LOGINChapter six: The Footage.
Julian's wrist was still sore from last night, he wakes up in Caesar's bed, his heart pounding as he remembers their passion of the night before. Caesar wasn't in bed with him, and must have left a lot earlier. On the nightstand, the flash drive he found in Caesar's office but was taken away was in a box with a note, “You should watch this to hate me or not”. He grabs it and runs down to Caesar's office hoping a laptop would be on his table. “Thank God”, he said as he opened the door and a laptop sat on the table. His hands tremble as he inserts the flash drive. The footage starts grainy like it was recorded from a camcorder, it was a video of Patrick and Caesar. Patrick was laughing, he had never seen his brother smile so much. Caesar was softer than Julian has ever seen, Patrick made him soft. “Caesar, promise me if anything happens to me. You'd find my little brother, Julian and protect him.”, Patrick said. “Babe, nothing is happening to you. If anything wrong just tell me, anyone bothering you put me on” “Look, just promise me. You would do what I said” “Okay, I promise. I would keep my word, you know I always do” “I want to always protect him, even if it means giving up myself. I need him to have a decent life” The screen suddenly goes blank. Julian is left scared and confused. Did his brother somehow sacrifice himself for him? The text and calls from “Patrick” claiming to be alive,were they fake ?. While Julian is thinking, his phone buzzes. “You think he is the good guy?. Don't you believe me?” Julian's head felt foggy, he needed air. He needs to get out of this suffocating mansion. A buzz. An unknown number. “It's me, Patrick. I'm still alive, if you want to see me. You just have to come out and I would find you” Was this real??. It could be a trap. He tried calling a couple of times but it wasn't going through. He considers calling Caesar but he knows he would never even allow him step a foot out of here. The security here was heavy. The guards were at almost every door. Coincidentally, Caesar was out on a “meeting” according to one of the maids. This was a great opportunity. Julian stumbles to his room, changing his clothes. It could get cold at night so he picks a coat. He was going out no matter what. He manages to sneak past many guards. But there were two at the very front door he couldn't sneak through. He walks to the door confidently hoping that was enough for him to pass the door without questioning. “Sir, you are not allowed to leave sir.”, said one of the guards. “What!?, why not?”, he puts up an act of being surprised. “It's an order for the boss” “Look guys. Please, I just want to get something special for Caesar to thank him. Fifteen minutes and I would be back” “Still can't allow you sir”. “Come on.”, he was about to turn back inside when an idea clicked. “See you don't know how much Caesar listens to me. If you pull this favour for me, I would put in good words concerning you two and you would most likely get a promotion. He wouldn't know I was out, I would just lie about you guys going out to get it for me and how yall are” The guards turned to look at each other. “What do you think, huh?” “Alright, sir. Fifteen minutes” “Thank you so much. You guys are good guys”, Julian smiles cutely at them. He ran to the gate but they were locked. He goes over them instead. He was going anywhere or somewhere far from here. __ It was evening already, the temperature was getting colder. Julian was heading to the nearest bus station. He wishes to go back to his dorm but he knows Caesar could easily find him there. If he could take a bus to the next city and probably stay at a motel, it could buy him some time for Patrick if it was true to find him. A buzz. He grabs his phone from his pocket hoping it's a text from the number that has been claiming to be his last brother. Suddenly, a black SUV screeches up. Masked men suddenly grabbed him. “Let me go now!”, he screams as he struggles. His phone fell, screen cracked. Displaying a new message. “I'm home, pet. Where are you?” From Caesar. ____ Caesar returns to the mansion. He walked in and the atmosphere felt different. He was expecting to see Julian come down and the fact he hasn't seen him all day, he badly missed him. He sends a text. No response. He signalled one of the maids. “Go get me, Julian” She returns, “He isn't in his room sir” “You are kidding, right?”He runs to Julian's room, opening the door. No sign of him. “Julian! Julian”, he yelled. “Everyone gather now. Where is he???. Did he just disappear into thin air?” “FIND HIM OR Y'ALL ARE UNDER SIX FEET ALREADY!” Every guard at the mansion assembled. Caesar was raging. “The CCTV footage shows two incompetent guards let him through the front door. Step out now or I find you both and take your life” The two guards stepped out. “H-He just stepped out, he said_” A smash. The guard was bleeding, from Caesar using the glass cup he had in hand to smash his head. Turns around and punches the other one. “You let him leave, against my orders. You f*ucking idiots. Anything happens to him, I won't spare y'all” He paces, tensed. No one dared move. “Hello, needing your service”, he calls his tech guy. Five minutes later, the tech guy was around. “The tracker you secretly sew his inner coat is very much active. If you don't mind, I could track it down for you” “Hurry up with that. We don't have time” “His location is outside the city, an abandoned warehouse district”, said the tech man. Caesar's eyes darken, he was going to tear down whoever took Julian and tear them down to pieces. “Get the cars and the guns. We are going for war, anyone on that side don't hesitate to shoot them down immediately”. ____ Julien is tied to a chair, a dark hood over his head. He could only hear voices but couldn't see who they were. The hood suddenly gets ripped off, facing bright lights. A man in a suit was standing in front of him. He wasn't young, but ugly looking and stinks of spirits. “A pretty one we have here, huh.”, the other men laughed as they agreed. “Your lover took something from us and we're taking you instead” “We could auction you off to those men that like pretty boys.”, he