SUCREShock gripped me as we hurried off the cab and strolled into the hospital. “Otto was planning a hit on your brother - on Pedro?!" I blinked. "That can't be right. Why would he do that?""I told you, man!" Luca snapped, his eyes burning with urgency. "Something’s off. The way Otto reacted, the disappointment on his face when I told him Pedro survived? It didn’t sit right with me. I swear, Otto had something to do with the stabbing." The automatic doors of the hospital hissed open, and we rushed in. Luca didn’t even glance at the front desk - he pushed past the security guard without hesitation.“Sir, you can’t…!”Too late. We were already down the hallway, Luca was faster, practically sprinting. I followed, heart pounding with fear. Room 216.We busted in.There. He lunged forward, shoving the doctor away, convinced it was Jules. But then the doctor turned slightly, revealing a different face. Not him.Luca exhaled sharply, the tension in his shoulders loosening just a little
LUCABut why?Why the hell would he do it?“What does my brother have to do with cartel business? Why would Otto put a hit on him?” I choked out between sobs, my voice trembling. Sucre placed a steady hand on my shoulder, but even that small comfort felt distant.My mind was spinning, my heart beating so hard I could hear it in my ears.Then it hit me - Otto. If he’s moving, Darius always knows. He never moves without putting Darius on.I grabbed my phone, hands shaking, and dialed Darius’ number.Voicemail.No. No, no, no.I called again. Same thing.Voicemail.Darius always picked up. Always. On the first ring. Something felt wrong.Before I could say anything, Sucre suddenly stood. He’d been silent, like he was somewhere else entirely.“I’m starving, man. Gonna grab some snacks. You want anything?” He leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss on my lips. But, something felt different about him. Something I couldn’t quite figure out. “Chips and a water will be fine,” I muttered, bare
LUCA Once I caught sight of him through the window, a strong wave of betrayal and disbelief washed over me. My body screamed for me to grab him by the collar, slam him against the wall, and demand the truth. Sucre - the love of my life, a traitor?I didn’t want to believe it. I couldn’t.My fists trembled as they curled at my sides. Still, I swallowed it all down, burying the storm brewing inside me beneath a careful mask. I had to think smart.Yes. That’s what I’ll do.I’ll play the part. I’ll smile, nod, laugh and even pretend I don’t know what I just saw. But God help us both… he better come clean. For the sake of our love and everything we’ve been through, he better tell me what he’s up to.The door creaked open. My heart thudded once… twice - then pounded violently in my ears.He walked in casually, like nothing was wrong, like he hadn’t just met with Otto behind my back. His arms wrapped around me, his lips brushing my cheek. Too soft. Too normal.He handed me the snacks and wa
LUCA Salvatore?No.No way.This has to be a dream. I could barely breathe. My knees felt weak – like they’d give out any second.“You… you didn’t die?” I choked out. “Is this really you?”He walked out of the bathroom slowly. His eyes intensely locked on mine. There was a scar across his jaw I didn’t remember, and his expression was serious. Too serious. He closed the distance between us and placed a firm hand on my shoulder. “You’re not dreaming.” His voice was low and calm. “It’s me.”Then he nodded toward the couch, and I sat without thinking.He stood there for a while. Staring between me and the door like he was expecting it to swing open anytime. Then he broke the silence. This time his voice trembled - not with fear, but fury. “My brother left me to die in that prison fire ten years ago,” he growled, voice rough and firm. “With you by my side, it’s his turn to burn.” My stomach twisted.I looked straight at him. “But…”Footsteps - fast and determined echoed outside the
LUCASucre?What the fuck?!What is he doing here? What’s going on?Sucre stepped out of the closet like he just walked out of a dream. He looked unreal. In his hands, he held a placard.“Congratulations, you passed the audition.”“What audition?” I barked, my voice shaking more from confusion than rage.Someone tell me what’s going on here. You mean to tell me everything… everything - since I stepped into this damn room was a setup? A show? A twisted audition? None of it was real?Before I could get another word in, the door creaked open - slow, deliberate. And there she was.Juni.Smiling. Like she’d just won. “Damn bitch…”I charged at her, the fury in my veins was unlike anything I’d felt before.But Salvatore moved quickly, catching me mid-lunge, holding me back. My breath was rapid. My vision blurred red.“Wait, she’s a part of this too?” My voice cracked, disbelief twisting inside me. “Nah. I’m out of here.”I turned and stormed toward the door, each step heavier. I felt used.
