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The fury clouded my judgment completely. I clenched my fists with malice and took a firm step forward, willing to strike Richard in the middle of the wooden track to collect the impact from him. But immediately, my mother placed herself in the center of both, pushing me from the chest with desperation."Don't you even think about touching him, Luke! Don't you dare!" my mother screamed at me, covering her husband's body. "On top of that goddamn Frederick taking away the work of his entire life in the central office, now you are going to strike him! Is that the type of cold demon that psychopath converted you into?!".Everyone observed us without blinking. The scandal of murmurs and flashes was absolute. From the members of the northern elite to the low-resource union leaders, everyone pointed at us with their look.I turned my face toward my mother, my eyes injected with rage."You know absolutely nothing of what happens in this house," I snapped at her in a lethal hiss. "Stay with you

Luke, for his part, did not head to his room of the main suite nor did he walk toward the mansion's exit; he knew perfectly well that Frederick's men controlled the access and would register his exit. He walked straight toward the internal kitchen, crossed the gelid hallway of the service basement and followed with precision the indications the maid had given him.He arrived in front of the solitary gray metal door, turned the bolt and went straight out to the back alley, where there were no security cameras or armed guards watching the terrain. He crossed the secondary wooden gate and, without bothering to ask for a taxi, began to walk at a rapid pace under the night gloom of the road.He walked a little more than ten minutes in the middle of the night; the exact time in which Frederick delayed in saying goodbye in a protocol way from the last guests of the board and in signing the trust fund acts.Frederick entered the grand living room searching for his husband, but the space was d

I sighed deeply, the exhaustion of alcohol and rage taking its toll on my temples. I passed my hand over my face. "I didn't do anything to him, Riley," I told her, my voice coming out flat. "It was the whore Anastasia." Riley arched her eyebrows, surprised. "Anastasia?" she repeated. "What does that bitch have to do with this?". "She went up to the guest room while I was drunk on whiskey," I broke down for her with bitterness, clenching my jaw. "She took off her clothes and threw herself on top of me on the mattress. Luke opened the door right at that goddamn second and saw us." Steven, who was already sitting next to the minibar cleaning his face, let out a short, highly mocking laugh. "Are you serious, Bayron?!" Steven mocked, shaking his head. "What a genius. I am goddamn sure that if Riley finds me fucking another woman in a bedroom, she not only leaves the house; she cuts my dick off with a kitchen knife." I looked at him with a murderous fixity, my face contracting

I settled onto the darkest stool at the counter and made an imperative gesture to the bartender."Put a bottle of vodka and a bottle of whiskey on the bar right now," I ordered him, throwing a wad of crumpled bills onto the damp wood.The employee observed the money and hesitated a second before responding:"Sir, that volume of alcohol is too concentrated for just one person in a single session…"."Pour the fucking drink and keep your shit advice to yourself!" I interrupted him with a murderous fixity that made him swallow hard all at once.I grabbed the first bottle by the neck and drank directly from the spout, feeling the burning liquid scorch my throat.I needed to turn off my head once and for all, to silence the guilt that was eating me alive inside.In my mind a thousand possible routes spun regarding where Luke could be hidden, but all the equations led me to a blind spot.I drank without pausing, finish

I shook my head erratically, squeezing the paper cup with so much force that the cardboard deformed in my fist. "No... no. He is not going to file for any divorce," I denied between teeth. "He can't do that shit to me." Riley rested her back against my car's door and looked at me sideways with a grimace of pure incredulity. "Wow... you really are goddamn in love with him, aren't you, Frederick?" she insinuated to me in a whisper. I turned my face toward her. All the facade of cruelty, arrogance, and mobster coldness that categorized me had gone straight to hell in the last weeks. Without Luke by my side, I didn't give a fuck about the control of the central accounts or the status of the company. Even three days ago I ordered Marcus's execution at the northern docks as soon as one of my informants confirmed that my chief of security had formally allied with Anastasia and Richard t