LOGINThe words landed heavily.Lucas’s eyes narrowed instantly, locking onto the masked figure in front of him, his mind racing. The second button followed. The fabric loosened, exposing his chest, the cold air brushing against it. Lucas’s chest rose and fell faster now, his control slipping, not into fear alone, but into something deeper. Rage, humiliation, and something else… That gnawing, persistent familiarity. His gaze snapped back up to Zenith’s masked face, watching and studying. “You’re crossing a line, this is harassment,” Lucas said, his voice lower but steadier despite everything. “And when I find out who you are, I will give it back to you.” Zenith chuckled softly, cutting him off. “Won't that be nice? How I wish you would give it back to me right now. I'm sure your ass will be very tight.” Lucas glared at him, “I'm not like you so get away from me.” “What?” he murmured. Are you the one fucking Alex?” “That’s none of your business, just stay clear of me”
“I'm just a guy craving your intimacy. You know what I mean, right?” “Do I know you?" Lucas asked as his eyes pierced the masked man’s. “Maybe, maybe you don't.” He leaned in towards his ears. “Come on, darling, it doesn't matter” he whispered, voice still distorted. “We’re all alone. Let’s make the best of it, Hmm?” His voice dropped as he leaned in, teeth grazing Lucas’s ear. Lucas flinched hard, his body jerking against the restraints. “Ouch, what the hell is wrong with you? Get off me!” A low, frustrated growl escaped Zenith. “No. I want you. Don’t you get it?” He moved behind him, circling like a predator, his presence suffocating. “You don’t want me to get rough, or do you?” he murmured, bending down to Lucas’s level again. Before Lucas could react, Zenith’s lips brushed against his neck, too close, too invasive, while his hand slid across Lucas’s chest, trailing downward. Lucas’s stomach twisted in disgust. “You’re sick,” he spat, struggling agai
“Yeah, yeah,” Tobi waved him off casually. The door slammed shut behind him. Silence settled again. Minutes later, Tobi stood up stretched, and headed towards the door. “Pretty boy, behave.” He said as he stepped out of the room. Minutes later, footsteps echoed from outside. It felt measured andunhurried. The door creaked open. The masked man stepped in.“Tobi,” he called, voice slightly muffled. “Where is Lucas?” “In the room,” Tobi replied lazily.The masked man nodded once, adjusting the edge of his mask before heading inside. Lucas lifted his head the moment the door opened. Their eyes met.Or rather, Lucas stared into the darkness behind the mask.Something twisted in his chest, that feeling again. The man walked closer, then too close. Lucas’s body tensed instantly as the masked figure reached out towards him. His fingers brushed against Lucas’s cheek. A slow, deliberate caress. “Take your hands off me,” Lucas snapped sharply, jerking his
“So you've grown dumb, hmm. What makes you think I trust you enough to give you the right address?” “I messed up, I'm sorry. Please don't hurt him” Alex pleaded. Unfortunately, James was mad and wasn't interested in his apology. “I'm going to bed, to sleep with your sweet Lucas now. Since you've decided to sleep alone without…” “No please, don't…” Alex cut him off before he could finish, but he didn't wait for Alex to land either and ended the call. Alex growled in frustration and left the police behind. His boys followed behind with worry etched on their faces. “Mr Alex, you need to…” the police started but he cut him off. “Don’t you dare…it was all your fault. Everyone of you. From now on, you're not needed, I just want my Lucas alive and unhurt. Do you guys understand that?” “Mr Alex, we need to work together to…” “No, officer, I will work alone from now on, thank you.” He said angrily, entered his car, and left the warehouse. Night stretched endl
Alex was still staring at his screen, Lucas’s unanswered chat burning into his eyes, when his phone buzzed with an unknown number. For a split second, his chest tightened painfully. Please, don’t let it be Mac Hunter. He thought within himself.Swallowing hard, he answered, forcing his voice to stay steady. “Hello?” A low chuckle came through the line, slow, amused, unsettling.“Hey, honey.” Alex’s grip on the phone tightened instantly. “I have someone you might be interested in saving his life here with me.” His pulse spiked, “No.” His mind raced, dread creeping in fast and suffocating him. “Not Lucas. Please, not Lucas.” He whispered to himself. He didn’t speak for a second, afraid his voice might betray him.“Who is this?” he asked finally, tone sharp, controlled, but barely. Another chuckle came, then silence followed. It was deliberate and taunting. “Get ten million ready,” the voice said casually, as if discussing the weather. “I’ll send you
For over a week, their Tom-and-Jerry war dragged on. Their sharp words, colder silences, and a stubborn refusal from both sides to bend. Their pride had dug its claws in too deep. Lucas had moved back home. His father and younger sister welcomed him with warmth he didn’t quite expect. Their relief was obvious in every smile and extra serving at dinner. They had no idea that beneath his calm exterior, a storm was brewing due to Alex. Meanwhile, across town, Alex’s men were still chasing ghosts.James had vanished. There was no trace or sight of him. It was as if he had been swallowed whole by the city. And Lucas… Lucas didn’t believe his mission was just about separating Alex from him. He had the feeling that he must be up to something like planning another blackmail against Alex. So, with his belief that there was a missing piece, which was driving him insane. He told Dan to watch over Alex. By the second week, tension snapped. Alex had been walking past the hallway w
Lucas’s jaw clenched as he stared at the screen, his heart pounding with fury. “What audacity he has,” Lucas muttered audibly. His father had actually frozen his accounts. All of them. He ran a hand through his hair, breathing heavily through his nose as the waiter hovered nearby, trying to a
While Alex and Lucas were lost in a whirlwind of passion, oblivious to the world beyond their entanglement, another plan was quietly brewing elsewhere. The one that would soon threaten everything they share. Mr. Westman had arranged a private dinner with Mr. Ashton, Derby’s father. It wasn’t jus
“Listen,” Lucas said, trying to stay calm, “I’m not getting dragged into this ridiculous setup. Why don’t you tell that creep or whoever that guy is—that you’re not interested? Marriage shouldn’t be forced.” Derby let out a soft, humorless laugh. “You really think it’s that simple, don’t you? Lu
He rechecked the map. Still moving, but he was no longer on the old textile road. Immediately, Dan’s voice crackled in his earpiece. “Update boss, the guy took a detour — he is along the industrial lane now, heading toward the Seabridge outskirts. I think he might be heading towards the beach.







