LOGINScarlett sent the full file at midnight.Clara Voss. Financial records going back fourteen months. Three investment vehicles connecting her to the Marchetti network's eastern port operations. The amounts were not small, the trail was not accidental.Roman printed it. He laid the pages flat on the island."She has been funding them since the engagement ended," Roman explained. "Not coincidence, the timing follows the breakup by six weeks.""She built this from the moment Damien ended it," Archer confirmed from across the island."She did not end it," Damien corrected from the doorway. "I ended it. She wanted to continue, i did not.""So she spent four years building a mechanism," Lennon replied."Yes. With Marchetti as the instrument."Lennon looked at the pages."She knows the network well enough to fund it.""Her family has adjacent connections," Roman confirmed. "The eastern port holdings overlap with a logistics company her father owns." He held the page. "She walked into those con
The conversation with Patricia Lowe happened at nine PM.Roman found her in the apartment twelve blocks from the clinic. She was still there. She had not run, which meant either she had nowhere to go or someone had told her to stay. Roman's read was both.Lennon was there. Damien was not.That had been the agreement after forty minutes of disagreement. Damien negotiated with the network contact he had identified. Lennon handled Patricia with Roman.They did not love the division, they agreed to it.Patricia Lowe opened the door after the second knock. She was in her forties with the specific appearance of someone who had not slept since the early hours of the morning. She looked at Roman. She looked at Lennon and tried to close the door.Roman put a hand on the frame."Five minutes," Lennon told her. "Nothing you say goes to the police. We are not here for that."She looked at him."Then what are you here for.""Information. In exchange for the leverage they have on you being removed."
Damien flipped him onto his side, lay behind him, and entered him again. He wrapped one arm around Lennon's chest and fucked him with short, powerful thrusts. His other hand stroked Lennon's cock roughly. "Cum now," Damien said. Lennon moaned loud and shot thick ropes across the sheets. Damien kept fucking him through it, not slowing down.After Lennon finished, Damien pulled out, pushed him onto his back again, and straddled his waist. He stroked his own cock fast. Thick cum shot out across Lennon's stomach, chest, and neck. Damien groaned deep as he emptied everything.They lay on the bed afterward, breathing hard. Damien pulled Lennon against his chest and held him tight. Lennon stayed there, tension slowly leaving his body."I love you," Damien told him."I know," Lennon replied."We are going to get them back.""I know that too.”After a while of silence, Lennon broke the silence."Who has that kind of access," Lennon asked. "Not just to the clinic, to the code and the specific
Dr Reyes held the tablet and did not look away."The storage unit was accessed at three forty-seven AM," she told them. "Before the morning staff rotation. Before any authorized personnel arrived.""The access code," Roman pressed."Used correctly. No forced entry.""Someone had it.""Yes."“Who holds the code.""Three staff members. The clinic director. Myself." She set the tablet down. "The director did not authorize the access. Two staff members are present this morning, the third called in sick at six AM.""Twenty minutes after the timestamp," Archer noted from the door."Yes."Roman was already on his phone. He moved to the far end of the room without being asked.Lennon stood up.He walked to the window. He looked at the street. Ordinary Tuesday morning, people moving. A delivery truck idling at the corner, the city entirely indifferent.Damien came and stood beside him.Neither spoke for a moment."We get them back," Lennon said."Yes.""Whatever it costs.""Yes." Damien turned
Damien pushed Lennon's legs wider apart. He leaned over more and took Lennon's cock into his mouth in one go. He sucked hard, cheeks hollow, sliding all the way down until his nose hit pubic hair. Lennon groaned and grabbed Damien's head. Damien bobbed fast, sloppy wet sounds coming from his throat. Spit ran down Lennon's balls.While sucking, Damien shoved two fingers into his own mouth, got them dripping wet, then pushed them straight against Lennon's asshole. He rubbed the tight ring in circles before forcing both fingers inside. Lennon tensed then pushed back on them."Fuck yes," Lennon said, voice rough.Damien fucked him with the fingers, stretching the hole open while still sucking the cock deep. He curled his fingers and hit the spot inside that made Lennon’s legs shake. Lennon moaned nonstop now, hips moving between the mouth on his dick and the fingers in his ass.Damien pulled off the cock with a wet pop. Strings of spit connected his lips to the head. "Turn over. Ass up
The processing took three hours.Damien arrived at the precinct within twenty minutes of the arrest. He did not come inside. He stayed outside in the cold night air, pacing slowly while on the phone. His voice was low and controlled, the specific tone he used when pulling strings he had not needed to use in a long time but had always kept ready.The attorney arrived at the forty-minute mark.She was a sharp woman in her late forties, dressed in a dark coat. She sat across from Lennon in the small processing room. The fluorescent lights buzzed above them.“Vehicle,” she said simply.“I know,” Lennon replied.“You were specifically instructed to stay in the vehicle.”“I know.”“The Whitfield agreement..”“Is the agreement still intact?” Lennon asked, cutting her off.She held his gaze for a long moment.“Yes. Barely,” she said. “Whitfield received a call forty minutes ago from a contact I will not name. The man you hit has declined to press charges. He has also declined to provide his n
LENNON Lennon froze. His hand still curled around Damien's now soft, spit slick cock. The faint tang of pre come was still on his tongue.The sudden knock cracked through the quiet like a whip and every muscle in Lennon's body locked tight.Panic slammed into him with full force, hot, blinding an
DAMIEN Damien had to admit it—he liked this new version of Lennon.The pissy moods suited him. The way his lower lip would jut out just a fraction when something grated on him, the way his dark lashes would lower like storm clouds rolling in, the sudden spark of fire behind those usually soft, wa
LENNON Monday morning arrived like a cold hand around Lennon’s throat.He was slowly getting tired of coming to this place.As he walked into the lecture hall, shoulders hunched under the hood of Damian’s stolen black sweatshirt, backpack slung low like it could shield him from whatever was waitin
LENNON It was dark when Lennon's eyes cracked open.His bedroom lights were never off.Had he been–His brain finally registered the scent that enveloped him, then he realized where he was. And the reason he had come there.The penthouse bedroom was hushed except for the distant constant hum of tr
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