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THE TIES THAT BINDS US. Chapter 62
The city lights fractured into halos of gold and white as Matthew ran, the rain soaking into his bones like guilt he couldn’t shake. Each drop stung his skin, slicing across his face, mingling with the tears he refused to acknowledge. London was cruel tonight—unforgiving, metallic. The kind of cold that made you feel unwanted, unloved, like the city itself was conspiring to punish you for hoping. His breaths came in harsh, uneven bursts, steam curling from his lips only to be swallowed by the night. His soaked shirt clung to his chest like a second skin, tightening with each gasping inhale, as though his very breath betrayed him. His heart wasn’t just beating—it was warring. Pounding like it wanted to break through his ribs and run ahead of him. Leave him behind. Escape the agony. But there was nowhere to escape to. Because the chaos wasn’t behind him. It lived inside him. He wasn’t just lost in the maze of empty alleys and neon-glazed sidewalks. He was lost in himself. A ruin of
THE TIES THAT BINDS US. Chapter 61
The city of London unfolded like a gray, restless canvas beneath a sky that seemed as heavy as a thousand unsaid words. The streets buzzed with life—taxi cabs, hurried pedestrians, the soft whoosh of distant trains—but to Matthew, it all felt like a world away. He sat there, perfectly still, across from Lucian in the quiet hum of the restaurant. His fingers traced the rim of his untouched wine glass, the red liquid and a mockery of the pulse he couldn’t feel in his veins. The warm lights in the room should’ve felt comforting, but they only amplified the emptiness that clawed at his chest.Lucian, with his perfectly styled hair and confident, easy smile, was everything Matthew should have wanted. He was charming, effortlessly so, with a laugh that rang out like the chime of a bell—light, carefree, and disarming. He spoke about his day, about the little joys and challenges of work, about his plans for the weekend. Every word was polished and thoughtful. He was decent. He was kind. He wa
THE TIES THAT BINDS US. Chapter 60
“Matthew left the country.”The words fell from Jordan’s mouth like a guillotine’s drop—quiet, measured, but devastating in its certainty. He didn’t raise his voice. He didn’t need to. Each syllable carried weight, striking the air with the cold finality of something that could not be reversed.The room held its breath.For a moment, everything stood still—as though time itself refused to move forward. The silence that followed was thick and immediate, coiling around them like smoke from a fire that had burned everything to ash. It settled in their lungs, made breathing feel like a task too great.Jordan remained steady. His shoulders squared, back straight, but there was a flicker in his eyes—something not quite hidden. Pity, maybe. Or guilt carefully disguised as indifference. A muscle twitched in his jaw as he inhaled slowly, then exhaled with purpose, as if the act of speaking again required preparation.“He’s gone to London.”A pause.Then, softer—“Said he needed space. Needed t
THE TIES THAT BINDS US. Chapter 59
Noah wasn’t expecting a knock.Not at this hour. Not when the world outside had already sunk into stillness, swallowed whole by the hush of midnight. The city’s pulse had dulled, the streets mute, even the wind unwilling to stir. Inside, the quiet was heavier—suffocating. A silence that pressed against his ears, loud with everything he didn’t want to hear. The room around him held the aftermath of a day gone wrong. Ashtrays full. Whiskey sharp in the air. Regret soaking into the walls like cigarette smoke.He barely twitched when the first knock came.But the second hit harder.The sharper, louder—like it had teeth. A rhythm too precise to be random. Not a drunk neighbor. Not someone lost. It had intent. It had weight. Like whoever was on the other side already knew they wouldn’t be turned away.Noah exhaled through clenched teeth, dragged his body upright with the sluggish resistance of someone too used to feeling heavy. His temples throbbed, a dull beat behind his eyes. His muscles
THE TIES THAT BINDS US. Chapter 58
