Lahat ng Kabanata ng Trigger Code: Obey The Devil: Kabanata 61 - Kabanata 67

(Noah’s POV)When I opened my eyes, the first thing I noticed was the emptiness.The space beside me was cold, sheets half-draped like Lucien had left in a hurry. I blinked a few times, my brain still foggy from sleep. For a moment, I thought last night had been a dream… Lucien’s voice, his warmth, the way he said your life matters now... to me.But the faint scent of his cologne on the pillow said otherwise.I yawned, stretching like a lazy cat, feeling muscles pull and then I noticed I didn’t ache as much as I expected. The soreness that had made it hard to even sit last night had softened into something manageable. The ointment really did its magic.After splashing my face and brushing my teeth, I changed into something comfortable; a loose linen shirt and drawstring pants. When I stepped into the living room, the soft light pouring in from the floor-to-ceiling windows made everything look golden.Lucien stood near the glass, a mug in hand, dressed in his usual black-on-black ensem

( Noah’s POV)I wasn't sure what Daniel was driving at but I couldn't have been more thankful when the masseurs stepped into the room, because now he'd let go of whatever he was trying to find out from me. The masseur’s hands were firm, professional… but foreign. Every press of his palm on my back made my skin tighten instead of relax. I wasn’t used to this. I wasn't used to people touching me gently, purposefully, like I was something worth caring for. My shoulders tensed, my chest felt too tight, and I almost flinched.No one had ever touched me like that. No one but Lucien.The thought slipped in before I could stop it. I shut my eyes, exhaling slowly, and imagined it was him… his hand tracing my back, his breath hovering just behind my ear, the low hum of his voice when he’d say my name like it belonged to him.The discomfort started fading. I pictured Lucien instead of the stranger, and suddenly, the heat in the room didn’t come just from the room's temperature.I was gone; half

The first gunshot cracked through the night.Metal screamed. Glass burst.The car jerked violently left as the driver shouted something sharp and quick into the comms. Noah’s whole body stiffened, eyes wide, hands flying instinctively to his ears as another deafening blast ricocheted across the street.Lucien reacted before thought existed.He grabbed Noah, dragged him across the seat, and shielded him with his own body. He soon ripped off his suit jacket and he forced it over Noah’s head, cupping the back of Noah’s skull firmly.“Don’t look,” he ordered, voice deep and low and terrifyingly calm.Noah trembled beneath the suffocating fabric, breath coming fast—too fast—his chest rising and falling unevenly.Gunshots.Noah hated guns.Lucien knew that. He’d sworn to himself to keep guns away from the boy.But tonight… tonight he had no choice. The car swerved again, tires screeching as the driver maneuvered through the ambush with the calm of someone who had definitely lived through

( Lucien’s POV)The scream hadn’t finished echoing when Noah hit the ground.For one horrifying second, I couldn’t breathe. The bat slipped from my hand, clattering uselessly on the blood-splattered floor. All I saw was Noah; small, trembling, terrified… and collapsing like his body had simply shut down.Everything else vanished.The men, the blood, the cell… all irrelevant.Only he mattered.I crossed the cell in two strides and scooped him into my arms. He was weightless; too light, too soft, too breakable. His head rested against my chest as if he belonged there, but his skin was cold with shock.My voice came out low.“Noah. Hey. Noah…”No response.I didn’t stay another second.I carried him out, my men stepping aside instantly. One of them shut the cell door behind us; the clang rang out like a punishment I deserved.We reached the living room upstairs.Slippers were waiting.My men were already kneeling to unbuckle the skating shoes from my feet; those blood-splattered monstros