LOGINThe morning light had barely crept in when loud banging erupted from outside.Kai jolted awake on the thin spread mat, a sharp gasp escaping him. The sounds grew louder, sharper, more aggressive. Before he could fully sit up, the flimsy door burst open with a violent crack as a group of able-bodied men stormed inside.“Where’s that hag?!” one of them yelled.Kai scrambled to his feet and stepped in front of them before his mother could emerge from the back room. His small frame was tense, fists clenched at his sides.The leader — a burly man with a cruel face — thrust a folded paper toward them.“It’s over.” He threw the eviction notice at Kai’s mother as she stepped out. She flinched as the paper fluttered to the floor. “You’ve had four months of extensions on accumulated rent. Today is the day.”He signaled to his men with a sharp jerk of his head. “Take this filth out.”The men moved like vultures, grabbing what little furniture and belongings they had. Kai’s mother dropped to her
*****************living in memories***********Rain threatened in the moody grey sky as young Kai sprinted down the pebble streets, heart pounding in his ears. One of his old slippers was coming loose with every desperate stride, threatening to fly off. Lightning flashed, casting bright, jagged sparks across the dark alleys. He clutched the stolen loaf of bread tightly against his chest, the leather wrapping already damp from the humidity.He took a sharp turn behind a crumbling building and pressed his back against the cold wall, trying to quiet his ragged breathing. The men chasing him thundered past the block.“That little thief! He must be hiding somewhere around here!”Their footsteps grew dangerously close. Kai’s small hands tightened around the bread. The second he heard them turning the corner, he bolted — kicking off both slippers without a second thought. Sharp pebbles dug painfully into his bare feet, cutting into his skin, but he didn’t stop. Pain was nothing new.“Little
*******************Étienne Brooks ***************Death wasn’t something I wished on anybody, but not all the dead deserved to be mourned. Jobes Baker was certainly one whose death brought more silence than sorrow. But it was far from over. He was only one of the hundreds of billionaires behind the systematic exploitation of African and East Asian countries — the mines, the bribes, the destroyed communities, the rivers running red with more than just iron.I took a slow drag from my cigarette, staring out at the glittering city lights from my balcony. The night air was cold against my skin. For a moment, I allowed myself to believe I was safe up here.Then I felt it.That shift in the air. The way the silence suddenly felt heavier.I turned around and there he was — a tall man in a black coat standing only a few feet away, watching me like I was already something he owned. His presence was calm on the surface, but underneath it was something far more dangerous. Threatening. Like a bla
*******************Asher’s POV************************ Sunlight bled softly into the room through the half-closed blinds and white silk curtains. Tiny motes of dust danced in the golden beams. Outside, birds chirped cheerfully, completely unaware of the chaos that had chased us here. I lay with my cheek pressed against Kai’s bare chest, listening to the steady, reassuring thud of his heartbeat. I wasn’t sure if I was imagining it, but his arm was wrapped around me tightly — like he was afraid I might disappear if he let go. I shifted slightly, trying to sit up, but his arms tightened immediately, pulling me back down against him. “Stay,” he murmured, voice coarse and sleepy, still heavy with exhaustion. I stayed. My fingers traced lazy patterns across the hard planes of his chest as I nestled deeper into his warmth. It felt safe here. Dangerously right. In this quiet, hidden bungalow, away from the penthouse, the media, the bullets, and the endless noise of his world… I didn’t wa
*****************Matheo’s POV************************Matheo Voss swirled the deep red wine in his crystal glass, the liquid catching the pale winter light like fresh blood. He stood on the wide balcony overlooking the family estate’s vast green fields, where purebred horses moved gracefully through the light snowfall. The contrast was beautiful — vibrant life against the quiet descent of white. He found it fitting.Soft footsteps approached. His mother came to stand beside him, regal as ever. Her dark hair was pinned up in intricate patterns that spoke of old money and older power. A lit cigar rested between her elegant fingers, the smoke curling lazily into the cold air as she watched the horses.“Maybe this will be the final straw,” she said quietly, voice smooth as silk. “The one that finally pulls your father from his madness.”Matheo let her words settle over him. He took a slow sip of wine, the rich taste blooming on his tongue. Smoke from her cigar drifted across his vision li
******************Ashers Pov**************************“What’s that?”Kai’s voice was low, his eyes locked on the folded check still clutched in my fingers. My hands went rigid, cold as ice. The paper suddenly felt like it was burning me. Should I tell him? Matheo’s face flashed in my mind — that calculated smile, the casual wink. Do I even owe Kai an explanation? I wasn’t sure. But fear still coiled tight in my stomach at the thought of his reaction.I swallowed hard, the lump in my throat threatening to choke me.“I—”GAAW!!!The gunshot cracked through the air like thunder. Birds exploded from the trees in a chaotic frenzy of flapping wings and panicked cries. People screamed. Cars slammed on brakes. My heart stopped. My breath stalled completely.The bullet had been aimed directly at Kai.He moved like lightning, dodging at the last second as the shot slammed into a nearby tree, bark exploding outward in a violent spray. His eyes narrowed, scanning the direction the shot had come
I inhaled deeply, still heaving and panting, desperately trying to catch my breath. Kai moved behind me without a word. He bent me over until my face was pressed into the pillows, ass up. His hard, veiny cock slid between my parted cheeks, heavy and intimidating. My hands were still cuffed behind m
Even though I had worked for years at the bar, I had never been pushed into role-play this intense. Othello used to tell me stories about this kind of stuff, and I would always call him sick. Now, staring at the array of terrifying tools laid out on the bed, my breathing grew shallow. But I refused
The rest of the day passed in a hazy blur. Kai’s words kept replaying in my head on an endless loop: “At my apartment. 9pm.” The deep timbre of his voice still lingered, sending unwelcome shivers racing down my spine no matter how hard I tried to ignore them. I couldn’t focus. Couldn’t concentrate
I followed behind him, my legs moving reluctantly. I could feel the other employees’ eyes boring into my back, silently praying for me and hoping I’d come out alive. I hadn’t fully decided if I regretted stepping forward, but I was still convinced it had been the right thing to do. I watched the wi