says. “If Caesar finds you, he's not gonna spare any of you”, Julian replied. This man hits him across the face. The man places a call. “Hello, Caesar. I got your pet with me. You should actually have the privilege to hear him scream while I break him to pieces”.....Chapter Sixty Six: The Serpent Kiss Peter pushed the door open slowly, the soft creak slicing through the heavy silence of the office. Ryan stood by the windows, his broad back turned to Peter, rigid like a statue carved from anger. “Close the door, Peter.” Ryan’s voice was low, quiet…but every syllable carried a weight of command that brooked no argument. Peter obeyed, the click of the door closing sounding unnervingly loud. “You saw the news, I assume? The laughing stock of the city. My task force… humiliated by novelty fish,” Ryan said, voice tight, clipped. Peter kept his tone even, careful to stay neutral. “It was a strategic blow, sir. But we’ll recover. We’ll find whoever did this.” Ryan spun around like a coiled serpent, slamming his hand down on the desk with a thunderous crack. Peter flinched, caught off guard by the raw fury blazing in Ryan’s eyes. “Recover?!” Ryan’s roar shattered the room, his face twisted with something savage, feral. “They didn’t just stea
Chapter Sixty Five: Meeting With The FoesThe air in the VIP room was thick with the smell of old money and new lies. Peter felt his uniform tighten around his throat like a noose. Every step behind Ryan Graves felt like walking the plank.Arthur Bryan sat enthroned in a leather armchair, a glass of brandy in hand. His smile was a polished weapon. "Peter Davis," he said, the name rolling off his tongue like a verdict. He stood, his grip crushing Peter's hand. "I knew your father. A man of… inflexible principles." His eyes, cold and assessing, scanned Peter's face. "It's a relief to see his son understands how the real world operates."Peter’s stomach churned. He could feel the ghost of his father in the room, a silent, disapproving presence. I’m sorry, Dad. He forced a smile that felt like a crack in his soul. "I believe in getting things done, Senator. My father admired efficiency. I suppose I do, too." The lie tasted like bile.Ryan clapped a heavy hand on Peter’s shoulder, a p
Chapter Sixty Four: The Devil’s Bargain The lounge was too quiet, the kind of silence that felt expensive and dangerous. Peter’s skin prickled under his uniform. It felt like a costume here, a pathetic disguise. “There you are. I was beginning to think you got cold feet.” Ryan Graves didn’t smile. His eyes did all the talking, scanning Peter like he was a piece of evidence. “Sit.” Peter sat, the leather chair groaning under him. He felt like a kid in the principal’s office, if the principal was a shark in a tailored suit. “You look tense. Drink.” It wasn’t a suggestion. Ryan pushed a glass of amber liquid across the polished wood. “It’s good to have ambition, kid. Serve me well, and you’ll rise fast. Faster than you can imagine.” Peter’s fingers curled around the cool glass. He forced a smile, but it felt brittle on his face. “It’s not about the position for me, sir. It’s about serving the country. Upholding the law.” The words tasted like ash in his mouth. Just like Dad. Ry
Chapter Sixty Three: Blood and Thrones“Are you really afraid a major strike could hit us, Father?” Caesar’s voice was calm but sharp, like a blade slicing through the tense silence.Julian, Peter, and Enzo sat close by, the weight of Don Alessandro’s presence hanging heavy after Ryan’s press conference. The room was thick with unspoken threats.“Oh, son,” Don Alessandro sighed, voice low but laced with something like tiredness. “You know me. Fear is a stranger to me.”“But the police crackdown,” Caesar pressed, “it’s not just smoke. It’s a real threat…one that hits the family where it hurts the most.”Don Alessandro’s eyes narrowed, dark and unreadable. “If you want to be part of this fight, you step back.”“No more using Julian like a pawn, no more half-trusts. I lead. You don’t interfere. Otherwise, walk away and let us rot.”Caesar cut him off, ice in his glare. “Don’t push me, Father. My life isn’t the Mafia’s. You’re the one who stands to lose everything if this empire crashes
Chapter Sixty-Two: Rings of Fire“You think that bastard just offered to mentor you because he likes your face?” Enzo’s voice cracked like a whip, sharp with fury. “He’s already sizing you up.”Peter stood still, arms folded, jaw clenched. Enzo wasn’t wrong. But he wasn’t exactly right either.“His walking in on you at the recruitment office wasn’t some random coincidence,” Enzo continued, pacing now, like a storm building. “You’re walking into a den of wolves. They’ll eat you alive.”“I’ll make them think I’m a sheep,” Peter said, calm and cold. “Let them circle. I want justice for my father. And this is the closest I’ve ever been.”“Peter, in as much as this is a good idea,” Julian cut in, his eyes soft but voice strained, “this is dangerous.”“Peter is the best shot we’ve got to plant someone near Ryan,” Caesar added, arms folded. He sounded more like a strategist than a friend. “He just has to make Ryan believe he’s on his side…make him think he’s taken the bait. Meanwhile, we g
Chapter Sixty-One: The Villain in Uniform“I don’t think you should stay at the hospital anymore. We don’t know who’s going to walk through that door next…someone who won’t hesitate to silence you for good.”“You worry too much about me, Doc,” Sebastian chuckled, trying to lighten the tension.“I’m serious.” Aiden’s voice was firm as he adjusted his glasses. “You don’t have anyone to take care of you if I send you home. You should stay at my apartment.”Sebastian sighed, heavy with reluctance. “I don’t want to be a burden or put you in danger. You’d understand if I refused.”“I’m a doctor, Sebastian. My job is to keep you alive. And right now, the hospital isn’t safe for you.”“At least in my apartment, I can watch over you every second.”Aiden’s calm and unwavering tone did what it always did…he convinced Sebastian.*****Snap! Snap!Hundreds of camera flashes exploded in the hall.A neatly dressed, well-decorated officer climbed the stage to speak.“No one is above the law. Not the







