The violent impact sent both of them lurching forward. Dean instinctively grabbed the overhead handle to steady himself, his heart pounding against his ribs.Whipping his head around, he caught a glimpse of the rearview mirror—behind them, a car was closing in fast, its headlights glaring like the eyes of a predator.Ted’s expression darkened, his grip tightening around the wheel. Without hesitation, he slammed his foot on the gas. The engine roared in protest as the car surged forward, tires screeching against the pavement.“Shit! It’s the Sharks!” Ted spat, his voice edged with frustration. “I can’t believe they tracked us down this fast!”Dean’s pulse quickened. This wasn’t just a pursuit—it was a hunt.Dean’s face darkened further, his fingers clenching tightly around the seatbelt. “They’re Ben’s men?”Ted gave a sharp nod, his jaw tightening. “Yeah. His best enforcers. Ruthless bastards—they would never let us off that easy.” He laughed bitterly, his knuckles turning white on the
The moment the two of them stepped out of the car, a group of people immediately closed in, but they made no threatening moves. The leader approached Ted, offering him a card with a calm and polite tone. "This is from our boss. He said that if you give this card to Damon Greyson, Chen Dankworth, and Shawn Hansley, they'll know exactly who our boss is."Ted took the card and glanced down at it. There was no extra information—only a series of elegant and mysterious symbols. Frowning, he looked up and asked, "So, who is your boss exactly? What does this mean?"The leader simply smiled without responding.Dean, standing beside him, was filled with confusion but forced himself to remain composed. Though his instinct was to ask more questions, it was clear that this was not the time for a confrontation. He turned to Ted and said, "Ted, hold onto the card. Go to Damon and Chen. Whatever happens, we need to get Shawn out first. If they refuse to help, tell them it’s my request."Ted's eyes wi
Greg flashed a lazy smile, his voice light as air. "Well, well, Dean. It seems we are destined to meet each other."Dean’s tension eased slightly, but the unease still rooted itself deep in his chest. He responded coldly, "This ‘destiny,’ isn’t it something you planned all along?"Greg shrugged nonchalantly, a faint smile playing on his lips. "Don’t make me sound so sinister. After all, I did save your life."Dean fixed him with a sharp look, his expression a mixture of skepticism and something more. "So, should I thank you for that?""Is that ‘thank you’ all you’re going to offer?" Greg replied lightly, but there was an inscrutable depth in his eyes.Dean's senses heightened. He didn’t trust this man, especially not after their previous encounter when they’d "struck a deal." He knew better than to believe that Greg was helping him out of pure goodwill. Slowly, he spoke, his tone cautious. "So, what exactly do you want?"Greg’s smile deepened, and with a casual wave of his hand, he ge
Greg raised an eyebrow with a hint of pride, his voice laced with confidence. "I do have another name. As for my face..." He paused, adding with a teasing smile, "Maybe it’s just gotten more handsome with age."Dean rolled his eyes. "Cut the self-obsession. What was your name back then?"A mischievous glint appeared in Greg’s smile, his tone even more playful. "I’ll tell you after we’ve slept together. With the way you’re asking these questions and the demands you’re making... I’d say we’re ready for an even ‘deeper’ relationship."Dean’s face instantly turned red. Greg’s words had caught him off guard, leaving him at a loss for words. "You?! You still haven’t told me... how do you know the details about the Shark Gang?"Greg shrugged casually, his tone almost dismissive. "I told you, someone told me. As for who... well, it’s someone from the gang."Dean narrowed his eyes, trying to read any hint of truth in Greg’s expression. "You’re one of them, aren’t you?"Greg smiled slyly, like
“Wait, what are you doing?” Dean instinctively struggled, but before he could pull away, the cloth was already over his eyes, cutting off all light.“You’re so shy, I guess I’ll just have to save you some effort,” Greg’s voice came softly in his ear, carrying an irresistible, tempting allure.In the darkness, all Dean could hear was the sound of Greg’s footsteps drawing closer and the faint clinking of dishes on the table. His heart began to race, and his breathing grew shallow, completely uncertain of what was about to happen next.Suddenly, a chill swept across his chest, and he realized his shirt had been completely unbuttoned, the cool air brushing against his skin. Internally, he groaned—what kind of trick was Greg planning this time?Then, he felt small, warm objects being placed on his body, one by one. At first, the sensations were subtle, but as more and more touched his collarbones, chest, arms, and abdomen, it became increasingly impossible to ignore this strange experience
However, no matter how tender the foreplay, the next step always feels so harsh. Greg flipped over Dean, and they found themselves face to face. With a single lift and gentle descent, Dean’s body arched backward, accompanied by a soft moan, and the sound of the other’s muffled grunt.They gently rocked in the water, their bodies colliding, sending shattered droplets scattering in the water's warm embrace. Each impact stirred up ripples, growing larger with every movement, and propelled by the push of the water, their motions quickened.The dominant figure seemed restless, as though dissatisfied with the limitations of his environment. With a sudden motion, he pulled Dean close and stood up, gripping him tightly in his arms. Stepping out of the bathtub, he guided Dean’s hands, pressing them firmly against the wall, forcing his posture to straighten. He moved forward, pushing deeper from behind, taking their encounter to a more intense stage.“Ha… mmm!” With each collision, his sensitiv
