ELIASI knew, with the totality of hunger that had been gnawing at my insides for weeks, that I wanted him. Even before the bedroom door had shut, I’d pushed him up against it so hard the hinges rattled. I could taste blood on his bottom lip where my teeth had grazed him, and the coppery tang made me want to bite harder, to mark him, and make him aware of the fact that he’s mine.He whimpered and pulled me in by the waistband of my slacks. Our hips collided, and I felt his cock, hard and twitching, pressed against my thigh. He said my name, once, softly, and then again, like he was cursing me with every syllable. I grabbed him by the back of the neck and shoved him backwards until he sat heavily on the edge of the bed, his breath coming hard.Louis looked up at me, his pupils blown out, his lips wet from the kiss. His hands shook, and I couldn't tell if it was from anticipation or relief. His shirt hung loosely on his shoulders, leaving his collarbone and the sharp cut of his throat c
LOUISI wasn’t looking for anything.I’d only taken a wrong turn on my way back from the study, while trying to retrace my steps to the kitchen after dropping off a book Aria had lent me. But this hallway was unfamiliar, long, narrow, and filled with paintings that hung in even intervals. Dark oak cabinets lined one side and one of the cabinet doors hung slightly ajar.I was reluctant at first, then my curiosity got the better of me. I opened it and found piles of dusty old books, rumpled letters, and a thin layer of dust on the bottom shelf. It looked untouched… like it had been left that way on purpose.And then I saw it.A photograph. Hidden between book pages as though someone had tried to hide it in plain sight. It wasn't framed, just loosely folded over at the edges from being there for all those years. I unfolded it and looked at the photograph.Elias.He looked younger and less haunted. Well, as much as he could be. His hair was a bit longer, his face calmer, and his mouth cur
ELIASI'd always known there was a mole leaking information.But today, I finally had a name.The name of the bastard was Suanche. He was one of the finance clerks on the east side of the company. An innocuous-looking man with a receding hairline, slight limp, eyes too neutral to set alarm bells ringing. But I'd learned many years ago that snakes didn't always hiss before they bit. They smiled.I watched him now through the one-way mirror in my office. He was in the other room, pale and shaking, his hands fidgeting at the hem of his shirt as though it might stitch him a new spine.Cathan stood beside me, arms folded.I traced it through a burner network," he said. "The bastard's been selling shipment schedules to the Red Dragon cell for weeks. They've been rerouting guns under our noses."I didn't blink. "How did he get that deep into the books?""Charmed a secretary, bribed a floor guard. You know the drill."I exhaled, my voice low. "Did you lock down the perimeter?""No one gets o
LOUISThe last time I'd stepped out of the mansion alone, the car exploded.This time, I hesitated at the gates.I told myself it was fine. That Cathan had tightened security. That the sleek black car waiting for me had been checked, triple-checked, and blessed if necessary. But my hands trembled when I went to grasp the handle. I could still feel the heat of the explosion behind my ribs like a phantom limb.But I got in.The driver—Raul, I think his name was—didn’t speak much. He just kept the engine purring steadily beneath us, his gaze flicking between the road and the rearview mirror. I was glad for the silence. My thoughts were already loud enough.I shouldn't have been this nervous to see children. But I was.I had to go though because Francesca had written me a letter—crayon on notebook paper—asking why I hadn't come by like I promised. Elaine had included a rushed addendum at the bottom, written in neat cursive.They've been asking about you every day. Francesca particularly.
ELIASThe conference room reeked of money, cigars, and mistrust.Five of the oldest bastards I knew sat around the table—each wearing a suit that cost more than some men’s lives, each of them looking at me like I was still the eighteen-year-old boy who had inherited his father's empire too soon.But I wasn't him anymore. I was the Don now. And they were all too aware of it. Even if their gazes dared to test me.“I’ll say it again,” murmured Castelli, his voice slick with false politeness. “There’s a rat amongst us.”I leaned back in my chair, my fingers steepled in front of my mouth.He wasn’t wrong and for the first time ever, I agreed with him.“The recent arrests,” he continued. “Intercepted shipments. Surveillance drones catching things they shouldn’t. These are all too much to be a mere coincidence. Either the feds suddenly grew brains or someone’s feeding them crumbs.”My jaw tightened.To my right, Cathan folded his arms and kept quiet, seething but saying nothing. He loathed
LOUISThe house wasn’t supposed to feel like home.It was too big. Too quiet. Too expensive. The kind of house you moved around in so you would not disturb the atmosphere. The kind of house where shadows did not simply exist—they watched you.And yet… I was adjusting.I wasn’t comfortable. Not quite at least. But over time, I'd begun to learn the rhythm of this place. How automatically the lights went off at ten. The gentle creak in the third step on the grand staircase, something I learnt quickly to avoid attention during my midnight snack sessions or when I just wanted to be alone. The guards who stood at every corner now nodded as I passed through, though their eyes never lost that glimmer of suspicion.But I had Aria.It started with small things. A second spoonful of soup. A gentle pat on the back. A neatly folded sweater left on the edge of my bed because she said the nights in this house could get cold.Then one day, after I’d had a nightmare bad enough to make me scream into