บททั้งหมดของ STYGIAN : บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 30

Lewis shut his eyes tightly as the helicopter touched down, his fingers still laced in Derek’s hand like it was the only thing keeping him alive.The moment the blades began to slow, he exhaled deeply.“We’re alive,” he muttered.Derek let go of his hand without a word and stepped out first.Lewis followed carefully, his legs slightly weak as his feet met solid ground again.“I don't think I'd do this again,” he added under his breath.“Then you will have to walk back home,” Derek said as he adjusted his cuffs. “You should be given an award for having the worst solutions to problems,” Lewis said, rolling his eyes. Derek let out a short laugh. “We'll talk about that later,” he said. As they walked away from the helicopter, the seaport came into view. The area was busy with men moving around, containers stacked in rows, voices calling out orders. It was a very busy place but it was more controlled and more guarded than anything Lewis had seen before.To Derek, the seaport was another

The car ride was quiet but Lewis' heart was still beating faster and harder in his chest. No matter the number of times he thought about it, nothing could justify Derek's actions. Nothing. How could he ask for his leg to be broken? That's inhumane. That's cruel. That's the highest form of evil. And the worst part of it all, Derek still looked normal and unbothered. He didn't look like someone that had just beaten up another man. He sat stiffly by the window, his hands clenched tightly on his lap as his mind kept replaying what he had just seen over and over again. “Break his legs.”How did he let his guard down? Why did he for a moment believe that Derek might not be as ruthless as he claimed to be? Paulo was right… he should have stayed away from Derek and everything that concerned him. He shouldn't have come back at all. He wanted to talk but his throat felt too tight for words to leave. After swallowing countless times, “I want to go home,” he managed to say. Derek didn’t look

Lewis sat on the couch, his body relaxed in a way that didn’t feel entirely real. Derek sat beside him. Close enough to feel his breath on his skin. His breath hitched as Derek leaned in, his presence overwhelming in the dim light. There was something different about him here. Maybe because he was less controlling. And that alone, pulled Lewis in.“Say the word,” Derek said, his voice low.Lewis swallowed.“I want you,” he managed to say. Derek’s lips curved faintly. “To do what?” Lewis didn’t respond. He couldn’t because Derek’s hand had just brushed against his lips. The contact made Lewis' heart race.“I can do anything for you… anything you want,” Derek continued in a hush whisper. “I can fuck you, suck you, lick you, bite you… just say the word.”Lewis' lips parted but before he could talk, two of Derek's fingers slipped into his mouth. Slowly, his fingers moved from the tip of his tongue down and stopped at the end, close to his throat. With an open mouth, Lewis fixed his g

Lewis had been calling Barbie all day. Again and again and again. Each time, he got the same answer. No answer.He paced around his small apartment, his phone pressed tightly to his ear, his patience thinning with every unanswered call.“Pick up…” he muttered under his breath.He stared at the screen for a second, then dialed again. Still no answer. Frustration built slowly in his chest, mixing with something that felt like unease.This wasn’t like Barbie. She could be dramatic, and difficult sometimes. But ignoring him completely for hours? That wasn’t normal.Unless…Lewis shook his head.“No.” He refused to go there. Instead, he scrolled through his contacts and tapped another name.Lailac.The phone rang twice before she answered.“Hello?”“Lailac,” Lewis said quickly, relief slipping into his voice. “Have you seen Barbie?”“No,” she replied. “Why?”“She’s not picking up my calls,” he answered. “Oh… that’s strange.”“You haven’t heard from her?”“No, I’ve been out of town,” Lai

Despite sitting in the bar, Derek still couldn't believe that he was there. Unlike other bars, the place was alive in its own way. It was the kind of place where your authority and power becomes useless if you need it. Derek sat at a corner table, his posture remained relaxed but his eyes were alert. He didn’t like the situation, he didn't like the place, he didn't like being called out, he didn't like attending meetings he didn't initiate, especially when the man thought he had leverage. Across from him, the commissioner settled in after making him wait for minutes. “I'm sorry for making you wait,” the old man said, smiling too easily for someone in his position.“You shouldn't apologize for things you did intentionally,” Derek said calmly but the man understood his tone.“I appreciate you coming,” the commissioner said, pretending not to hear Derek's comment. “I don't appreciate an impromptu invitation,” Derek said. “I'll keep that in mind,” the commissioner said, still smiling