MasukThe city center was far behind us by the time the sun fully broke through the gray sky. Andreas’s driver had taken the long routes, avoiding the main highways until we reached a small, quiet estate hidden behind a line of tall green trees. It was a simple house, far away from the flashing lights of the club and the dirty alleys of the docks. The air here smelled clean, like wet grass and pine leaves, instead of the salt and old grease of Pier 47.Inside, the rooms were warm and completely peaceful. I sat on the edge of a wide, soft bed in the upstairs room, my feet finally washed and wrapped in clean white bandages. Asher was lying right beside me, tucked under a pair of thick blankets. He had eaten two bowls of warm soup before his eyes finally grew too small to stay open, and now he was sleeping deeply, his little chest rising and falling in a steady, gentle rhythm. The yellow bruises on his face looked prominent against his pale skin, but his hands were loose and relaxed, no longer
The cold rain hit my face the second I kicked the rear exit door open, stepping out onto the slippery iron platform that hung directly over the black river. My left shoulder was throbbing with a fierce, burning pain where the bullet had torn through my shirt, but the adrenaline running through my veins kept my grip tight on my silver piece. A few feet ahead of me, Dante Moretti was scrambling toward the edge of the dock, his expensive black coat soaked through and splashing in the puddles as he realized his getaway boat was nowhere to be seen."Move another inch, Dante, and I will put a round right through your spine," I called out, my voice dropping into a low, deadly tone that cut straight through the sound of the falling rain.Dante froze, his shoulders tensing up as he slowly raised his hands into the air. He turned around to face me, his slick dark hair plastered against his forehead, but he still tried to force that calm, easy smile onto his wet lips. "Andreas. Let's be smart ab
The papers were scattered all over the long table at the venue, the blue ink from the bank transfers showing every single penny Dante had stolen from our southern accounts over the last five years. Old man Rossi sat at the far end of the room, his eyes fixed on the digital sheets while the other southern captains murmured under their breath, their angry voices filling the tight space. My heart was pounding against my ribs, a cold, sharp panic freezing my blood because I knew exactly what time it was. The noon vote was supposed to start in less than an hour, but Dante wasn't in the building, and his personal drivers had completely disappeared from the main gate."The numbers don't lie, Rossi," I said, my voice rough and completely raw as I slammed my open palm down onto the table. "Dante ran the operation that destroyed Horton Rowen's family. He didn't just leak our security codes last night; he used Arthur to frame me so you guys would vote me out of the seat today. And right now, he
My bare feet slapped against the gritty iron stairs as I scrambled up the narrow steps at the back of the warehouse. Down below, the flashlight beams were sweeping across the dark rows of crates, the drivers shouting at each other as they realized I had slipped past their circle. My lungs felt like they were on fire, each breath coming out in a ragged gasp that scratched my throat. I didn't care about the pain in my body, and I didn't care about the blood dripping from my heel where the glass had cut me. I only cared about the small room at the top of the platform.I reached the upper landing, my hands skidding against the cold metal railing as I threw my weight against the door of the old office. It burst open with a sharp click, swinging back against the wall.The space was small, smelling of old grease and wet paper. Right in the center of the floor, under a single flickering yellow lightbulb, was a metal chair."Arthur?" a tiny, cracked voice whispered.The sight broke me complete
The cold air coming off the river felt like tiny needles hitting my bare skin. I had been running for what felt like miles, my chest burning and my throat completely dry. My bare feet were numb now, covered in dark grime and small scratches from the sharp stones along the industrial road. I stopped at the corner of a rusting metal fence, my body shaking violently as I looked out at the massive, dark shape of Pier 47.The building was a giant, collapsing warehouse that sat right over the black water. The windows were mostly broken, looking like empty eye sockets staring down at me in the dim morning light. There were no cars parked in the main lot, and no signs of movement near the wide front loading doors. The only sound was the constant, rhythmic slapping of the river against the green wooden pillars below the dock line.I reached down to my right ankle, my fingers slipping under the hem of my damp trousers. I pulled out a small, simple kitchen knife wit
The old kitchen was completely dark except for the thin yellow streetlights shining through the dirty windowpane. I sat cross-legged on the floor, wrapped tightly in the damp wool blanket Marco had given me at the diner. My bare feet were swollen, the small cuts on my toes throbbing with a dull pain every time I shifted my weight on the cold floor tiles. The flat smelled like old dust and trapped air, a place I hadn't stepped inside for months, back when I thought my biggest worry was just finding enough dance gigs to pay the monthly utility bill. Now, it felt like a tomb.The silence in the room was heavy, broken only by the sound of my own ragged breathing. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Andreas standing on that high balcony, his face turning completely into stone as Dante shouted my real name to the room. The pain in my chest was a physical ache that wouldn't go away, a tight knot that made it hard to swallow. He hated me. He thought I was a monster who h
Ash's POVThe next night, I showed up at Andreas's private room exactly at ten PM, my stomach a knot of anticipation and dread.He was already there, sprawled on the bed this time instead of the couch, wearing nothing but black silk pants that hung low on his hips. "Punctual," he said approvingly.
Ash's POVThe next day's performance went smoother than the first. I was finding my rhythm and how to move in ways that made them throw more money. It still felt like selling pieces of my soul, but at least I was getting better at it."You keep dancing like that, you'll be fully booked for VIP with
Ash's POVI made it halfway down the hallway before I had to stop and lean against the wall, my heart racing like I'd just run a marathon.What the fuck had just happened?Andreas Lionel—the man whose family had destroyed mine—had just offered to make me his private toy. The worst part, the absolut
Andreas's POVThe boy beneath my desk was talented, I'd give him that. His mouth worked my cock with practiced enthusiasm, his pretty face flushed with effort as he took me deeper. Felix had been with me for six months now—a college dropout who'd stumbled into my club looking for quick cash and end







