FAZER LOGINHe gazed at him, and for the first time since entering the room, he hesitated. “Luc…” he said slowly, searching his face. “You’re serious?” Lucas held his gaze steady and unflinching. “You didn’t give me much choice, did you?” he replied calmly. “You’re the one who’s been all over me so don't blame me if I fuck you too hard.” Another pause as the tension shifted completely. Zenith leaned in again, but this time, slower and more cautious, as if reassessing everything. And Lucas watched him closely.Waiting because he was no longer just resisting, he was testing a theory. He needed to get himself out of that fucking place. Zenith leaned in closer, slow this time, cautious, like he was stepping into unfamiliar territory. His eyes searched Lucas’s face, trying to read him. Trying to understand if this was defiance, or something else. “You’re playing a dangerous game, Luc,” he muttered, voice lower now, less certain than before. Lucas didn’t flinch or look away.
The 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
Zenith didn’t stop watching him and Lucas felt it. The weight of those eyes tracking every move he made. But he tried and focused on his prep. He managed and kept his hands steady. Knife moving in clean, precise strokes leaving onions and herbs in perfect cuts. He refused to give Zenith the satisf
Lucas smiled and nodded. “Okay, boss—whatever you say,” he replied casually, his grin easy and unguarded. Alex didn’t answer with words. Instead, he reached for Lucas’s hand and gently pulled him along. They crossed the office, heading toward the other side where the space opened into a stylish
Then he whispered, low and unsteady, “Oh, Lucas… I think I’m losing it over you. What am I going to do about these crazy feelings, hmm?” Lucas barely had time to breathe before Alex leaned in. A lingering kiss brushed his forehead. It was warm and deliberate. Then he slid to his cheek, soft but
Lucas swallowed, as he managed a smile. “That's more like it. Thank you for everything my Lucas.” Alex said and released him. Lucas finally found his voice. “Well, you also did it because you fought your way to success.” Alex chuckled softly. “Yeah…but I fought with your encouragement. Yo