Greg gazed at him steadily for a moment, then suddenly curled the corner of his lips, his tone playful. "The same thing."Dean immediately bristled, his patience snapping as he raised his voice. "How many times has it been? Still coming back to this?"Greg feigned a pout, looking almost innocent. "Alright... then can I at least kiss you?"Dean glared at him, his face flushing red, but he didn’t outright refuse. Instead, he turned his head away with a cold snort.Seeing this, a glint of mischief flashed in Greg’s eyes. He didn’t close the distance right away but kept just enough space between them, his voice soft and teasing. "I knew it—you still like it."Greg leaned in slowly, his palm gently caressing Dean’s cheek, the warmth of his fingertips carrying a comforting heat. His movements were so tender, it felt almost like he was soothing a startled animal. Yet, his gaze was intense and burning, so deep it was almost impossible to meet without feeling overwhelmed."So beautiful," Greg
Chen followed closely behind, leaning down to place a kiss on Dean’s left cheek, a mischievous smile tugging at his lips. "Wait for me, don’t run off."Finally, Shawn approached, gently smoothing Dean’s hair before placing a kiss on his right cheek. His voice was soft and reassuring. "Don’t worry, we won’t let you face this alone."Dean watched the three of them leave, his mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. He had thought his confession would make them back off, but now it seemed they were even more determined than he’d imagined. And Melvin’s presence only added to his confusion."What are you all thinking..." Dean murmured under his breath, his voice so soft it was almost lost in the air.He sat there, still caught in the aftershocks of the moments just passed, when Melvin’s voice broke through, snapping him back to the present.“Quite the lucky guy, aren’t you?” Melvin remarked, his voice tinged with a playful edge.Dean shot him a glare, his tone carrying a hint of frustrati
As they drove, Dean couldn’t help but guess their destination. Greg wouldn’t have called him out without a reason—there had to be something special planned. But no matter how much he thought about it, Greg remained tight-lipped, offering no clues, and even went so far as to blindfold him.It wasn’t until the car stopped that Greg’s hand gently covered his face, his voice a whisper in his ear. "Don’t rush. When we get there, I’ll let you see."In the darkness, his senses heightened. Greg’s fingertips carried that familiar warmth, and his voice, low and steady, made Dean’s heartbeat quicken ever so slightly.Greg led him forward, his steps steady and unwavering, carrying an unspoken gravity. They passed through a narrow corridor, climbed a few stairs, and then descended several slopes. Throughout it all, Greg never let go of his hand. The warmth of his palm brought a sense of quiet reassurance to Dean."Where exactly are you taking me?" Dean finally couldn’t hold back.Greg chuckled sof
Shawn chuckled softly, his voice low and warm. "There are several orphanages nearby. Today, the children will gather in the hall for a small event. I thought I'd make some food for them. Would you be willing to help?"Dean’s heart jolted at his words.The disappointment he had felt just moments ago was now replaced by a deep sense of shame.It turned out that Shawn hadn’t brought him here for romance or excitement, but for these children.Of course, he would help. Without hesitation, he rolled up his sleeves, revealing the veins running clearly along his forearms, and answered with sincerity, "Of course."In the kitchen, the steam rose, the crackling sound of the fire filled the air, and the scent of food gradually began to drift around them.Shawn took charge of the meat, his knife moving swiftly and decisively, cutting with precision. Dean focused on the vegetables, washing, chopping, and carefully selecting the seasonings, making sure every detail was perfect.At times, they worked
The same deserted island they had once visited together.As the sea breeze swept across the deck, Dean stood at the railing of the cruise ship, watching the familiar island gradually emerge from the horizon. He froze, unable to look away."Do you remember this place?"Chen stood beside him, his tone soft but with a hint of hidden anticipation.Dean turned his head slightly, glancing at the man next to him. Under the night sky, Chen’s profile appeared particularly gentle, but the glint in his eyes held a playful, tender warmth that was uniquely his."Of course I remember," Dean replied with a light laugh. "But... why bring me here?""You'll understand once we set foot on the island," Chen said with a mysterious smile. "Don't worry, it won’t be as chaotic as last time."Dean raised an eyebrow, curiosity growing in his chest.As soon as his feet touched the island, he realized that things had quietly changed.Though the island still retained its untouched, natural beauty, there were now
