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Chapter 1: Kiss me hard

"You're making this hard for me, Leo…" tears spilled out from Daveson's eyes as he was pressed against the wall with Leonard's tall frame hovering before him."...shhhh…it's also difficult for me too, imagine knowing you're a traitor but I feel powerless to do anything. What the fuck have you done to me Dave…." His breath hitched.Leonard's hands came up to frame Daveson's face, thumbs brushing away the tears with a tenderness that made Daveson's chest ache. "Don't cry," he murmured, his violet eyes dark with desire and something deeper, more dangerous. "I can't think straight when you cry.""Then don't think," Daveson whispered, his voice breaking. His hands found Leonard's chest, feeling the rapid thundering of his heart beneath the expensive silk shirt. "Just... touch me. Make me forget everything else."A low groan escaped Leonard's throat. "Dave, if I start, I won't be able to stop.""Good." Daveson fisted his hands in Leonard's shirt, pulling him closer until their bodies were f

Chapter 2:

Leonard's hands were everywhere, sliding up Daveson's back, thumbs brushing over nipples, fingers digging into the curve of his ass. It was overwhelming in the best way, like Leonard was trying to touch all of him at once, like he couldn't get enough."Wanted this for so long," Leonard confessed against his skin. "Every time you looked at me with those eyes, every time you got that little crease between your brows when you were concentrating... Wanted to kiss it away. Wanted to make you look at me like you are now.""How am I looking at you?" Daveson managed, though thinking was becoming increasingly difficult with Leonard's hands and mouth doing such devastating things to him.Leonard pulled back just enough to meet his eyes. "Like I'm the only person in your world. Like nothing else matters."The raw honesty in his voice made Daveson's chest tight. He cupped Leonard's face, thumbs tracing the sharp line of his cheekbones. "Right now, you are. Right now, nothing else does."Leonard s

Chapter 3: The breaking point

SIX YEARS AGOThe apartment was darker than it should have been at three in the afternoon. Sixteen-year-old Roarke Daveson had stopped opening the curtains weeks ago. What was the point? Sunlight didn't make anything better. It just illuminated the emptiness, the decay, the slow dissolution of everything that had once been his life.He sat on the threadbare couch, one of the few pieces of furniture left, staring at his phone. No new messages. No missed calls. His mother hadn't contacted him in five days. Before that, it had been three days. Before that, a week.The pattern was clear. She was disappearing, piece by piece, slipping away like water through his fingers.His stomach growled, a hollow ache that had become familiar. There was half a loaf of bread in the kitchen, some peanut butter that was probably expired. That would have to last until he got paid from his shift at the corner store tomorrow. Twelve dollars for six hours of work under the table, because no one wanted to offi

Chapter 4: The infiltration

FOUR MONTHS AGODaveson's fingers flew across the keyboard of his ancient laptop.He'd been tracking Lissa Heyden's movements for months now, piecing together her schedule from social media posts, society page articles, and carefully monitored patterns. The woman was predictable in her vanity, she loved being photographed, loved being seen, loved the attention that came with being New York's darling businesswoman.Tonight, he'd finally found what he was looking for.A society blog had posted about upcoming charity galas and exclusive events. Buried in the third paragraph was a casual mention: And of course, everyone who's anyone will be angling for an invitation to Lissa Heyden's 45th birthday celebration in December. Sources say the guest list is already at 300, with security tighter than Fort Knox.December. That gave him four months.Daveson leaned back in his chair, mind already racing through possibilities. He couldn't just walk up to the front door. Couldn't buy his way in, he b

Chapter 5: Dangerous Attraction

Daveson stood in the marble foyer of the Heyden estate, his hands clasped professionally behind his back, his face a careful mask of neutrality. Around him, five other security personnel waited in similar poses, all of them hoping to be selected for the permanent detail.Marco had gotten him this far, an interview, a chance to prove himself. The rest was up to Daveson."Remember," Marco had told him that morning, "Mrs. Heyden is particular. She wants people who are competent but invisible. Professional but personable. You do your job, you don't ask questions, and you definitely don't stare."Daveson had nodded, committing every word to memory. He couldn't afford to mess this up. This was everything he'd been working toward for six years.The sound of heels clicking against marble made everyone straighten. Lissa Heyden swept into the room like a force of nature, tall, elegant, her dark hair pulled back in a severe bun that somehow made her look more beautiful rather than harsh. She wor

