LOGINCharles By the time I got home, I was barely holding myself together. The drive back had been nothing but silence, yet my mind had been louder than ever. Every word Ivan had said kept replaying inside my head until I couldn't tell whether I was angry, betrayed, or simply exhausted.The moment I stepped into the house, I slammed the front door so hard the picture frames along the hallway rattled. My breathing was uneven, my fists were clenched so tightly my knuckles had turned white, and before I even realized what I was doing, I drove my fist straight into the wall.The impact echoed through the house. Pain shot through my hand, but I barely felt it.I kept trying to hold back the whole emotions but damn it, it’s even more difficult to pretend it’s alright. "Damn it!" I shouted, my voice bouncing off the walls before I grabbed the nearest flower vase and hurled it across the room. It shattered against the fireplace, sending broken pieces of glass skidding across the floor. That stil
Jaxen Hazel had barely finished washing her cup when she picked up her handbag from the kitchen counter and jingled her car keys between her fingers. The apartment had been unusually peaceful that morning, and for the first time in weeks, I had managed to sleep without waking up every hour expecting someone to kick down the door. As she headed toward the entrance, I followed a few steps behind, slipping on my jacket before she could ask what I was doing. She reached for the doorknob, then paused and looked back at me with a puzzled smile."Don't tell me you're coming with me.""I am.""Where exactly are we going?," she said, narrowing her eyes.I shrugged casually. "The same place you're going... at least for part of the journey."Hazel folded her arms, leaning against the door before studying me carefully. "Jax.""What?""You're smiling.""So?""You only smile like that when you're planning something."I gasped dramatically. "That is a horrible accusation.""It isn't.""It hurts my
Jaxen The drive across the city was strangely quiet. Hazel didn't pressure me into talking again after everything I'd told her at the restaurant, and honestly, I appreciated it. My head already felt heavy enough without having to explain things I barely understood myself. She simply kept both hands on the steering wheel, humming softly to whatever song was playing on the radio while I stared out of the passenger window.The streets looked normal—people crossing roads, couples laughing together, children chasing each other along sidewalks—but I couldn't remember the last time my own life had looked anything close to normal. It was almost painful watching everyone else live so freely while I felt like I had spent months running from one disaster straight into another.After nearly twenty minutes, Hazel slowed the car in front of a modest apartment building tucked away on a quiet street. There was nothing particularly special about it. No expensive gates, no security guards standing out
JaxenWalking into the restaurant almost felt unreal. For the first time in what seemed like forever, I wasn't surrounded by armed guards, abandoned warehouses, secret hideouts, or people speaking in riddles about my past. Instead, there was soft music playing through hidden speakers, the smell of fresh coffee mixed with baked bread, and ordinary people having ordinary conversations. I had forgotten what normal looked like. It felt strange... almost foreign. I stood by the entrance for a second, scanning the room until I spotted Hazel waving both hands at me from a table near the window. The moment our eyes met, the huge grin on her face made me smile despite everything weighing on my shoulders.The second I reached the table, Hazel stood up and wrapped both arms around me so tightly I almost lost my balance. She made it look like I had previously been declared brain dead, and only just made a miraculous recovery. She held onto me for several seconds before finally pulling away, thoug
Charles Everything's just unraveling at the wrong time!The club was louder than I remembered. Music pounded through the walls, colorful lights flashed across the room, and people danced as though they didn't have a single problem waiting for them outside. Laughter rose from every corner while waiters moved between tables carrying expensive bottles and overflowing glasses.Brad and I sat inside one of the private booths overlooking the dance floor, but unlike everyone else in the building, neither of us looked interested in having fun. A glass of whiskey sat untouched in front of me as my thoughts wandered from Jax to Viktor, then to Jackson and every secret that seemed determined to destroy whatever peace I had left.Brad noticed before I even spoke. Ever since surviving the shooting, he insisted he was back to normal, even though his movements occasionally reminded me otherwise. Still, he carried himself with the same confidence as always, leaning comfortably against the leather se
Jax The room became painfully quiet after Viktor's last words, and for the first time in what felt like forever, I couldn't think of a sarcastic response. My mind kept circling the same questions without finding a single answer. Siblings? Biological parents? More secrets Charles didn't know? It all sounded too ridiculous to believe, yet something about the confidence in Viktor's voice made it difficult to dismiss everything as another manipulation.I folded my arms tightly across my chest and began pacing the room again, hoping the movement would somehow untangle the mess inside my head. Instead, it only made the silence louder, and Viktor didn't interrupt me once. He simply watched, almost as though he understood that I was fighting with myself more than I was fighting with him.Just as I was about to demand that he either prove everything he had said or stop wasting my time, the heavy warehouse door opened. A man dressed in a black suit walked inside carrying a weathered brown pack
Charles Heat built in my core, rushing straight to my already aching cock.I slid my hand down to her pussy, feeling the wetness. Her jaw remained clenched and her breathing hard. I’m not sure what she wants to say but what I wasn’t expecting was for her mouth to curve into, “Fuck youI pressed m
CharlesThe car came to stop beneath a flickering streetlight. I got out, the gravel, broken glass, and grime of the warehouse district crunching under my shoes.It’s a depressing place, but it’s also quiet—perfect for my meetings and for all the violence. We’re parked in front of two small, dark
Jax“You’re awake.”The voice is husky and the scoff that followed made me rub my eyes. It took an extra second to realize what was going on. Shit… I really did fall asleep?“You wanted me to die in my sleep?”“I’d give my life to Christ if you did. You know? Never call myself the devil.” That was
CharlesIvan looked at me impassively. “This isn’t you, and it’s reckless.”“I told him the same thing,” Brad added. Damn it.I clenched my jaw and turned away. My younger brother and I are at Brad’s penthouse. We're supposed to be meeting here to talk about business but somehow, Ivan, who I'm tw
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