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CHAPTER 10
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2026-02-28 20:29:39
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The Sopttyi District was a smudge of gray in the rearview mirror, and Timothy hadn't looked back once. Grief was a luxury he couldn't afford, not with the weight of two men like Kan and Gideon pressing into his life.Cus was in his element at the Blackwell estate—or "the fortress," as the old soldier called it. Within the first week, Timothy had caught the man actually whistling while he cleaned the armory. The Zions had claimed the thousand-acre perimeter, patrolling the treeline like they’d found holy ground. Timothy had never seen them so at peace.Gideon had insisted on a week of "integration" before the official Blackwell ritual. He wanted Timothy to breathe the same air as the syndicate's inner circle, thinking it would dull the edge of having an audience when things got messy. Honestly, Timothy was just vibrating with the need to show off the marks they’d already left on him. He’d been living with the Blackwell pride for seven days, and the clock for the ceremony was down to mi
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The apartment door clicked shut, locking the Sopttyi District and Timothy’s old life on the other side. He didn't make it three steps before his legs gave out. He hit the floor, knees cracking against the hardwood, and let the first sob tear through his throat. He was trading a decade of blood-soaked history for a future he couldn't see yet. He’d never walk the neon-lit docks of the harbor again. Never watch the rain slick the black asphalt of the South End or pull a job under the rusted girders of the old bridge.Gideon didn't say a word. He just hooked his arms under Timothy’s pits and hauled him up, carrying him to the leather sofa. He sat, dragging Timothy into his lap like he weighed nothing. Timothy straddled him, burying his face in the crook of Gideon’s neck, breathing in the scent of gunpowder and expensive soap. Gideon’s arms were a vice, the only thing keeping Timothy’s ribs from shattering under the weight of it all.He could handle losing the city. These men were his anch
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Timothy’s fingers dug into the edge of the mahogany table, his knuckles turning a bloodless white. Surrendering wasn’t in his DNA. He wouldn’t hand over the Sopttyi District just to avoid a graveyard. Not if his people were the ones filling the coffins."Why?" The word was a jagged piece of glass."As if that’s any of your business." Lucius adjusted his silk tie, his movements slick and arrogant as he moved into the room. "You’re out of your depth, Gal.""And you’re one word away from losing your tongue.""I think it’s time to call it, Timothy." Eleanor Nash didn't look up, her gaze fixed on the dregs of her drink. She offered her brother a look of pure, exhausted disappointment. "We talked about this before and—""We talked about it years ago," Timothy snapped, his chest heaving. "To quit now, when we know Lucius is the one feeding the Saati Town rats... I don’t get your logic, Eleanor. It’s suicide.""Pish-posh. You know I’m no threat to my own blood." Lucius sank into the velvet ar
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Timothy’s boots hit the cold marble floor with a sharp, rhythmic snap as he closed the distance to Eleanor Nash."I'm surprised the two watchdogs let you out of your leash, Timothy."Eleanor didn’t bother looking up from the digital tablet in her lap, though a sharp, amused pull at the corner of her mouth gave her away. A morning of heavy sweat and tangled limbs wasn't going to derail Timothy’s plan to end this insurrection before the District burned. He offered her a jagged, toothy grin."They were dead to the world.""They're a high-maintenance pair, even for you.""It's not like I filled out an application." Timothy leaned against a gold-veined pillar. Logic, not luck, had brought them to his door. "If they were awake, I’d have a pair of shadows burning holes in my back right now."Eleanor let out a dry, short laugh. "They’re going to be beyond pissed when they realize you’ve vanished."Timothy shrugged, his shoulders tight. Once they found the note he’d left on the pillow, he expe
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Kan’s teeth sank into the junction where Timothy’s shoulder met his neck. Timothy’s back arched, a jagged gasp escaping him at the sudden, sharp claim. Kan’s fingers hooked under Timothy’s chin, tilting his head back until it hit Kan’s shoulder, keeping him pinned. While his mouth worked against Timothy's skin, Kan reached down, sliding the sleek silicone plug out of Timothy’s heat only to guide it toward the tighter, demanding ring of his tail.Gideon’s low, rumbling growl vibrated against the mattress. The sensation of Gideon’s tongue returning to the folds of Timothy’s groin sent a physical shock through his nervous system. Timothy let out a wrecked moan, and Kan took the opportunity to shove the toy halfway into the new territory. Timothy’s breath hitched, the intrusion stalling his lungs."Easy," Kan rasped, his voice vibrating against the bite mark on Timothy’s throat. He wiggled the toy, stretching the muscle before driving it home. This one didn't vibrate like the first, but t
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Timothy didn't want to break the orbit of their heat, but the District was a ticking clock. He had a debt to Eleanor Nash to settle before he could even think about a life with these two. He had no roadmap for how that worked—the logistics of a high-level enforcer and two mercenary ghosts. Staying in the Sopttyi District was a death sentence, and leaving meant facing the filth of the "real world" outside, but he’d rather rot in a human gutter with them than breathe another minute of this fake air alone.Nero and Thrax would follow. They were as much a part of him as his own shadow. In the city, he could pass them off as oversized Mastiffs—dangerously large, sure, but as long as no one pulled a piece on Timothy, they were just eighty-pound lap dogs with teeth like steak knives.Cus was the wild card. Timothy would offer him a seat in the getaway car, but the house manager was as unpredictable as a live wire.Timothy had woken up pressed against Gideon’s solid, warm frame. Gideon’s brea
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"Probably easily," Kan muttered. Without a hint of a warning, he leaned in and sank his teeth into the side of Timothy’s neck. His tongue flicked against the broken skin, tasting the iron as his incisors carved deep.A jolt of raw, electric heat surged through Timothy’s spine. Kan’s fingers didn't
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"You're making the right call," Kan muttered. He didn't wait for Timothy to change his mind. He moved with a predator’s efficiency, flanking Timothy's hip while Gideon remained a heavy, grounding force behind him.Gideon’s mouth was a furnace against Timothy’s shoulder. He didn't just touch; he cla
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See for yourself." Kan shifted, his weight settling into a crouch beside Gideon’s hip. The air in the Sopttyi District suite was thick, charged with a tension that made the hair on Timothy’s arms stand up. Kan didn't look away from Timothy as his hand dropped, fingers wrapping around Gideon’s heavy
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Gideon loomed behind Timothy, the heat radiating from the enforcer’s massive frame making the air in the suite feel thick and heavy. Timothy didn't move. He stood on the edge of the mattress, his breath coming in shallow hitches. Gideon’s large hand came up, calloused fingers wrapping around Timoth
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