All Chapters of Trigger Code: Obey The Devil: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

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Chapter Eleven: Legal Criminal

(Noah's POV) I thought I was going to be shot and dumped in the river. Or maybe treated to a latte spiked with cyanide. But no. Lucien put me in a pressed black shirt, told me I had twenty minutes to look “like a reflection of me,” and shoved me into the passenger seat of a car that probably cost more than the building I used to live in. This wasn’t freedom. I sure as hell know Lucien isn't gonna just drive me back to my tiny apartment and bid me farewell. He didn’t tell me where we were going, he just drove. He didn’t speak much either. Just adjusted his cuffs. Tapped the wheel. Checked his reflection. Which… okay. Fair. I was checking his reflection too. How does someone look expensively fine even when they’re just breathing? --- We parked in front of a high-rise that looked like it didn’t even belong on our side of the city; polished stone, gold-lettered glass, valet with white gloves… I squinted at the sign by the door. > BLACKWELL & STONE LLP – PRIVATE LITIGATION “

Chapter Twelve:Echoes Don’t Lie

(POV: Third Person's Limited (Lucien) 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 to his bedroom, opened the door, and 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 on one room. Noah’s room. There he was, on camera, curled in a tight ball under the covers, face buried in the pillow. Lucien stared. Something in his chest tightened. A noise without sound. A thread without tension. “Fuck.” He grabbed his phone and dialed. A voice on the other end picked up instantl

Chapter Thirteen: Tease

(POV: Third Person Limited (Lucien) The sky was still bleeding gray when Lucien unlocked the bedroom door to peek at Noah. He didn’t need a reason, it's his house and his boy. And yet… he entered like a thief. Noah lay curled on the bed, exactly where Lucien left him hours ago. Hoodie half-zipped. Legs tucked up. The blanket twisted around his frame like he'd been holding on through a storm. Lucien stood still at the edge of the room, watching the boy breathe. Noah's breathing went in-out…shallow. Too light to be restful. There was something in the way he slept with his hoodie still on, and arms wrapped tight around his own body, that made Lucien’s throat feel dry. “You sleep like someone who’s always cold,” he thought. “What are you still hiding from… even in sleep?” He walked over, soundless. He pulled the blanket a little higher over Noah’s shoulder, not to cover him from the cold, just to see if he’d flinch. He didn’t flinch. Lucien lingered… just long enough to memorize t

Chapter Fourteen: Blur Pasts

(Noah's POV) The silence in the penthouse feels staged, like a theatre set waiting for the actors to scream. But there’s no incoming scream. 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, but offered like it was a glass of water. Saying shit like, "You’re mine. You’ll learn to defend yourself from people that might want to harm you." 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 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 very dangerous and scary and bloody and… I don't know. 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

Chapter Fifteen: Not Tonight, Pet.

(POV: Third Person Limited – Noah) Lucien hadn’t spoken to him directly in three days. Not a word, not a touch, not a glance, not even a threat. Just razor-sharp silence that wrapped the penthouse like a noose. Red was the new middleman. “Lucien said, get this done.” “Lucien wants this hacked by noon.” “Lucien expects you dressed in this by the time I get back.” “Lucien said this,” “Lucien said that,” Noah had never hated a messenger so much in his life. Especially one who smirked like he knew his anger. It didn’t hurt, exactly. Not in the “boo-hoo, Daddy ignored me” way. It just felt… wrong. Off. Like Lucien had flipped a switch somewhere inside the walls and now the whole penthouse hummed with a different frequency. It's like the air itself was punishing him. Noah tried to shake it off. He blasted music, refused to wear what was laid out for him, chose socks that didn’t match and spiked his hair higher just to be annoying. But still, he got no reaction from Lucien. He even

Chapter Sixteen:The Room with No Locks

(POV: Third Person's Limited— Noah) “Before I forget how much I enjoy watching you sleep.” Noah swallowed, but he didn’t back down. 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? What the fuck does that even mean? Replaceable asin you could kidnap someone else to toy with? You're such a bad liar, you act like I'm worth less than the dust beneath your feet, 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, I bet you enjoyed watching me play with my dick. But if I’m really a prisoner, then act like it. Chain me up. Punish me. Be the monster I know you are. But if I’m n

Chapter Seventeen: Safe Words & Silk Ties

(POV: Third Person Limited (Noah) Noah woke up to sunlight streaming across his sheets. He robbed his eyes and looked around to be sure it's his room, “this room suddenly has a window?” He asked no one in sight— the room had a window all along, Lucien didn't just grant it to Noah until that morning. There's a plate of toast left on his nightstand, still warm. No note. He could hear quiet footsteps outside his door, fading, he knew it wasn't Lucien's. Lucien's footsteps aren't that light. Noah sighed and forced himself out of bed to the bathroom… he went through his morning routine with thoughts running through his mind. It's nice he's been granted a window, but the silence still made his chest ache more than anything. This toast at his bedside means don't come out for breakfast, and that hurts him. He thought they progressed a little last night, but waking up to a toast at his bedside, with no note, maybe there was no progress. He still wasn’t sure he was, to Lucien. A captive? A s

Chapter Eighteen: Dress Code

(Noah’s POV) I don’t know what time I woke up. It was bright outside, but not too bright, just the kind of light that slips through the window and gently licks your eyelids, not enough to burn, just enough to let you know the night is over. The bed smelled like Lucien; leather and 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 the floor of that room feels like. But today, my body didn’t ache in the bad way. It felt warm, settled, and a little floaty, like I was still underwater. Still in that headspace from yesterday, I've never felt safer. I pulled my hoodie tighter around me and stepped out into the hall, unsure if I was even allowed to just wander. Lucien was al

Chapter Nineteen: Pretty Boy, Act Accordingly

(Noah's POV) I stood there, blinking. Maybe too many times. Did he just say—? Lucien tilted his head slightly. “Strip, Noah.” My brain glitched. I didn’t move at first. I just stared at him, caught between confusion and alarm. That one word had yanked the ground from under me. Strip? He didn’t sound angry. Or eager. Just…expectant. Like it was the most normal request in the world. Like asking someone to pass the salt. But I couldn’t move. I couldn’t even swallow the lump in my throat. There was a pressure tightening around my chest like an invisible string being pulled. "I…" My throat burned. “I’m not having sex with you right now. We— we agreed to take it slow. On my own terms.” The words came out flat and fast, and maybe a little shaky at the end. “If you wanted to… you could’ve, I don’t know, given me a heads-up or something so I could prepare—” “Sex?” Lucien cut in, one brow raised, a smirk ghosting over his mouth. “You have high expectations.” That made my brain short-ci

Chapter Twenty: Lucien's Pretty Boy

(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, he 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, and I sucked in a shaky breath. He tilted his head slightly. One brow raised, not in question, but command. He's telling me to stay still, without actually saying a word. Behave. And I did. _____ The venue looked like

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