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Three days later they finally let Adrian leave the clinic.He walked out on his own feet even though the doctors told him not to. The bandage on his shoulder was clean now but still thick. He moved carefully, as every step reminded him of the bullet. I stayed close. His good hand never left the back of my neck.The car took us straight to the forest place again. Same concrete building. Same heavy door. Same bed. This time no alarms. No red dots on the screens. Just quiet.Adrian locked everything himself. Then he turned and looked at me for a long time.“Come here.”I went.He kissed me slowly at first. Then harder. His mouth tasted like the mint from the clinic and something darker. When he pulled back his eyes were already hungry.“I almost lost you twice,” he said. “I’m not waiting another night.”He walked me backward to the bed. My legs hit the mattress and I sat. He pushed my shirt up and off. Then my pants. He didn’t rush but he didn’t waste time either. When I was naked he sto

The note was still in Adrian’s hand when the silence in the bedroom turned heavy.Your father was never the only buyer.I’ve been waiting twenty-four years for what’s mine.See you soon, son.I sat on the edge of the bed, naked, heart slamming so hard I could feel it in my throat. The little black camera lay on the floor between us, still warm from being under the bed the whole time we were fucking.Someone had been in this house before we arrived.Someone had watched us.Someone who called me son.Adrian didn’t speak at first. He just stared at the paper like he could burn a hole through it. His wounded shoulder was bleeding again through the bandage. A thin red line ran down his arm and dripped off his elbow onto the wooden floor. He didn’t notice.“Adrian.”He looked up. His eyes were colder than I had ever seen them.“Get dressed. Fast.”I moved. My hands shook while I pulled on pants and a shirt. Adrian kept the gun in his good hand the whole time. He checked the closet, the bath

The phone stayed dark after that last message.Adrian didn’t answer it. He didn’t throw it either. He just turned it face down on the nightstand and pulled me closer until there was no space left between us. His good arm wrapped around my back. His wounded shoulder stayed carefully still. I could feel the heat of the fresh bandage against my skin.For a long time neither of us spoke.The lake house was quiet. Water moved against the dock outside. Somewhere far off an owl called once and then stopped. I lay with my forehead against Adrian’s collarbone and listened to his heartbeat. It was slower now. Steady.“I keep waiting for you to run,” he said finally. His voice was low and rough from everything that had happened.“I’m still here.”“I know.” His fingers moved slowly up and down my spine. “That’s what I don’t understand.”I closed my eyes. The truth sat heavy in my chest. I had every reason to leave. Blood. Lies. Guns. The knowledge that the man holding me had known I was his son a

The folder landed on the desk with a soft, heavy sound.Moreau opened it slowly, like he had all the time in the world. Inside were thick pages of legal text, old signatures, and a photograph of me as a newborn. He turned the photo around so we could both see it.“Your mother signed this when you were three days old,” he said. “In exchange for enough money to disappear and keep you hidden from Adrian. The final clause activates on your twenty-fifth birthday. At that moment, full custody and control transfer to me.”Adrian’s gun was still raised. “That contract is worthless.”“It’s ironclad,” Moreau replied calmly. “Private, sealed, and enforced by people who make your security team look like children.”I stepped closer to the desk. My heart was beating so hard I could feel it in my fingertips.“I said I would sign a new deal. What do you want?”Moreau looked at me with open interest. “I want an heir who cannot leave. Someone tied to me by more than money. Your father already marked yo

Ten days became nine without either of us mentioning the number out loud.Adrian kept his word. He barely let me out of his reach. If I walked into another room, he followed. If I sat down, he pulled me into his lap. At night he slept inside me or with his hand wrapped around my cock like he needed constant proof I was still there.During the day he worked.He sat at the table with two phones and a laptop, making calls in a low voice while I watched from the couch. I only caught pieces — names, bank accounts, shipping routes, old court cases. Every time he hung up, his expression got colder.On the morning of the eighth day, he closed the laptop and looked at me.“Moreau has three major properties and a private security firm that doesn’t officially exist. Two of the men who signed the original contract with your mother are already dead. The third one lives in Canada under a different name.” He paused. “I’m going to need to leave for thirty-six hours.”My stomach dropped. “Where?”“Nor