Semua Bab Sin For Me, Sir.: Bab 11 - Bab 20

---Chapter 12The Man Who Built the CageAnderson Blake’s POV---Control isn’t just about power at least not in the way people think power is loud and temporary.Real control is quiet belief, not force.You make them believe they’re safe, they’ll walk straight into the trap and call it home.You make them believe they’re free, they’ll hold the leash themselves.Leila Monroe doesn’t yet realize she’s already wearing mine.---I saw her the moment she stepped out of the Whitlock Building.Most people exit a building like that with one of two energies either slow and loose from a long day, or brisk and sharp because they’re late to somewhere else.Leila’s pace was neither.Her walk tonight was tight. A careful urgency that made me think of someone trying not to run in front of a predator.And as predators… we notice that kind of thing.---She didn’t see me right away.I’d been parked half a block down, lights dimmed, with engine low. I prefer to watch first the truest things people do

Chapter 13The Bargain Sebastian’s POV---Her pulse was there, pulsating under my thumb like a bird that didn’t know yet whether it was caught or free.She didn’t move away nor did she tell me to stop.She simply just looked at me with that kind of slow, measuring look of a woman who knows she’s standing too close to the edge but hasn’t decided whether to step back or fall forward.Rain was still dripping from my coat, pooling on her hardwood floor. Her hair was damp too like a fine mist clinging to strands, making them catch the kitchen light.She smelled faintly floral, but sharper now, edged with adrenaline.The tote sat behind her on the counter, a silent sentinel between us.It wasn’t just about curiosity anymore now I could feel the weight of it in the room, like a third heartbeat.If I’d been a different man, I’d have taken it already.But control isn’t ripping something from someone’s hands.Control is making them give it to you.“Sebastian…” she started, but her voice trail

Chapter 15The Edges of SilenceLeila’s POV---The note was still in my hand when the clock ticked past midnight.They were just five words….”Don’t trust either of them”, that was all.The handwriting was unmistakable like Damian’s looping script, heavy on the D, the t slashed sharper than it needed to be. I’d seen it on grocery lists, scrawled across envelopes, the margin notes of books he borrowed and never returned even my fingers knew it before my brain did.And yet… it felt wrong to see it here.The paper trembled faintly against my grip, though my hands weren’t shaking. The tremor came from somewhere else, deeper, like my body had recognized the weight of it before my mind caught up.I set the note back down on the table, but it didn’t stay quiet. It stared at me, an accusation, daring me to move.Outside, the rain softened from a downpour to something steadier, a hum against the glass, less violent but more suffocating in its patience. The city was asleep, or at least pretend

Chapter EighteenThe Weight of KeysSebastian’s POVThe moment the call ended, I knew very well that she wouldn’t sleep.Leila was never built for stillness. She was built for sharp edges and sleepless nights, for watching shadows until they bent toward her.And now she held the third key.I could feel it.Keys are never objects, they are choices dressed in metal and choices always bleed and will definitely bleed.I had to get to her before they did.When I reached her apartment, I didn’t knock. I let Blake do that part, because Leila would never open the door for me not while she still pretended not to want what she feared.But I heard her voice through the thin walls, whisper-raw.Gods, she didn’t even know yet how every sound she made tied itself to me like thread. How Damian had perfectly stitched her into the game before she even knew the board existed.Blake’s voice at her door was calm, coaxing. “Open the door, Leila before they do.”They.The three watchers outside.Not human,

Chapter Twenty The Quiet MathematicsDamian’s POVThe knock silences them.Of course it does.Three people, three different equations, all suspended by a sound they cannot solve.Inside, Sebastian stills first. Always the predator steadily pausing, calculating, deciding whether the sound is prey or rival because he never has a partner not even his wife. He will assume the latter. He has always assumed the world spins around challengers waiting for him.Leila’s breath stutters next. She isn’t afraid of the noise itself. She is afraid of what she doesn’t know always the impatient and she is clever enough to know she doesn’t know much. That awareness is both her strength and her fracture.Blake reacts last as he took steps closer, hand already tightening into a fist just like a protective reflex or maybe loyal reflex just perfectly the sort of reflex that kills men like him early, because loyalty is faster than reason.I could predict their exact words before they speak.Sebastian: shar