"That was too much! He helped save your life!"Jordan’s voice pierced the stillness, sharp and full of disbelief, echoing off the cold walls as he halted just a step behind Matthew. His frustration wasn't just in the words—it pulsed through his stance, his clenched jaw, his narrowed eyes.Matthew didn’t flinch. He stood completely still, his back to the room, framed by the large window that looked out into a sky swallowed whole by night. Streetlights flickered in the distance, blurred by the mist on the glass. He didn’t blink. Didn’t breathe. The silence pressed in, thick as fog.The darkness beyond the glass reflected everything he couldn’t say—confusion, conflict, fear. And something else. Something heavier."I know," he whispered.It came out like a breath that had been held too long, his voice dry and small, almost devoured by the stillness in the room.Jordan’s expression softened, but only slightly. He took a step closer, his tone lowering but edged with urgency. "Then talk to h
THE TIES THAT BINDS US. Chapter 57
Outside the Hospital – Adrian’s RestraintAdrian stood alone beneath the buzzing glow of a flickering street lamp, its yellow light casting long shadows over the hospital parking lot. Leaning against the driver’s side of his car, he crossed his arms over his chest, his posture rigid. The cool metal pressed into his back, but he barely felt it. His fists—bruised and swollen from the fight with Noah—remained balled tight at his sides, hidden beneath the folds of his coat.But it wasn’t his hands that hurt the most.It was a shame. The fury still thrumming through his veins, coiled like a viper behind his ribs, begging for release. His jaw clenched as he stared across the lot toward the glowing entrance of the hospital. The doors slid open and shut for strangers who didn’t matter. Who didn’t bleed for the boy inside.He could break the rules. Again. Storm through those doors and make someone talk. Bribe the front desk. Threaten a nurse. Drag a doctor by the collar until someone gave him
THE TIES THAT BINDS US. Chapter 56
Inside the Hospital – DawnThe sterile white light of dawn crept in through the half-closed blinds, casting soft, uneven shadows across the quiet hospital room. It is filtered through the slats in narrow beams, striping the floor and catching faintly on the cold, metallic edges of the equipment. Everything smelled faintly of antiseptic and sleep, of machines keeping time in place. The steady beeping was the only indication the world hadn’t stopped completely.But for Jordan, it had.He sat slouched in the chair beside Matthew’s bed, his posture sagging with the weight of fatigue and something heavier—helplessness. The dark circles under his eyes were bruised into his skin, his lips chapped, his shirt wrinkled from a sleepless night spent keeping vigil. His fingers, once clenched into anxious fists, now hung limp over his thighs. His head had gradually slumped forward, resting against the mattress near Matthew’s still, pale hand. His breathing was shallow, nearly silent—caught in that
THE TIES THAT BINDS US. Chapter 55
INTERROGATION ROOM – NIGHTAdrian stood over Derrick’s ruined body, chest heaving, the flickering ceiling light stuttering above like a dying star. It cast jagged, twitching shadows across the blood-slicked walls, distorting the carnage into grotesque, shifting silhouettes. His gloved hands dripped thick, dark blood—sluggish and viscous, clinging to his skin like guiltless ink. Sweat streamed down his temples, trailing along his neck, glistening over the heat-flushed line of his throat. The blowtorch hissed on the floor beside him, still hot, still hungry, its flame barely extinguished.The stench in the room was unbearable. Charred flesh. Burned hair. Ripped intestines. Urine. Terror. It all curdled into the air like poison, soaking into the concrete walls and the back of Adrian’s throat. He didn’t gag. He didn’t flinch. He stood still—silent and still—like a monument to vengeance.Derrick no longer moved. His jaw hung crooked, broken open in a scream that had died long ago, the soun
THE TIES THAT BINDS US. Chapter 54
Author's POV —a quiet, controlled storm made not of wind or rain, but vengeance.It lived in Adrain’s veins now—a molten fire that didn’t crackle or scream, but simmered with lethal intent. It didn’t ask permission. It didn’t make noise. It simply waited—like a blade just before the plunge. His chest rose and fell as if every breath was a silent oath, each inhale laced with fury, each exhale soaked in restraint. The kind of restraint that coils tight right before it snaps. Before it breaks everything.He leaned in, forehead resting gently against Matthew’s, their skin barely touching. That closeness—intimate, haunted—told stories no words could hold. His voice broke on a whisper, raw and reverent, shaking under the weight of everything unsaid, everything stolen. “You held on… You stubborn, beautiful bastard…”A flicker.Matthew’s fingers stirred—no more than a twitch, a tremor in the storm—but it was enough. A fragile, half-conscious graze against Adrain’s chest that detonated every
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