All Chapters of Scarlet Obsession [BL]: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

“Are you sure this place is safe?” Mark asked the question again for what felt like the millionth time. James didn’t even bother to look at him, he just let out a sharp sigh through his nose, eyes still fixed on the small tablet in his hands. “I’ve already said it about a million times,” James muttered. “Are you deaf?” The car was quiet for a few seconds after that. Outside, the night had fully settled, darkness surrounding them. They had been parked in the same spot since early evening, tucked between two older buildings a short distance from the syndicate. From here, the main entrance was visible enough through the dark, but they remained far enough not to draw attention. “James is right. No one is likely to find us here, it’s a blind spot.” Elian finally spoke. Mark leaned back in the driver's seat, raising both hands slightly in surrender. “I know. I’m just… teasing.” At that, Dex and Elian, who were both sitting at the back, exchanged a brief look, passing a very clear mess

A sudden loud ring cut through the earpiece, almost deafening. James and Dex had to pull it out immediately. “Fuck! What the hell was that?” Dex asked, wincing slightly. “Shit.” James muttered, fingers typing rapidly on the keyboard. “I think someone messed with the intercoms.” He said, looking around frantically. He wired a new set of earpiece and plugged it in his ear. “Mark? Mark. Boss?” He called but there was no response. James tore the earpiece out and set it aside, doing the same with the laptop that rested on his thighs. The multiple camera feeds flickering across the screen as he picked up his gun from his side and cocked it in one sharp motion, then he reached for the door handle. A firm hand closed around his arm before he could open it. James turned sharply to Dex’s hard eyes set on him, locked on him with clear warning. “What do you think you’re doing?” Dex asked. James’s jaw was tight, his face filled with worry. “We need to go get him. Mark’s in danger. He

Michael lunged forward and threw the first punch, aimed straight right at Elian’s face. Elian moved at the last second, slipping past the blow. The moment Michael’s weight shifted, Elian countered, driving a solid strike into his brother’s side. Michael’s body jerked slightly from the force, and surprise flashed across his face. But it didn't last long, he recovered fast, twisting to aim a sharp blow toward Elian’s ribs. Elian dodged again, barely. And when Michael came in for another strike, Elian caught his wrist, twisted hard, and punched him in the face, then used the momentum to spin him around. In the same motion, he locked an arm around Michael’s neck from behind, tightening the hold. Michael struggled immediately, muscles straining as he tried to break free. When he couldn't find a way out, he drove his head backward, headbutting Elian. The impact cracked against Elian’s face hard enough to force him to loosen his grip. Michael tore free and stumbled a few steps back, breat

“This wasn’t what we planned,” Dex said breathlessly, his voice straining and almost breaking apart under the weight of pleasure. His wrists were locked tightly against the bedframe, metal cuffs biting into his skin every time he pulled. The position left him completely open, chest bare, and body trapped beneath Elian with no way to take control back. And Elian was taking full advantage of it. Somehow, Elian had managed to seduce the dumbness out of Dex, he even managed trick him to get cuffed to the bedframe. He sat astride Dex’s hips, moving in a slow rhythm that kept every stroke deep. His hands rested against Dex’s chest as he rolled his hips down again, taking him to the hilt. The wet sound of their bodies meeting filled the quiet room, mixed with the soft creak of the bed, Dex’s uneven breathing and Elian's quiet groans. Elian looked down at him with a satisfied expression. There was heat in his eyes, also the pleasure of having Dex like this, restrained and unable

“Fuck.” Dex groaned, immediately finding a cover. “Dex!” Elian shouted, running out of the room. His eyes widened at the sight of his father, holding a gun in his hand, looking the craziest Elian had ever seen him. “Get back!” Dex yelled back immediately, shooting towards the elevator, where Luciano was. Luciano didn’t stop firing. Bullets tore through the open space of the penthouse, slamming into walls, furniture, and the edge of the counter Dex had taken cover behind. The sharp, continuous crack of gunfire filled the air, mixed with the sound of breaking glass and splintering wood. “You dared,” Luciano snarled between shots, voice raw with fury. “You dared put your hands on my son. Michael meant more than you ever would. He made me proud, he did things you never even dreamed of. While you…” another shot rang out “you were nothing but a puppet. A useless, weak little shadow that had to be dragged through life.” Dex returned fire from cover, forcing Luciano to shift posit