All Chapters of GOLDEN BOY, BAD BOY: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

THE EYES THAT WATCH 2"Yeah. We found him behind the building."Ryan's expression tightened as he looked at the officer."Someone escaped?"The officer gave a slow nod, his face still carrying the tension of what they had discovered."Looks like it."For a moment, nobody spoke.James turned his attention toward the back hallway, staring into the darkness beyond the entrance. Something about the entire place felt wrong. It wasn't the feeling of a simple robbery gone bad. It wasn't the desperate chaos of someone breaking in because they needed money.This was different.Everything about the scene felt deliberate.The damage. The bodies. The way everything had been left behind.This wasn't the work of someone who lost control.This was organized.Controlled.The kind of violence carried out by people who knew exactly what they were doing and had done it before.James stepped into the hallway, his eyes scanning every detail.The walls were stained with blood and dirt. The floor was covere

RUN AWAY, SANDERSRoseanne stood by the door, her bleary eyes moving from the pair of glasses lying on the bed, to Blake, before finally settling on Ethan. For a long second, nobody said anything. Then she burped and took a step closer. “What…” she slurred, blinking slowly. "...the hell is going on here?" Ethan's heart nearly stopped in his chest as he immediately scooted away from Blake. He grabbed his glasses off the bed and shoved them back onto his face, fumbling with the frame so badly that he nearly snapped it in half and almost poked himself in the eye. Blake stood up so quickly the bed creaked beneath him. “I… it's nothing,” he said with a nervous smile. "What are you doing here?”Roseanne ignored him, frowning harder as she pointed lazily between the both of them. "What… are…” She smacked her mouth, squinting. "What are you doing here?”Blake opened his mouth to answer again, but nothing came out. His brain was always quick enough to come up with excuses at times like thi

CHAPTER 76 THE KNOCK AT THE DOOR Ethan pulled his blanket over his shoulder, wrapping tightly beneath it as he drifted through a dreamless sleep. For the first time in what felt like forever, his mind was strangely… quiet. He didn't have his usual nightmare, or disturbing thoughts about Blake, or imagined Jacob chasing him through the Thompson's mansion. All he felt was silence. But then voices cut through the peace, muffled at first. “I'm telling you… call me later..” Ethan frowned in his sleep before placing his pillow over his head. But then the voice reached him again and his eyes snapped open immediately. “Jake?" he mumbled into his bed. He threw the pillow off his head and sat upright so fast the blanket slipped off his shoulder. “Jake!" Without bothering to put on his slippers, Ethan crawled off the bed and pushed himself to the floor before rushing toward the bedroom door. His blanket wrapped around his foot, nearly tripping him as he turned down the hallway. H

THE SHOES UNDER THE BED Aaron paced across the room, running both hands through his hair and down his face as he cursed. His gaze would occasionally move to the open window and his voice would grow even louder. “What in the fucking hell do you think you're doing, Gina?” he finally snapped as he spun sharply toward her. "What the actual fuck?” Gina diddled with her fingers as she remained seated on the edge of the bed. She pulled the falling duvet to her chest while she stared calmly at the sheets despite the storm in front of her. Seeing her pull up the duvet for the second time sent new waves of rage rushing through Aaron's veins and he laughed bitterly. "So that's it, huh?” he asked, shaking his head. "That's what you're resorting to, silence? And you're even fucking–" He walked up to her and snapped the duvet down, exposing her breasts. “I have seen these shits countless times. Don't fucking act like I'm a kid.” Gina finally looked up at him as she slowly pulled the fabric

THE TAPE DOESN'T LIE Blake stared at Ethan as another cop led him down the hallway to the front door. The officer before him called his name again and his eyes snapped up to him. Reluctantly, he stood up and stepped forward. “After you," the man said, the bush over his lips twitching as he smiled. He pushed the thick gray door wider and gestured inside. Blake paused for a moment before walking into the room. The place was smaller than he'd imagined. Every police interrogation he'd ever watched from the movies had made the rooms look intimidating, almost theatrical with its dark lighting, smell of cigarette smoke, detectives pacing around the suspect. This place was disappointingly ordinary. Gray walls surrounded him with a metal table bolted to the floor at the center and three plain chairs around it. High in one corner mounted a camera, its tiny red light glowing steadily. The air conditioner hummed quietly, filling the place with a cold that seeped through his jacket. “I