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CHAPTER 35
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2026-03-14 01:51:05
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The Great Hall was a tomb of silence, the only sound the low, rhythmic thrum of Blackwell soldiers hitting their palms against their thighs. Timothy stood between the two men, the silk of his low-slung trousers feeling like a thin membrane between him and the predatory gaze of the capos.Gideon moved with a jagged, hungry energy. He didn't wait for a signal. He dropped to his knees, his large hands clamping onto Timothy's outer thighs. His fingers dug into the silk, bunching the expensive material upward. Kan, still seated on the edge of the bed, shoved his hands into the front of Timothy's beaded vest. His thumbs hooked under the fabric, flicking back and forth across Timothy's nipples with a bruising pressure that made Timothy’s jaw creak."Red, Kan," Gideon rasped, his voice vibrating against Timothy's skin as he shoved the silk trousers down to Timothy's knees. He stared at the deep red silk thong, the bold color clashing violently against Timothy's pale skin. "Lace. He wore red l
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"Cut the crap, Timothy." Lydia's hand was a warm weight on his shoulder, her grip tightening when he tried to pull away. "You know you don't have to put on a show for these vultures if you don't want to."Timothy shoved his hands into his pockets, his jaw tight enough to snap. He stared at his reflection—the sharp undercut, the black silk, the look of a man about to be owned. "I’m doing it. For them. For whatever happens next. I’m not leaving our future to chance."The weight of the decision settled in his gut like lead. He wasn't just joining a family; he was anchoring a dynasty.Arm-in-arm with Lydia, Timothy stepped into the Great Hall. The air was thick with the scent of expensive bourbon and old sweat. In the center of the room, a massive bed draped in white silk sat like a stage. Capos and high-ranking Blackwell soldiers lined the walls, their eyes tracking his every move. The only empty chair was next to Lydia's husband. Timothy had heard the rumors—that by the time the night w
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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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Timothy ground his molars together until his jaw ached. "I’ll kill you both." He looked at Gideon specifically, though the threat to Kan was implied. He needed them to know the ghost of the Nash Rebellion wasn't dead just because they’d made him scream.Kan stepped off the bed, palms open in a plac
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Timothy’s fingers dug into the muscle of Kan’s thighs, his nails carving crescents into the skin. He arched his back, pressing himself into the heat of Kan’s mouth, a jagged breath escaping his lungs. "No more," he gasped, though his hips betrayed him, rolling into the contact."I’m not stopping un
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"The bar’s in the north wing, kid. Don't trip on your way to the booze." Gammer “Gam” Hayes didn't even look up from the monitor. She was reclined in a leather pilot’s chair, boots up on the console, a bag of chips in her lap. The room smelled like ozone and stale coffee.Timothy didn't head for th
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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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