บททั้งหมดของ Yes Sir: Steamy BL Shorts: บทที่ 221 - บทที่ 230

The blade glinted in the dim light of the hotel room. Arthur Vane smiled, a thin, cruel slash of lips that reminded me eerily of his stepson, but devoid of any humanity."Don't touch him," Julian groaned from the floor. He was trying to push himself up, blood dripping from a cut above his eye, but he was dazed, his movements sluggish."Stay down, boy," Arthur said without looking back. "This is between me and the... pet."He advanced on me. I backed away until my heels hit the edge of the overturned coffee table. There was nowhere left to go."You know," Arthur mused, twirling the knife. "I hired the photographer. I paid the blackmailer. I even put the bomb on that ridiculous collar. And yet, you’re still here. Like a cockroach that won't die.""Why?" I asked, my voice trembling. "Why do this to Julian?""Because he owes me," Arthur spat, his face contorting with sudden rage. "I made him. I gave him everything. And he repays me by trying to sell the company? By refusing to merge with

The blue and red lights sliced through the rain, turning the manicured lawn of the Vane Estate into a strobing nightmare. Sirens wailed, a dissonant harmony that drowned out the distant thunder.Julian swayed, his hand pressed against his side, the white hospital gown now stained a fresh, terrifying crimson. He looked like a ghost—pale, sweat-slicked, and vibrating with a rage that was barely keeping him upright."Don't let her out of your sight," Julian gritted out to the lead officer as they hauled a screaming Seraphina toward the cruiser. She was fighting like a wildcat, her blonde hair plastered to her face, her eyes locked on Julian with a feral intensity."You have twenty-four hours, Julian!" she shrieked as they shoved her into the backseat. "Twenty-four hours before the world sees who you really are!"The door slammed, cutting off her voice. But the damage was done. The countdown had started.Julian’s knees buckled."Julian!" I lunged forward, catching him just before he hit t

The silence in the hospital room was heavy, suffocating, filled only by the rhythmic beep of the monitors and the sound of Julian tearing medical tape off his skin."You're insane," I said, watching him yank the IV needle from his vein. A drop of blood welled up, bright red against his pale skin. "You just had surgery. You lost pints of blood. And now you want to hunt down a man who claims to have poisoned us?""I don't want to," Julian gritted out, swinging his legs over the side of the bed. He swayed, gripping the mattress for support, his knuckles white. "I have to. We have a countdown, Elias. Every minute we sit here, the toxin is spreading.""But... 48 hours. Arthur said we have time.""We don't know how fast it moves," he snapped, reaching for his clothes. "And I can't be in a hospital when the symptoms start. I can't be at the mercy of doctors who won't know what's wrong with us."He pulled on his trousers, hissing in pain as he bent at the waist. The movement pulled at the fres

The private clinic smelled of lemon polish and underlying sickness a sterile, purgatorial scent that made my stomach churn. I sat in a plastic chair, my hands clasped tightly between my knees to stop them from shaking.I was clean now. The nurses had helped me scrub away the layers of grime, blood, and soot from the chemical plant. But I didn't feel clean. I felt infected.Decay.Arthur’s word echoed in my skull, bouncing off the walls of my headache. The pain was back—a dull, rhythmic throb behind my eyes that made the fluorescent lights seem too bright, too sharp."Mr. Thorne?"I looked up. A doctor in green scrubs was standing in the doorway of the private ward. He looked exhausted, his face drawn."How is he?" I asked, standing up too fast. The room spun.The doctor held up a hand to steady me. "We've stabilized him for the moment. His heart rate has dropped, and we’ve managed to stop the internal bleeding from the knife wound. But..." He hesitated, glancing back at the closed doo

The fire alarm didn't just ring; it screamed.A cacophony of sirens erupted throughout the private clinic, piercing the quiet hum of the ICU. Red strobe lights washed the walls in a bloody, pulsating glow."Code Red! Evacuate now!" a voice boomed over the intercom.Chaos erupted. Doctors and nurses sprinted past the open door of Julian’s room, abandoning their posts to head for the exits or to secure critical patients on the lower floors.I knew it wasn't a coincidence. The Silent Partner was making good on her promise. She was clearing the path.I didn't hesitate. I ripped the heart monitor leads off Julian’s chest, silencing the agonizing beep. I yanked the IV out of his arm, ignoring the spray of blood. He didn't react. He was too far gone, his skin waxy, his breathing shallow and ragged."Come on, Julian," I grunted, stripping the blankets off him.I grabbed a wheelchair from the hallway and hauled him out of bed. He was dead weight, a heavy sack of bones and muscle. I lifted him,