로그인The sound was everywhere. It filled every corner of his consciousness, the building shook violently. Lennon felt himself being thrown through the air. He hit the ground hard. The impact knocked the breath out of his lungs completely, his vision went dark for a moment.He opened his eyes. The room was dark, the dust was thick. The air was heavy and hard to breathe, he couldn't see anything."Damien!"No response.He tried to move. His body screamed in protest. His leg was pinned under a heavy piece of debris, the pain was intense and radiating."Damien!"Silence.He pushed against the debris. It didn't move, he pushed again, harder this time. The muscles in his arms burned.It shifted slightly.He pushed again. It moved again.He pulled his leg free. The pain was excruciating, he ignored it. He had to find his family.He stood up. The room was unrecognizable. The walls were gone, the ceiling was gone. The old machines were twisted metal."Damien!"He heard a small cry. A familiar cry
The penthouse had become a war room. Maps covered every available surface. Phones buzzed constantly with updates and reports. People moved through the space with purpose and urgency. The air was thick with tension and fear.Lennon stood at the table. He had been awake for forty-eight hours straight. His eyes were heavy and red-rimmed. His mind was sharp despite the exhaustion, he couldn't afford to rest not while his son was out there.Damien was on the phone. He was coordinating with the team. His voice was low and controlled, the calm was a mask. Everyone could see through it."The location is confirmed. An abandoned factory on the east side. Kessler has been using it as his base of operations, it’s heavily guarded."Lennon looked at the map. "How many guards?""At least a dozen. Maybe more, we have reports of additional security on the perimeter.""We need a plan."Damien set the phone down. "We have a plan, we go in hard and fast. We get Luca out. Everything else is secondary."Le
The next morning brought a new kind of chaos.Lennon was in the kitchen. He was making coffee, his hands were shaking so badly he could barely hold the pot.Damien came in from the study. His face was hard, his jaw was tight."We have a problem."Lennon looked at him. "What?""The enemy has issued another demand. They're demanding a public divorce, they want it on the news. They want it witnessed by the entire world."Lennon set the coffee down. "We already said no.""They're giving us twelve hours."Lennon felt the weight of it pressing down on him. "What do we do?"Damien was quiet for a moment. "We need to think about this."Lennon stared at him. "Think about what?""About the demand."Lennon moved closer. "You're not actually considering it."Damien was quiet for a moment. "I'm considering everything. Every option and possibility."Lennon felt his heart break. "Damien."Damien met his eyes. "I need to think about what's best for Luca. What's best for our son.""Luca needs his pare
The hospital waiting room was cold. The fluorescent lights hummed overhead with a constant buzzing sound. The plastic chairs were uncomfortable and hard and the air smelled like antiseptic, fear and desperation.Lennon sat in the corner. He had been there for hours, he hadn't moved from that spot. He hadn't slept, hadn't eaten. He just waited.Damien was beside him. His hand was on Lennon's knee. His face was pale, his eyes were red-rimmed from exhaustion."They've been in surgery for three hours."Lennon looked at him. "I know.""They said he lost a lot of blood. They said it was touch and go for a while.""I know."Damien was quiet for a moment. "He's going to be okay.""How do you know?""Because he has to be. He can't die, not after everything we've been through."Lennon was quiet for a moment. "He's strong.""Yes. He's the strongest person I know."The doors swung open. The doctor walked out. His scrubs were stained with blood, his face was tired. He had been in surgery for hour
The search began immediately. Lennon and Damien coordinated with the team. They tracked the woman, they followed the leads. They worked through the night without stopping.By morning, they had a location."She's in the city." Roman's voice came through the speaker. He was still recovering from his surgery. "She's staying at a hotel on the east side."Lennon grabbed his jacket. "Let's go.""We can't just rush in.""We don't have a choice."Damien grabbed his arm. "We need a plan."Lennon looked at him. "Then make one."The hotel was small, tucked between two larger buildings. The lobby was dim, the carpet was worn. The receptionist looked bored.Lennon stood by the elevator. Damien was beside him, the team was positioned around the building."Third floor. Room 312."Damien nodded. "Let's go."They took the stairs. The corridors were quiet, the doors were closed. The carpet was stained.Room 312.Lennon knocked. The door opened, The woman from the photo stood there. She was tall with a
The penthouse was under siege. Not by armed men. The footage of Lennon from his kidnapping was everywhere. Every news channel played it, every social media feeds shared it. Every conversation was about it.Lennon stood in the living room. The television was off. He couldn't watch it anymore. He had seen enough, the footage showed him in the warehouse. It showed him talking to his captors. It made him look like he was working with them.Damien was at the window. His back was to the room. His shoulders were tight, he hadn't spoken in an hour."Damien. Look at me."Damien turned. His face was hard. His eyes were cold, the warmth that usually lived there was gone."The footage.”Lennon moved closer. "It's not real. You know that."Damien shook his head. "I know what I saw.""What you saw was edited. They took pieces of the truth and twisted them, they made it look like something it wasn't."Damien was quiet for a moment. "They made it look like you were working with them."Lennon felt the
DAMIEN Damien had to admit it—he liked this new version of Lennon.The pissy moods suited him. The way his lower lip would jut out just a fraction when something grated on him, the way his dark lashes would lower like storm clouds rolling in, the sudden spark of fire behind those usually soft, wa
LENNON It was dark when Lennon's eyes cracked open.His bedroom lights were never off.Had he been–His brain finally registered the scent that enveloped him, then he realized where he was. And the reason he had come there.The penthouse bedroom was hushed except for the distant constant hum of tr
Damien's POVDamien paced the hallway outside his bedroom like a caged animal.The corridor was too narrow for the energy boiling under his skin; each turn felt clipped, boots scuffing the dark oak with sharp, frustrated sounds. The door stayed shut. Locked from the inside. Lennon had slammed it ha
Chapter 39Saturday morning arrived just like every other—with excitement.There was no stupid alarm to wake Lennon up. No lecture to rush to.He finally cracked his eyes open when his phone buzzed against the nightstand wood: gentle but insistent, like someone tapping on a window.He rolled over







