LOGIN“Should I raise my own case against you?” Lucien asked.The room went quiet.Mr Blackwell’s fingers tightened around the armrests. “Cheap tricks won't get you out of taking responsibility for your actions, Lucien.”Lucien looked at him. “I’m not trying to avoid taking responsibility for my actions. I am asking you if you are willing to take responsibility for yours. With your position at stake, should I go ahead and present proof of your—”“This is unnecessary.” Blackwell cut him off so quickly that several board members exchanged looks.He adjusted himself in the wheelchair, his expression becoming increasingly uncomfortable. “You could have easily spoken to me like a nephew would to his dear uncle, and I would have dropped this case. This matter didn't have to get this serious. We're family.”Lucien's thumb moved over the fluffy cuff.“The initial offer still stands,” he said calmly, “except now it excludes getting your son out of jail.”A few men around the table shifted in their s
Exactly one week had passed since Lucien shot Richard Blackwell.The boardroom had been prepared before noon. It was one of the oldest rooms in the estate, built long before Lucien was born. Dark wood covered most of the walls, broken only by tall windows hidden behind heavy curtains. A long table sat in the center of the room, polished so often that the surface reflected the chandeliers hanging above it.The room smelled faintly of old wood, expensive tobacco, and the coffee that had been placed on the table for the members who preferred to stay through long discussions.There were no guards inside, there did not need to be, every person sitting around the table understood exactly what kind of room they were in.The board had gathered to discuss blood debt.Lucien sat near the head of the table, his back against the chair and one ankle resting over the opposite knee.He looked completely calm.His fingers, however, were busy with a pair of pink, fluffy handcuffs.They belonged to Noa
(Noah's POV)I didn't know how long I'd been locked in this room, but it felt like forever. Maybe it had only been a day, or two, I had completely lost track of time.Without Lucien, time didn't seem to move normally.The room was comfortable. Too comfortable, actually. There was a bed, a bathroom, food whenever someone brought it, and enough space for me to walk around until I got tired.But I was bored out of my mind.And I couldn't eat.I tried. I really did. But every time someone brought food, I'd stare at it for a while and try to convince myself I was hungry. Then I'd take a few bites and lose my appetite.It didn't help that I didn't know where Lucien was.I missed him.I missed him so much that it physically hurt.At night, the room got cold too. I had blankets, but somehow they didn't help much. I kept curling into myself and staring at the ceiling, wondering where he was and whether he was thinking about me.I hated being locked up.But more than that, I hated being locked
Daniel was driving while Lucien sat silently in the front passenger seat, staring through the windshield.The city moved around them in a blur of headlights, streetlights, and late-night traffic. Two black SUVs followed behind them, each carrying armed men. Nobody spoke.Daniel glanced at his brother.Lucien had barely said a word since leaving the estate. His face was unreadable, and his hands rested loosely on his thighs. He looked calm, but Daniel knew better. Lucien was never more dangerous than when he looked calm.“For the sake of avoiding a horrible conflict, would you let Noah go?” Daniel asked.Lucien didn't look at him. “No. I already promised him marriage.”Daniel raised an eyebrow. “You like him that much?”Lucien's eyes remained on the road ahead. “That might be the case, but what's most important is that he likes me. He trusts me.”Daniel went quiet. That answer was more honest than he had expected. He had something in mind to say but he tightened his grip on the steerin
(Noah's POV)I woke up tired, like I had a heavy rock resting on me while I slept.At first, I didn't know where I was. My body felt heavy, like I had slept for three days instead of a few hours. My head was foggy, my mouth was dry, and there was this strange heaviness behind my eyes that made everything feel unreal.I blinked at the ceiling, it wasn't Lucien's ceiling, that was the first thing I noticed.I turned my head.Not Lucien's room either.I pushed myself up slowly, and the moment I sat up, my head spun.“Lucien?”My voice sounded rough.I waited for a response but got nothing.I looked around the room again. It was beautiful. Actually, ridiculously beautiful. A large bed, soft curtains, a sitting area near the window, a wardrobe, a table with a glass of water sitting on it.There was even a vase of flowers.Flowers?Maybe Lucien set up a new room for me. When will he learn I prefer to be in his room?I got out of bed.My legs felt weak. So I stood there for a few seconds, wa
The car sped down the long driveway, gravel crunching beneath the tires. Lucien sat in the back seat with Noah resting against him, unconscious and completely unaware of the chaos he had left behind. Lucien's hand remained on the back of Noah's head, the boy looked peaceful. Lucien's gaze lingered on him as the estate gates came into view. Then his expression darkened as the gates remained shut, the driver slowed and leaned on the horn. A second passed, then another. Nothing happened. Several security men stood beside the gates, and none of them moved. Suggesting they're keeping the gates shut on purpose. Lucien's jaw tightened. The driver glanced at him through the mirror. "Boss..." Lucien carefully shifted Noah until the sleeping boy was resting against the leather seat. Then he stepped out, cold air greeting him immediately. The guards straightened and bowed. "Don." Lucien walked toward them. "Why isn't the gate open?" The men exchanged nervous looks. One finally spoke. "W
“Free my cock from my pants, baby, I wanna put it inside you.”Noah whined into Lucien's chest, his voice muffled against the warm skin there. “Lucien, you need to relax. The doctor's coming back soon to check on you, and that IV is still hooked up. We can't just ignore it.”Lucien smirked, his fin
Noah walked barefoot to the bathroom. A quick shower washed away the remnants of sleep and last night's lingering ache, steam filling the air as he toweled off and returned to the bedroom.He walked to the closet and slipped into one of Lucien's shirts, the fabric draping loosely over his frame, br
The night outside was velvet-dark, the kind that swallowed streetlights whole. Inside the lounge, everything gleamed; leather seats, low amber light, the faint curl of cigar smoke that hung like silence between men who owed their lives to one man.Lucien walked in without hurry, coat still buttoned
(Noah's POV)Brother? My brain tripped over the word, replaying it. The Daniel guy said it so casually, like it wasn’t a grenade in the middle of this dockyard.Lucien didn’t move. He stood steady, posture straight like carved in stone, while Daniel leaned in with that loose grin and a sip of liqu







