LOGINDamien flipped him onto his side, lay behind him, and entered him again. He wrapped one arm around Lennon's chest and fucked him with short, powerful thrusts. His other hand stroked Lennon's cock roughly. "Cum now," Damien said. Lennon moaned loud and shot thick ropes across the sheets. Damien kept fucking him through it, not slowing down.After Lennon finished, Damien pulled out, pushed him onto his back again, and straddled his waist. He stroked his own cock fast. Thick cum shot out across Lennon's stomach, chest, and neck. Damien groaned deep as he emptied everything.They lay on the bed afterward, breathing hard. Damien pulled Lennon against his chest and held him tight. Lennon stayed there, tension slowly leaving his body."I love you," Damien told him."I know," Lennon replied."We are going to get them back.""I know that too.”After a while of silence, Lennon broke the silence."Who has that kind of access," Lennon asked. "Not just to the clinic, to the code and the specific
Dr Reyes held the tablet and did not look away."The storage unit was accessed at three forty-seven AM," she told them. "Before the morning staff rotation. Before any authorized personnel arrived.""The access code," Roman pressed."Used correctly. No forced entry.""Someone had it.""Yes."“Who holds the code.""Three staff members. The clinic director. Myself." She set the tablet down. "The director did not authorize the access. Two staff members are present this morning, the third called in sick at six AM.""Twenty minutes after the timestamp," Archer noted from the door."Yes."Roman was already on his phone. He moved to the far end of the room without being asked.Lennon stood up.He walked to the window. He looked at the street. Ordinary Tuesday morning, people moving. A delivery truck idling at the corner, the city entirely indifferent.Damien came and stood beside him.Neither spoke for a moment."We get them back," Lennon said."Yes.""Whatever it costs.""Yes." Damien turned
Damien pushed Lennon's legs wider apart. He leaned over more and took Lennon's cock into his mouth in one go. He sucked hard, cheeks hollow, sliding all the way down until his nose hit pubic hair. Lennon groaned and grabbed Damien's head. Damien bobbed fast, sloppy wet sounds coming from his throat. Spit ran down Lennon's balls.While sucking, Damien shoved two fingers into his own mouth, got them dripping wet, then pushed them straight against Lennon's asshole. He rubbed the tight ring in circles before forcing both fingers inside. Lennon tensed then pushed back on them."Fuck yes," Lennon said, voice rough.Damien fucked him with the fingers, stretching the hole open while still sucking the cock deep. He curled his fingers and hit the spot inside that made Lennon’s legs shake. Lennon moaned nonstop now, hips moving between the mouth on his dick and the fingers in his ass.Damien pulled off the cock with a wet pop. Strings of spit connected his lips to the head. "Turn over. Ass up
The processing took three hours.Damien arrived at the precinct within twenty minutes of the arrest. He did not come inside. He stayed outside in the cold night air, pacing slowly while on the phone. His voice was low and controlled, the specific tone he used when pulling strings he had not needed to use in a long time but had always kept ready.The attorney arrived at the forty-minute mark.She was a sharp woman in her late forties, dressed in a dark coat. She sat across from Lennon in the small processing room. The fluorescent lights buzzed above them.“Vehicle,” she said simply.“I know,” Lennon replied.“You were specifically instructed to stay in the vehicle.”“I know.”“The Whitfield agreement..”“Is the agreement still intact?” Lennon asked, cutting her off.She held his gaze for a long moment.“Yes. Barely,” she said. “Whitfield received a call forty minutes ago from a contact I will not name. The man you hit has declined to press charges. He has also declined to provide his n
The window had been unlocked from the inside.Roman said it twice, not because Lennon had not heard it. Because the implication needed to be said twice."She let someone in," Lennon said."Or she left voluntarily," Roman said. "We do not know which yet.""She told us she was not withdrawing.""Yes. She did." Roman held his gaze. "People say things they mean at nine PM. Circumstances change.""She was not frightened enough to leave voluntarily," Lennon said. "She was frightened enough to stay and fight it. You saw her face.""I saw her face," Roman said. "I also see an unlocked window at three AM."Lennon looked at the window in question. Second floor, the latch was in the open position, no damage to the frame. The screen had been removed from the inside and was leaning against the wall below the sill"Someone was in contact with her," Lennon said. "Before last night. Someone she responded to."Damien was in the doorway."Marchetti uses contractors," he said. "Specific ones. They do no
They moved Elena the following morningThe safe house was a property Roman held through a subsidiary that had no traceable connection to the Grayson name. Clean apartment, secure building, a code on the door that changed every forty-eight hours. Sasha would stay on-site. A second contact would rotate through.Elena sat in the new kitchen with her hands around a cup of tea and looked at the group."I want to understand what is happening," she said."Someone knows about the surrogacy," Roman said. "The note was not opportunistic. It was specific. Which means the information leaked from somewhere in the chain…the agency, the consultation, a document.""The agency is confidential," Elena said."Confidential is not the same as secure," Roman said. "I am not suggesting the agency is compromised. I am saying information moves and we need to identify the point of movement.""How long have you known about the opposition," Elena said."Since the anonymous photograph," Lennon said. He looked at
Chapter 55Lennon had found it hard to concentrate in school the whole day. He’d been so uneasy. Even his hands shook. He waited for Archer to get back to him. Somehow, he trusted that Archer would handle it. Lennon hated this. He hated the fact that he couldn’t do anything. He hated the fact that
Lennon was curled on Damian’s couch, the feeling of belonging settling deep in his chest like warm honey. His legs were tucked under one of Damian’s oversized hoodies, the hem pooling around his thighs, sleeves tugged down over his hands until only the tips of his fingers peeked out. The penthouse
Chapter 52Damian was alone in the penthouse gym when the phone rang again. He’d ignored it the first time, hoping the caller would take the hint and leave him be. He clenched his teeth in irritation. He’d been on the heavy bag for forty minutes. Each punch landed with a dull, rhythmic *thud, thud,
An email landed in Cole’s inbox at 8:17 a.m. on a Tuesday, with no subject line and no sender name—just a blank address string and an attachment. He opened it the same way he would open any other, with little to no interest. He sat in his office, door closed, blinds drawn against the morning glare,







