Todos os capítulos de Trigger Code: Obey The Devil: Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

(POV: Third Person's Limited (Lucien)The house was quiet when they got back.Too quiet.Noah didn’t say a word throughout the drive back to the penthouse.Didn’t touch his collar. Didn’t crack a joke.Just walked behind Lucien like a ghost made of silence and fear.Lucien led him upstairs.Opened the bedroom door. Gestured inside.“Go lie down.”Noah did.No questions. No sass.Just a slow, tired walk toward the bed and the faint rustle of fabric as he crawled beneath the covers, fully clothed.Lucien shut the door.But he didn’t walk away.He returned to the hallway. Took the next left. Entered the study and sat behind the wide desk where every decision was made.One key tap brought up the surveillance panel.Ten feeds. One room.Noah’s.There he was — on camera — curled in a tight ball under the covers, face buried in the pillow, hoodie half-on like he hadn’t had the energy to undress.Still. Silent. Small.Lucien stared.Something in his chest tightened. A noise without sound. A t

(Noah's POV)The silence in the penthouse feels staged, like a theatre set waiting for the actors to scream.But there’s no screaming.Not tonight.Just me. And my blanket. And this hoodie I didn’t ask for but somehow can’t take off.Lucien gave me a gun yesterday.Or — no. Not gave. Offered.Like it was a glass of water.Like it was toothpaste.Saying shit like, "You’re mine. You’ll learn to defend what I own."I should’ve made a joke about being a Gucci bag or a poodle in pearls, but…I didn’t.Because my mouth stopped working the moment I saw it —That gun.I don’t even remember what kind. Black, small, smooth. I’ve probably played with the exact one in a game before.But in Lucien’s hand, it looked like something worse.Something ancient.Something that knew me.And that fucking sucks, I don't even know why, like I understand getting scared when we were held at gun point in front of Lucien's apparent law firm, but getting scared when handed a frickin gun? I just don't get it. I do

(POV: Third Person's Limited— Noah)“Go to your room, Noah.”Noah didn’t move.Lucien didn’t blink.The air between them was carved sharp—cold marble over raw nerves.Then, Lucien added—quiet, flat, dangerous:“Before I forget how much I enjoy watching you sleep.”Noah swallowed.But he didn’t back down.Not this time.His voice was hoarse, pulled straight from the pit in his chest. “No.”Lucien tilted his head, just slightly.“I’m not leaving until you tell me what the hell I’m doing here,” Noah said. “You kidnapped me, tore apart my life, and now you won’t even look at me unless it’s to remind me I’m replaceable?”Lucien’s eyes didn’t flicker. Not once.“And yet,” Noah continued, “you stopped Red from hitting me. You carried me out of the room. You brought me snacks. You—” he exhaled hard, heat prickling behind his eyes, “—you watched me jerk off and didn’t say shit. You just watched. So if I’m a prisoner, then act like it. Chain me up. Punish me. Be the monster I know you are. But

(Noah’s POV)I don’t know what time I woke up. It was bright outside, but not too bright. The kind of light that slips through the window and gently licks your eyelids, not enough to burn, just enough to tug. The bed smelled like Lucien — leather and something darker underneath, like a storm caught inside silk. Okay, that doesn't make sense but it also doesn't make sense how my bed smelled like Lucien and we didn't spend the night together or something like that.I stretched. Groaned. Blinked at the ceiling.And smiled.That… wasn’t supposed to happen.I never smile in the morning. Especially not when my thighs are sore and my knees remember what floor tile feels like.But today, my body didn’t ache in the bad way. It felt warm. Settled. A little floaty, like I was still underwater. Still in that headspace from last night. Safe.I pulled the hoodie tighter around me and stepped out into the hall, unsure if I was even allowed to just wander.Lucien was already seated at the breakfast t

(Noah's POV)The car ride was quiet.Not the awkward kind, not tense. Just…quiet. Like a still pond. Lucien sat beside me, a picture of cold perfection in his suit, one leg crossed, fingers tapping lightly against the leather armrest. There was a silver ring on his thumb I hadn’t noticed before.He didn’t say anything. Didn’t need to. He didn’t have to touch me either. Not physically.Because I could already feel him. That gaze. The weight of it.My body remembered it too well. The plug inside me was a constant reminder, sitting snug in my ass, unmoving for now, but heavy, pressing into me, like a little secret buzzing in the dark, waiting. Like Lucien was there even when he wasn’t.I shifted a little in my seat.Wrong move.Lucien’s eyes slid toward me. Slowly.I froze.He tilted his head slightly. One brow raised, not in question, but command. Stay still, it said. Behave.I did.The venue looked like something straight out of a billionaire’s fever dream.Gold lights. Smooth jazz ble