birth. Filed it the second they confirmed delivery.”Archer leaned against the counter. “How the hell did they move that fast?”“Because they were waiting for this exact moment,” she answered. “The freeze is tied to a simultaneous custody petition. They’re claiming the child was born under a surrogacy arrangement they initiated.”“The contract with Dara,” Lennon said. His voice ca
The facility sat on the west side in a building that didn’t advertise what it actually was. Roman had peeled back the shell company in under four minutes while Damien drove like the road owed him something.“Front entrance has two on the door and one inside at reception,” Roman said, eyes on his tablet. “All contracted. Low-level. They’ll fold if real authority shows up, but they’ll fight if we push them directly.”Lennon didn’t take his eyes off the building as they passed it. “So we don’t push.”“South side has a staff entrance,” Roman continued. “Single door, no documented security rotation on the permit. They never expected anyone to know it existed.”“Because they thought they were untouchable,” Archer muttered from the back seat.Roman was already dialing. “Dr. Reyes. I need a legitimate medical authority at St. Christopher’s who can call this facility right now citing patient welfare and questionable consent documentation on a surrogate in early labor.”Dr. Reyes didn’t waste t
The evening ended the way good evenings ended, not with a specific moment but with a gradual gathering toward the door and the hugs that had weight in them.Evelyn held Lennon for a moment at the door.She did not say anything.She did not need to.The hotel room was exactly what a wedding night ho
Damien did not sleep.Lennon told him at one AM in the holding facility's visitation room. He told him plainly and in order the way he told everything that mattered.He watched Damien's face move through the specific sequence of a man receiving information he had not chosen.Damien said no four tim
Lennon had understood that already. He had understood it in the moment the door opened at the venue. He had looked at the four agents and thought: this is not over.The attorney came through the inner corridor door at forty minutes.She looked at the group. She looked at Lennon specifically."Sit d
Roman pulled out and moved up Archer’s body. He straddled his chest and pushed his cock into Archer’s mouth.Archer opened wide and sucked him eagerly. Roman fucked his mouth with short, deep strokes, holding his head steady. After a minute, he pulled out, moved back between Archer’s legs, and slam







