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The Morning After the Fall
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2026-04-26 01:32:33
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“You start tonight at my place. No arguments.”Falcone’s text burned on Cedric’s screen like a fucking brand. He stared at it in the too-quiet apartment, fingers absently tracing the platinum necklace that now felt like a goddamn collar. The tracker hidden inside the pendant pressed cold against his collarbone with every breath. He shoved the phone into his pocket before he could overthink it and headed downstairs.The black SUV was already waiting like a Funeral car. One of falcone’s silent goons held the door open. Cedric slid in, jaw locked the entire ride uptown, trying not to think about how fast his fucking old life was getting flushed down the toilet.When the penthouse doors opened, falcone was waiting in the foyer, sleeves rolled up to his forearms, dark eyes locking onto him instantly.“Strip,” Falcone ordered the second the door clicked shut. “Get in the bedroom. Now.”Cedric’s pulse spiked. He kicked off his shoes anyway, mouth running on autopilot. “Bossy as fuck tonight,
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"We're not done, Ceddy. You start tomorrow…as my kept boy." Cedric jerked awake, falcone’s low voice still echoing in his skull like a brand. His body ached in all the wrong places, a dull throb between his legs and faint fingerprints on his hips that sent unwelcome heat crawling up his neck. He grabbed his phone off the nightstand. Marcus had already texted twice. Demanding. Impatient. He typed back quickly. “Fine. Twenty minutes.” Cedric dragged on yesterday’s hoodie and jeans, wincing as the fabric brushed over the marks. Last night had really happened. Falcone bending him over that desk, making him come apart while he moaned like he needed it more than air. And now he had to sit across from Marcus pretending he was still the loyal informant. The greasy diner smelled of burnt coffee and old grease. Marcus was already waiting in the back booth, arms crossed tight, jaw locked like he was chewing on something bitter. Cedric slid into the seat opposite him. “You look like shit
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“Bring him.” Cedric didn’t even have time to curse before rough hands yanked his arms behind his back. Two of Falcone’s men dragged him through the side door like he was a sack of nothing. The hallway was narrow and dimly lit, the club’s bass pulsing through the walls like a second heartbeat. His shoes scraped uselessly against the floor. He twisted hard, heart hammering. “The fuck…get your hands off me, you bastards!” They didn’t bother answering. Just shoved him forward until another door swung open and they tossed him inside. The room was small, probably soundproofed. Black leather couch, a heavy desk, low amber lighting. Nothing else. The door shut behind him with a heavy click that made his stomach sink. Falcone stepped in right after, alone now. He gave a small flick of his hand and the two men disappeared without a word. The lock engaged with a soft, final click. Cedric backed up until his ass hit the edge of the desk. His pulse was roaring in his ears. “What the hell is t
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"I said," Falcone murmured, his voice low enough that only Cedric could hear, "who sent you?" Cedric's pulse thudded against Falcone's fingers. "No one," he managed, trying to keep his voice steady. "I told you, I just needed a job." Falcone studied him like he was reading a language only he understood. "You expect me to believe that? That out of every club in this city, you happened to walk into mine?" "I filled out an application, and someone called me back. That's how jobs work," Cedric said quickly. His brain was already scrambling for lies that sounded like the truth. "You think I'd volunteer to be here if I knew it was yours?" A slow smile curved Falcone's lips. "That's what I'm trying to decide." He released Cedric's face at last, but the phantom of his touch lingered. Falcone turned to pour himself a drink, calm as if they'd been chatting about the weather. The amber liquid caught the light as he swirled it in the glass. "Do you know what the difference is between a
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Cedric stopped, then he turned around slowly.Falcone was looking at him now, really looking, his phone forgotten on the table. His expression was unreadable, but something was happening behind those eyes, some calculation, some recognition that Cedric didn't understand."Come here," Falcone said.It wasn't a request.Cedric's feet moved before his brain caught up, carrying him back to the table while he freaked out in his head. His first day on the job, and he was already fucked! What the hell possessed him to accept to such a dangerous job? What could Falcone possibly want from him?He walked back to the centre of the booth, where Falcone sat watching him with dark, knowing eyes that made Cedric feel naked.Up close, he was even more unbelievably hot. There was a faint scar on his temple, a small imperfection that somehow made him more attractive, not less. And his hands, long elegant fingers currently resting on his knee, Cedric imagined those fingers stretching out his ass from be
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The wire itched.Cedric stood in the club's bathroom, full of black marble and gold fixtures that probably cost more than his entire existence, and stared at his reflection. The crisp white shirt they'd given him was tailored within an inch of its life, tucked into black slacks that actually fit for once. His ribs didn’t hurt as much anymore. His hair was styled back, his face had healed enough that makeup covered the worst of the bruising, and he looked hot as hell, like someone who belonged in a place like this.The wire was taped to his chest, a tiny microphone no bigger than a button, and the transmitter pack was clipped to his back beneath his shirt. Marcus's voice echoed in his head from the briefing two hours ago: “Don't take it off. Don't compromise the equipment. We need everything.”Cedric's fingers found the edge of the tape, then he ripped the wire off in one sharp motion, gasping at the sting, before dropping the whole setup into the trash and burying it deep under paper
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