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Chapter 182
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2025-02-24 13:30:04Cassidy´s POV
Cassidy sat at his desk, one hand lazily swirling the whiskey in his glass while his other flipped through the work reports laid out before him. Numbers, transactions, payouts—the real language of power. His territory, the nightlife operations, wasn’t just about keeping the bars, clubs, and casinos profitable.
It was about facilitating business for the others.
Drug trafficking? His venues provided secure spaces for transactions.
Human trafficking? His clubs gave cover for movement and private rooms for discreet exchanges.
Prostitution? His nightclubs doubled as hunting grounds for the right clientele.
In return, the capos who handled those operations paid their tribute—a percentage of their earnings flowing directly into his pockets.
Clean on the surface, dirty underneath. Just how he liked it.
Cassidy exhaled, tapping his ring against
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Arthur’s breath came in sharp, uneven bursts as he stared, his mind refusing to piece the reality in front of him together. His chest felt tight, his pulse erratic, and for the first time in his life, he had no words.The man with the black rose tattoo was standing before him. The man he had been chasing, tracking, hunting for so long. The murderer of his sister. The ghost that haunted his every step.And it was Cassidy.His Cassidy.His fingers twitched at his sides, fists clenching, unclenching, heart hammering so violently it hurt. It doesn’t make sense. It can’t make sense. But the tattoo was there, bold and dark against Cassidy’s skin, and suddenly everything fell into place.Cassidy had known.He had known from the beginning.Arthur’s voice cracked when he finally spoke. “You… It was always you.”Cassidy exhaled, tilting his head, watching Arthur unravel in real-time. There
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Arthur twisted the handle again. Then harder. The metallic clunk of resistance only made his frustration worse. His breathing was shallow, rage still curling inside his ribs like a storm refusing to settle. No. No, no, no. His fingers tightened around the handle, his entire body tense with disbelief. This couldn’t be happening. He couldn’t be trapped here. Not with him. Cassidy took another slow drag from his cigarette, exhaling the smoke in a lazy swirl before tilting his head at Arthur, utterly unfazed. “Did that help?” Arthur shot him a murderous glare. “Shut the fuck up.” Cassidy chuckled under his breath, leaning back against the wall like this was some minor inconvenience rather than an absolute nightmare. Like he wasn’t the reason Arthur’s entire world had just imploded. Arthur pulled harder, then slammed a fist against the door. Nothing. He glanced around, scanning the room for anything that
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Masahiro was deep in sleep when his phone vibrated against the nightstand. He groggily opened his eyes, blinking against the dim light of his bedroom. 2 AM.He frowned. Who the hell was messaging him at this hour?Reaching for the phone, he unlocked the screen and read the message.Arthur: Sorry, sir. I got stuck in a casino called The Ivory Ace. 5th floor, maintenance room. Help, sir.Masahiro’s brow furrowed. He sat up, rubbing his temple as he processed what he had just read.`What the hell? ´He had left Arthur at the station at 5 PM. Now, hours later—at midnight, the kid was suddenly trapped in a casino?`Was he gambling? ´Masahiro exhaled slowly, already irritated. He muttered under his breath, “This kid.”Dragging himself out of bed, he pulled on a long-sleeved turtleneck, jeans, and sneakers. With a sigh, he grabbed his wallet and car
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Masahiro and Matthew moved toward the maintenance room in silence, each step heavy with questions neither wanted to voice.Matthew wasn’t even sure why he was here anymore. Cassidy? Sure. But why the hell was Masahiro here?Masahiro, on the other hand, already had a bad feeling about whatever was behind that door.Matthew reached the handle first, pushed it open—And froze.Both men stared inside, equally dumbfounded.Cassidy was asleep on one side of the room, sprawled out against the wall like this was a damn vacation.On the other side, distant and separate, was someone else. A guy—young, barely mid-twenties, brown hair tousled, posture slumped as if he’d passed out sitting upright.Matthew narrowed his eyes, a flicker of recognition sparking.Where had he seen this kid before?Then, Masahiro moved.Without hesitation, he strode past Cassidy without even sparing him a glance, his
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Matthew stretched lazily, rolling his shoulders as the cold air wrapped around him. Cassidy, standing beside him, shot him a look. “I hope you didn’t come here by bike.” Matthew smirked, popping his neck. “Nah. Came by car this time.” He tilted his head toward the lot. “There it is.” Cassidy hummed in approval. Meanwhile, a few steps behind them, Masahiro and Arthur emerged from The Ivory Ace. Arthur let out a breath, rubbing the back of his neck. “Sir, thank you for coming to pick me up… But I actually came by car. Sorry for the inconvenience.” Masahiro wasn’t really listening. His eyes were locked ahead—on Matthew, walking with Cassidy. Arthur shifted uncomfortably, watching Masahiro’s gaze linger too long. Then Masahiro spoke, his voice low and firm. “I’m taking you home.”
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Arthurs POVArthur frowned, gripping the car door handle but not getting in.He saw Masahiro getting close to Matthew and sighed. `Whatever. ´ If his boss wanted to talk to that mobster, that was his problem.Arthur had bigger things to think about.Like how his entire night had spiraled into chaos. Like how the man he’d been hunting for years—the man who killed his sister—turned out to be his own damn boyfriend. Ex-boyfriend.Arthur clenched his jaw, forcing himself to breathe. `Focus. ´Arthur exhaled sharply, shaking his head. `Not my problem. ´He finally slid into the passenger seat, shutting the door with a little more force than necessary.Arthur exhaled through his nose, feeling the beginning of a headache pounding behind his eyes."What else could possibly happen tonight?" he muttered bitterly, rubbing his temple.
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Matthew walked into the apartment, tossing the car keys onto the coffee table without a second thought. The familiar clatter filled the room, but he barely registered it. Behind him, Cassidy stepped in and, without a hint of grace, threw himself onto the couch, exhaling loudly. Matthew barely spared him a glance before shaking his head, a smirk curling on his lips. “Damn, Cassidy… you were fucking a cop.” Cassidy didn’t react. Matthew chuckled, crossing his arms. “A cop, Cassidy.” He shook his head in mock disbelief. “You’re really a fucking psycho.” Cassidy still didn’t react, just let his head rest against the back of the couch, his fingers absently tapping against his knee. But Matthew wasn’t done. “Didn’t you say people like us couldn’t get cozy with the police?” That finally got a reaction. Cassidy held back a laugh, eyes flickering with amusement. "Are you jealous, sweetheart?" Matthew threw his head back and laughed, clapping his hands. “Me? Jealous of you?” He scof
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