เข้าสู่ระบบWhile Lena and Julian were attempting to sort out their differences and meet each other halfway, Antonio tracked Leo down to the hotel where he was staying for the night.It turned out to be one of the King-owned hotels under Leo’s management.How typical.“Hello, I’m here to meet with Leonardo King. We have a meeting,” Antonio said, leaning against the polished marble of the front desk. He kept his posture rigid, his voice smooth to tame the unease clawing at his throat.The receptionist looked him up from head to toe. There was no doubt in her eyes that Antonio’s appearance matched a man who played on the exact same level as the Kings. He looked classy, carrying an air of intimidation and elegance. He was so prim, proper, and sharply tailored that an ordinary person would go berserk if they ever found out he was the heir to a crime organization.“Mr. King never mentioned anything about expecting a visitor tonight, sir,” the receptionist said, her tone polite and cautious. “I’ll h
“Why the fuck is it so gloomy in here?!” Leo jested, his loud voice shattering the tense atmosphere as he strutted into the room, unaware of the bomb that had almost been dropped.Julian swallowed hard, stepping away from Lena and closing his eyes for a brief second. Once again, Leo had saved the day.“What’s happening?” Leo slurred his words, stumbling a bit over his own feet as he came to a stop near the foot of Junior's bed.Lena's eyes narrowed instantly. “Are you drunk?” she asked, rushing over to her brother’s side and catching his arm.“Nope.” Leo shook his head, popping the p with a loose, goofy grin.“You’re definitely drunk,” Lena countered, her voice dropping to a harsh whisper as though if she spoke louder, Junior would wake. “Did you drive in this state?”“My driver brought me. Relax.”“Okay. Good.” Lena exhaled a long, calming breath, trying to steady her own racing heart. “You should go home and sleep it off—”“No. I want to stay here. With you and Junior.”“I’m here,”
“Me? Disrupt your wedding?” Julian chuckled, the sound sharp and incredulous against the whistling wind. He poked his forefinger hard against his chest. “He wants me to…”He trailed off, the half-smile dying on his face when he saw that Antonio wasn’t laughing. The dead, serious look in his brother's eyes made the air feel suddenly freezing.“Are you serious?” Julian asked, his voice dropping.“I am.” Antonio nodded once, a muscle ticking in his jaw.A breathless scoff whooshed past Julian’s lips. “You want me to get shot in the middle of a cathedral?”“No one’s going to shoot you, Julian.” Antonio tilted his head, his eyes narrowing as if he found his brother’s concern ridiculous. “You’re a Black.”“A runaway Black, might I remind you,” Julian fired back, stepping closer, his hands gesturing wildly. “And how many minutes or hours do you think a disruption will buy you anyway?”Antonio didn't blink. “You understand wrong, Julian. I’m not asking you to come there kicking and screaming.
The quiet of the hospital room was heavy, broken only by the rhythmic, hollow beep of the monitors. Julian pushed the door open, his footsteps hurried but muffled. He went straight to Lena’s side, leaning down to press a soft kiss against her temple.“Hey, baby,” he whispered against her skin. His thumb brushed over her cheek, his touch warm. “Did I keep you waiting too long?”“No, of course not,” Lena breathed, her voice small. She kept her eyes fixed on the bed. “Nothing interesting has happened.”Julian pulled back just enough to look at her, his eyes tracking the dark circles under her eyes and the tight line of her mouth. “Did you catch some sleep?”Lena shook her head, a breathy, exhausted sigh leaving her. “I tried, but I couldn’t.”“Aww…” Julian’s lips parted, his expression twisting with a spike of worry. He stared at her for a long moment, his eyes tender but searching, before nodding toward the bed. “Did Junior wake up at all?”“For a bit. Then he went right back to sleep.
Leo was struggling—and failing miserably—to keep the two brothers from going at each other’s throats.Antonio and Julian were locked in a vice grip, fists bunched in the collars of each other's shirts. Their faces were barely inches apart, hissing vicious curses in Italian directly into each other’s faces.“What is even wrong with the both of you?” Leo’s frustration finally spilled over. He hovered near them, palms out, completely at a loss for how to wedge himself between them.“I see you have no respect for your elder brother. All that running away from home has messed with your mind, no?” Antonio threw the words right into Julian’s face.“And I see you can still hold your head up after deceiving your younger brother. How shameless,” Julian shot back, his jaw tight.“My younger brother?” Antonio let out a dark, mocking laugh. “You ceased to be my younger brother the moment you ran from home.”“Then you’re not my older brother!”“Julian, that’s enough,” Leo snapped. He grabbed Julian
After hours of agonizing waiting, Junior was finally wheeled out of the operating room. The surgery was a complete success.Hours after that, once the post-op fog had cleared and both Julian and Leo were certain the boy was safe in his room, the adrenaline finally began to fade, replaced by the thirst for revenge. Now, they were driving down the highway, heading toward the isolated warehouse where Jack was being held captive.The silence inside the car was thick, broken only by the steady hum of the tires against the asphalt.“I thought you’d be coming with him,” Julian said, breaking the quiet without taking his eyes off the road.“Him? As in your brother?” Leo asked, cutting a sharp glance sideways, a brow raised.“I don’t consider him my brother as of right now," Julian bit out, his fingers tightening around the steering wheel until his knuckles turned white. "If I set my eyes on him right now—”“You’ll do absolutely nothing,” Leo ground out, his voice dripping with authority. “Fi
Lena woke up with tears and a splitting headache.For hours, she’d cried and cried and cried until she decided that crying would not save her marriage. So she decided that perhaps having a conversation with Julian would change his mind. Perhaps if she begged enough, perhaps if she offered him more
Years ago, before the marriage, before the arrangement, before she tucked herself into Julian’s quiet house and learned to want less, Lena used to party.It was how she processed things: a loud room, a dark dance floor, a glass in her hand. It wasn’t elegant and she knew it. But it worked. Tonight
“Hello, this is the assistant of Pedro King. I saw that you had put up an article stating that Mr. Julian Black was out with his wife. As his associates, we are unaware of any such information. Might I know if you have any other details about the woman in question?”“Pedro King?” The reporter asked
Lena heard the front door open just as she was setting her phone down.She didn’t move from where she sat curled in the corner of the living room sofa, her legs tucked beneath her, the glow of the television casting pale light across the room. She had been waiting for two hours, maybe even longer.