Chapter 6: The Setup

The warehouse on the outskirts of Brooklyn smelled like rust and abandoned dreams. Daveson checked the address three times before entering, his hand instinctively going to the knife strapped to his ankle. Raymond Drake had given him the contact, but that didn't mean he trusted this meeting.A figure emerged from the shadows. Tall, unremarkable features, the kind of face that would disappear from memory five minutes after you looked away. Professional."You're Daveson." It wasn't a question."And you're Vincent Corso."Vincent's expression didn't change. "Raymond says you need a performance. Something convincing but controlled.""That's right." Daveson pulled out a folder, spreading photographs and documents across a rusted metal table. "Lissa Heyden. December 15th. Her 45th birthday party at the family estate. Three hundred guests, high security, media presence."Vincent studied the materials with clinical detachment. "You want me to kill her?""No. I want you to try to kill her and f

Chapter 7: The driver

The party preparations consumed the entire household for the final three weeks.Caterers came and went. Florists transformed the ballroom into something out of a fairy tale. The security team ran drills constantly, preparing for every possible scenario except the one that was actually going to happen.Daveson volunteered for every extra shift, every additional briefing. He made himself present, visible, reliable. When the head of security asked for someone to personally oversee the final walkthrough, Daveson was the obvious choice."You'll be positioned here," the head of security told him, pointing to a spot on the ballroom floor plan. "Primary responsibility is Mrs. Heyden, secondary is her son. In the event of any threat, you shield them first, engage the threat second. Understood?""Understood.""Good. This party is the biggest event of the year for the Heydens. Nothing can go wrong."Daveson nodded, hiding his anticipation. "Nothing will."December 15th arrived cold and clear. Th

Chapter 8: Getting into their Heart

Daveson stood outside Lissa's private office, waiting to be summoned. He'd requested this meeting two days ago, and she'd finally granted him fifteen minutes of her time. Fifteen minutes to sell the most crucial part of his plan.The door opened. Lissa's assistant gestured him inside.Lissa sat behind her massive mahogany desk, reading glasses perched on her nose as she reviewed documents. She looked up as he entered, her smile warm and practiced. "Roarke. Come in, sit down. I've been meaning to speak with you anyway.""Thank you for seeing me, Mrs. Heyden." Daveson took the offered seat, keeping his posture professional but relaxed."Please, after what you did for me, I think we're past such formality. Lissa is fine." She set down her pen. "How are you healing? Those were some nasty bruises.""Almost gone. Nothing serious.""Good. I wanted to personally thank you again. What you did that night..." She paused, and for a moment something genuine flickered across her face. "I have enemi

Chapter 9: The truth

The first week as Leonard's driver was an exercise in patience.Leonard spoke perhaps ten words to him total. He would emerge from the estate at precisely seven AM, slide into the back of the black Mercedes without acknowledging Daveson's presence, and immediately pull out his phone or laptop. During the drive, he worked in silence. When they arrived at Heyden Industries headquarters, he'd exit without a word.Daveson learned Leonard's schedule through observation. Morning meetings with department heads. Lunch, usually working through it at his desk. Afternoon appointments with clients or partners. Evening events several times a week, dinners or functions where Leonard networked with mechanical efficiency.The man never stopped. Never relaxed. He moved through his days like a perfectly calibrated machine, every action purposeful, every word calculated for maximum impact.And he was ruthless.Daveson watched Leonard fire three people in the first week alone. Each time, his voice remain

Chapter 10: The Unraveling

Leonard didn't come to Daveson's quarters that night. Nor the night after.Daveson told himself it was for the best. That the clarity of distance was necessary, that whatever had happened in the library was a momentary lapse in judgment born of stress and desire. Leonard was his target. The son of his enemy. Getting emotionally entangled was exactly the kind of weakness that would get him killed.But lying in his small room in the staff quarters, Daveson found those logical arguments rang hollow.He'd been avoiding the main part of the estate, keeping to the shadows as he'd been trained. Monitoring. Watching. Waiting for the opening that would allow him to access Lissa's office, the records he needed to build his case against her. But instead, he found himself hyperaware of Leonard's movements. The sound of his footsteps in the hallway. The timbre of his voice when he spoke to staff. The way his violet eyes had searched for Daveson during meals, only to look away when their gazes met.

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