Dean froze in place."Hey! How could you just leave like that?! What am I supposed to do?!"He tried to shout at Damon, but the man didn’t even look back, vanishing quickly down the slope.Frustrated, Dean stomped his foot. But the snow wasn’t kind enough to let him act on impulse. With a resigned sigh, he steeled himself and began making his way down the mountain, slowly and cautiously.True to form, he ended up falling several times, his backside almost sore from the repeated tumbles. By the time he finally reached the base of the mountain, he was fuming, ready to catch Damon and give him a good scolding.But when he looked up, everything changed.The snow-covered landscape, once barren and untouched, had been transformed into a dreamlike wedding venue.A deep crimson velvet carpet stretched across the white snow, flanked by golden candelabras and pure white roses. Warm light illuminated the scene, casting a soft, sacred glow across the entire place.And standing at the center of it
He had completely forgotten one thing—these four men were not the type to play by the rules!Before the plan even began, they united to scrap it completely."I don’t accept this three-month rotation business. I want to see him every day," Damon said confidently."Me too," Chen agreed without hesitation."Exactly, three months? Are you kidding me? We're not in a long-distance relationship," Shawn scoffed.Greg crossed his arms and added lazily, "And who can guarantee there won’t be any 'accidents' during those three months? If one of us does something to Dean, the other three will be disadvantaged."Dean was speechless, "...???"Weren't you the ones who came up with this plan?And now you're all in agreement to completely scrap it?But reality turned out to be even more absurd than Dean had imagined—Not only did they not rotate, but all four of them stayed.They immediately offloaded all the affairs of their gangs onto their subordinates and stayed by Dean's side every day, without a
But at that moment, his heart felt more at peace than ever before.Once the four of them were settled back in bed, Dean stood by their side, looking at each of them—still battered and bruised. Though they could speak and laugh, their faces were pale, their weakness evident, and it made his heart ache.He let out a soft sigh and was about to find a place to sit and rest for a moment when a familiar set of footsteps echoed from the doorway.Leo and Ted had arrived, followed by Linda and Tara."My dear little brother, are you alright?" Linda walked straight in, her gaze immediately scanning Dean, her eyes filled with concern.Dean flashed her a reassuring smile and shook his head lightly. “I’m fine. They protected me.”Tara’s eyes swept over the room, landing on the four men in bed, and she couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow. “I can tell. But you need to eat and rest too.”As she spoke, she pulled out a bowl of porridge from the thermos bag she was holding and handed it to Dean.Dean bli
Dean pressed his lips together, his eyes cast down, a faint, rueful smile tugging at his expression. “I just feel... a little greedy. And... I’m sorry for them.”The Messenger’s fingers lightly tapped on the desk, a sound that felt like both a reminder and an awakening. “Didn’t they say they don’t mind?”Dean fell silent for a moment, then gave a helpless smile. “But I’m supposed to be a decent man.”At his words, the Messenger let out a light chuckle. “Seems like you still don’t understand.”Dean looked up in confusion. “Understand what?”The Messenger’s smile faded, and his gaze grew intense as if he were peering into the depths of Dean’s soul. “Why are they all part of the mafia?”Dean froze, his breath momentarily catching in his chest.He had never truly thought about that question before.Why weren’t they ordinary people? Why weren’t they doctors, lawyers, professors, or even just regular businessmen?Why, of all things, were they in the mafia?Dean opened his mouth, but no word
Chen paused for a moment, then spoke in a low, steady voice. "Shawn wasn’t a coward. He knew the final blow would be the hardest, so he let us take the first hits."Greg picked up where he had left off, his voice calm but carrying a weight of its own. "He even predicted how Ricky would plan things. That’s why he made preparations on our way there."Dean’s pupils constricted slightly, and his mind buzzed with confusion.He remembered the blood, the agonizing screams—the ten shots Greg had taken, the hundred blows Damon had endured, the thousand punches and kicks Chen had absorbed.He even recalled the image of Shawn being dragged behind the motorcycle, the blood and flesh grinding into the pavement, leaving a glaring, gruesome trail.If what they said was true, then what about Shawn?What kind of resolve had he carried to endure all of this?As Dean’s thoughts spiraled into chaos, a cool hand slowly rested on the back of his hand.Dean snapped out of his reverie, looking down in surpri
Chen’s vision was still blurry, but he tried to focus. When he finally saw Dean clearly, a barely perceptible smile curved his lips. His voice was so weak, it was almost like a whispering breeze. “...Are you crying?”Dean sucked in a sharp breath, quickly wiping the moisture from the corner of his eye. He shook his head. “No... not at all...”Chen let out a soft chuckle, a hint of weary affection in his eyes. “You little fool.”Dean’s nose tingled, and he quickly lowered his head to pour water, trying to hide the overwhelming emotions that were about to break free.But just as he was handing the water to Chen, a muffled groan suddenly came from the other bed in the room.Dean’s head snapped around, and sure enough, he saw Damon’s fingers twitch slightly, his brow furrowed.“Damon!” Dean rushed over, his steps quickening. One moment, he was tending to Chen, and the next, he was kneeling at Damon’s bedside, his eyes filled with urgent concern.Damon slowly opened his eyes, his gaze daze