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CHAPTER 42LUCADio mio. His fucking mouth.He was on his knees, one hand braced on my thigh, the other curled around the base of my cock like he owned it. Like he knew it better than I did. Adrien had that look again, the one I’d been seeing more and more since he started pretending he was fine. That smug, infuriating look—his lips slick, eyes dark, chin tilted up like he was in control.And I let him think he was.Because holy fuck, I was seconds away from falling apart.“Putain...” I hissed through clenched teeth, my fingers gripping the edge of the desk behind me so hard it creaked. “Bocchino perfetto... cazzo.”He pulled back slow, teasing, his tongue flicking at the slit, then sucked the tip back into his mouth, eyes never leaving mine. The eye contact was obscene. So deliberate. He knew what he was doing. Knew I liked it filthy and raw.And fuck if I didn’t want to grab him by that perfect hair and fuck into his throat.But I didn’t. I couldn’t.“Don’t look at me like that,” I

CHAPTER 44LUCAIt started with a sound.Small. Fractured. Not loud enough to wake the whole house, but sharp enough to slice through my sleep like a blade through silk.At first, I thought it was the wind. But then I heard it again.A whimper.I opened my eyes, disoriented by the dark. My arm was still around him. Adrien. His back was pressed against my chest, and his whole body trembled—barely—but enough for me to feel it.“No,” he whispered in his sleep. “Please… don’t. I’ll be good…”My chest constricted. I sat up, blinking into the shadows. The room was quiet except for his breath—shallow, shaky. His fists were clenched against the pillow.“Adrien,” I said, softly.He didn’t wake.His lips moved again. “Don’t—don’t make me—please, I said I’d behave—”I reached for him. “Hey. Wake up. Adrien—wake up.”He jolted upright with a sharp gasp, eyes wide and glassy, chest heaving. Sweat slicked his temples. His hand shot out blindly, grabbing at the edge of the duvet like it could anchor

CHAPTER 46LUCAI was halfway through reviewing a shipment manifest when Matteo’s knock came—too sharp, too fast."What?" I barked.The door opened, and Matteo didn’t waste time. "Warehouse. East dock. Blew up fifteen minutes ago."I was on my feet. "Anyone dead?""Three guards. One delivery guy. Two missing. Fire department’s already on it. Police are blaming faulty wiring.""And you don’t buy it."He tossed something on my desk—a black card. Clean. Matte. In the center, a raised gold emblem.Adrien’s father’s insignia.My jaw locked. "Where was this?""Left on the damn loading table. Right under a blown camera. Like a calling card."Fuck.I didn’t wait. I stormed through the hall, past Damon, who blinked at me. "Where’s Adrien?""Upstairs. Garden balcony. Reading some finance report.""Perfect."I found him lounging like a damn prince, legs crossed, a glass of orange juice on the table beside him."Enjoying the view?" I snapped.He looked up. Smiled. "Until you ruined it. What is it

CHAPTER 48ADRIENThere was ringing in my ears.Low. Persistent. Like a high-pitched scream buried somewhere in my skull. I blinked into the dim light, squinting at the ceiling above me. The room was unfamiliar.No—it wasn’t.It was Luca’s.I exhaled slowly. My chest hurt. My ribs ached. My mouth was dry. But everything else was… still.No movement. No voices. Just the tight ache in my throat and the vague throb in my side.Where was everyone?I sat up, slowly. Regret slammed through me. My head spun and I had to bite down on my tongue to stay upright. I blinked the dizziness away, rubbed my palm over my face.He wasn’t here.Of course he wasn’t.No one was.I glanced around the room again. The sheets smelled like him. Something I’d pretended not to like.I slid my legs off the bed and stared at the floor. Everything was silent. Peaceful, even.Weird.I should’ve been relieved. Should’ve thanked God or fate or whatever kept my ass from being splattered all over the carpet. But all I

CHAPTER 50ADRIEN I sat in the corridor. Cold floor. Bloody shirt. Hands trembling, but not from the cold.I could still hear him screaming. That sniper. His voice echoing in my ears even though he was probably unconscious by now. Or dead.Didn’t matter.Luca’s footsteps faded down the hall. They had taken me out of the basement. I didn’t fight it. I didn’t say anything. I let them drag me out like I wasn’t there at all.Because I wasn’t.Not really.My fingers were still stained red. Not shaking now. Just... numb.“Adrien?”I looked up. Luca.His face was tight, unreadable. Beside him stood Matteo, equally tense.Luca stepped forward. “Hey.”I blinked. “I stabbed him.”“I know.”“In both eyes,” I said slowly. “He kept talking. He wouldn't stop talking. So I made him stop.”Matteo looked like he wanted to say something but didn’t.Luca crouched in front of me. “You were scared. You reacted.”“He said my father has another son.”Luca’s jaw tensed. Matteo cursed under his breath.That