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Julian’s grip tightened. “That rope’s got a noose on the other end.”For a beat, they just stared at each other, tension vibrating in the air like a live wire.“You’re tired. You’re spiraling. I get it,” Julian said, voice softer now but urgent. “But don’t confuse desperation with loyalty. Reid is poison, Ash. Always has been. You survive this, you make it out of this hell, and you think Reid’s going to let you live freely? No. You’ll owe him. He’ll own you.”Asher’s eyes glistened, but he didn’t blink. “Maybe that’s a fair trade.”Julian’s breath stilled.He realized, in that moment, how deep the fracture was. Reid had struck exactly where Asher’s armor had thinned, the guilt, the abandonment, the isolation. Every word Reid had said was festering now, eating away at what little fight Asher had left.Julian stood slowly, exhaling as he looked down at his friend. “I’ll be back tomorrow, Asher. And I swear to you, I’ll bring you something better than Reid’s damn rope.”He turned toward
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The air in the clinical holding room felt like concrete.Julian had gone quiet, his fists trembling with useless fury as he leaned back in his chair, trying to swallow down the helplessness. Asher sat hunched, staring at the floor like it had betrayed him too.But Reid…Reid hadn’t moved.He stood at the foot of the bed, hands buried in his pockets, watching Asher with a storm building behind his eyes.“Pathetic,” Reid said, his voice low but sharp. “You think this is you being noble? Taking the hit? Letting them hang you because Luca’s too broken to see straight?”Asher didn’t respond.Reid’s lips curled into a bitter smile. “You’ve always done this. Always carried the fucking weight for people who wouldn’t bleed for you.” He took a step closer, his tone turning colder. “But not this time, Ash. I won’t let you destroy yourself.”Asher’s eyes flicked up, tired, hollow. “What are you talking about, Reid?”“I’m talking about us,” Reid said, stepping fully into the space between them now
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Julian’s breath hitched. “Luca, don’t twist this...”“I’m not twisting anything,” Luca spat, rising to his feet so abruptly that the crushed glass crunched beneath his soles. “You think this is about justice? You’re playing favorites, Julian. You’re begging me to ignore everything, to turn my back on the man who raised me, all because you can’t stomach the idea of your precious Asher rotting in a cell.”“That’s not true...”“Isn’t it?” Luca’s lips curled, but the bitterness in his tone was underscored by something deeper. Something bleeding. “You think I can look my mother in the eye and tell her I let the man who killed her husband go free because I was in love?”Julian flinched.Luca’s voice softened, but the weight in his words only grew heavier. “Love is weakness. That’s what my father taught me. Over and over. And now… now I finally see it.”Julian’s heart sank.Because in that moment, Luca wasn’t lashing out just at him. He was lashing out at himself. At the pieces of his heart
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“Why the hell did you let me love you?” Luca hissed, fists pounding into the walls now, skin scraping. “Why didn’t you leave me hating you, Asher? You should’ve...” His breath broke into a ragged gasp. “You should’ve never stayed.”He collapsed onto his knees, surrounded by the debris of a life that no longer made sense.The silence pressed in, louder than his screams.His hands trembled as they raked through his hair.The world outside those towering windows was indifferent to his agony.The city kept moving, headlines kept printing, and Asher was somewhere behind reinforced glass walls, probably thinking Luca had abandoned him.Because you did, didn’t you?The thought clawed into him.He wanted to believe Asher didn’t pull that trigger. But when you see photos, reports, testimonies all screaming the same truth… how do you fight that?How do you fight yourself?A sharp knock rattled the door, but Luca didn’t flinch.Another knock.“Luca, it’s Julian.” A pause. “I know you’re in there
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Asher couldn’t remember pulling the trigger. He couldn’t remember why Paolo had been so close, why the blood had been on his hands, why Reid’s face had been the last thing that flickered through his mind before it all went black.He trusted Reid once.That trust felt like poison now.But what if he was wrong?What if he had lost control?What if Luca had every reason to hate him now?Luca.That name still had power.It still shattered him.He had seen the look. The look of a man who had made up his mind.Luca thought he did it.That was the worst part. Not the accusations, not the prosecution. But Luca’s silence.He dropped his head into his hands, the cuffs biting into his wrists.“Luca…” he murmured. “I didn’t…”Didn’t what?He didn’t even know anymore.The sound of approaching footsteps made him lift his head. For a heartbeat, hope flickered. Maybe Julian. Maybe someone bringing good news.But it wasn’t.It was just the guard. Dropping a tray of cold food through the slot.“Trial s
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The silence between them was suffocating.Reid leaned in, his tone shifting, gentle, almost coaxing. “Let me help you. We can fix this. You just have to trust me again.”Asher’s chest heaved with a tremor. His mind screamed that this was wrong, that Reid wasn’t a lifeline, he was the undertow. But his heart… his heart was bleeding out, desperate for someone to stay.“Why?” Asher asked, voice barely audible. “Why would you even want to help me?”Reid’s smile was faint, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “Because you’re all I’ve ever wanted, Ash. And now… now you have no one else.”Asher didn’t respond.He didn’t push Reid away.Reid stood, and held onto Asher’s hand. “Call me when you’re ready to stop pretending Luca gives a damn.”Then he left, his footsteps soft but echoing like gunshots in Asher’s skull.The second the door shut behind him, Reid’s facade cracked.He exhaled sharply, eyes narrowing, pulse racing.That had been too easy.Luca’s betrayal had handed him the perfect opening.