SUCRE It was time.It’s happening today.As I stepped into the cartel’s fortress, a chill rippled down my spine. I could feel the air tighten around me. Walking in here was like stepping into the lion’s den - and tonight, the lions were starving.Today was the night of Otto’s infamous wild games. An in-house ritual known only to those in his inner circle. The rules were simple: no clothes, no boundaries. The dress code. Just skin – bare skin. The theme was indulgence - raw, carnal, and wild. Every desire, every fantasy, unleashed without restraint.The bell tolled.A slow, deliberate chime echoed through the fortress like something sinister was starting. It was time to gather. The meeting room awaited.I walked through the corridor, my heartbeat hammered in my chest. Cartel members roamed freely, laughing, taunting, teasing. Everywhere I looked, bodies moved without shame. Flesh on full display. Some men strutted proudly, already aroused, veins bulging around the penis, feeding off
SUCRE "Do it now!"Otto sprang up from his seat, his voice loud and intimidating.“Right now!”The man across from him - shaking, eyes wide shut his lids tight and clenched his teeth. His breath came out single, forced. His shirt drenched in sweat. Then… silence.Click.No sound. No smoke. No bullet.Just the empty, echoing click of the gun’s hammer.For a heartbeat, nobody moved.Then came another sound. The sound of water hitting the ground. No. It wasn’t from Otto’s glass. The man had pissed himself.Otto didn’t even flinch. His eyes slid to me without any hesitation. "Your turn to spin the bottle, pretty boy," he said, low and steady, like the calm before a tornado.My stomach burned. My throat ran dry. With trembling fingers, I reached out and gave the bottle a spin. It twirled quickly on the table. Every revolution echoed louder in my head, ticking down the seconds to something I couldn’t name but already feared.I couldn't stop staring at the gun.The same gun that had ju
SUCRE“You heard the man,” one of Otto’s men barked.My body moved before my brain could catch up. I stood and followed Otto through the corridor to his chambers. Once inside, the heavy wooden door creaked shut behind us – a loud thud that made my heartbeat spike. Otto sank onto the edge of the bed with a gentle thud, the mattress sighing under his weight. A slow, tricky smile spread across his face as he patted his legs, eyes gleaming with anticipation.I hesitated. Every step I took slow, reluctant. But, it was inevitable. I had dared him. And now, I had to comply. I was trapped in a game I thought I could control. Foolish of me. Then I saw it - the drink on the table. Uncovered. Unattended. But his eyes were on me. All of me. Tracking every muscle, every twitch, every swing of my penis like he was already savoring the moment.My mind screamed for him to look away. Just once. To give me a second.The drug was tucked beneath the strap of my watch, pressed tight against my skin. My
SUCRE“You heard the man,” one of Otto’s men barked.My body moved before my brain could catch up. I stood and followed Otto through the corridor to his chambers. Once inside, the heavy wooden door creaked shut behind us – a loud thud that made my heartbeat spike. Otto sank onto the edge of the bed with a gentle thud, the mattress sighing under his weight. A slow, tricky smile spread across his face as he patted his legs, eyes gleaming with anticipation.I hesitated. Every step I took slow, reluctant. But, it was inevitable. I had dared him. And now, I had to comply. I was trapped in a game I thought I could control. Foolish of me. Then I saw it - the drink on the table. Uncovered. Unattended. But his eyes were on me. All of me. Tracking every muscle, every twitch, every swing of my penis like he was already savoring the moment.My mind screamed for him to look away. Just once. To give me a second.The drug was tucked beneath the strap of my watch, pressed tight against my skin. My
SUCRE "Do it now!"Otto sprang up from his seat, his voice loud and intimidating.“Right now!”The man across from him - shaking, eyes wide shut his lids tight and clenched his teeth. His breath came out single, forced. His shirt drenched in sweat. Then… silence.Click.No sound. No smoke. No bullet.Just the empty, echoing click of the gun’s hammer.For a heartbeat, nobody moved.Then came another sound. The sound of water hitting the ground. No. It wasn’t from Otto’s glass. The man had pissed himself.Otto didn’t even flinch. His eyes slid to me without any hesitation. "Your turn to spin the bottle, pretty boy," he said, low and steady, like the calm before a tornado.My stomach burned. My throat ran dry. With trembling fingers, I reached out and gave the bottle a spin. It twirled quickly on the table. Every revolution echoed louder in my head, ticking down the seconds to something I couldn’t name but already feared.I couldn't stop staring at the gun.The same gun that had ju
SUCRE It was time.It’s happening today.As I stepped into the cartel’s fortress, a chill rippled down my spine. I could feel the air tighten around me. Walking in here was like stepping into the lion’s den - and tonight, the lions were starving.Today was the night of Otto’s infamous wild games. An in-house ritual known only to those in his inner circle. The rules were simple: no clothes, no boundaries. The dress code. Just skin – bare skin. The theme was indulgence - raw, carnal, and wild. Every desire, every fantasy, unleashed without restraint.The bell tolled.A slow, deliberate chime echoed through the fortress like something sinister was starting. It was time to gather. The meeting room awaited.I walked through the corridor, my heartbeat hammered in my chest. Cartel members roamed freely, laughing, taunting, teasing. Everywhere I looked, bodies moved without shame. Flesh on full display. Some men strutted proudly, already aroused, veins bulging around the penis, feeding off
LUCASucre?What the fuck?!What is he doing here? What’s going on?Sucre stepped out of the closet like he just walked out of a dream. He looked unreal. In his hands, he held a placard.“Congratulations, you passed the audition.”“What audition?” I barked, my voice shaking more from confusion than rage.Someone tell me what’s going on here. You mean to tell me everything… everything - since I stepped into this damn room was a setup? A show? A twisted audition? None of it was real?Before I could get another word in, the door creaked open - slow, deliberate. And there she was.Juni.Smiling. Like she’d just won. “Damn bitch…”I charged at her, the fury in my veins was unlike anything I’d felt before.But Salvatore moved quickly, catching me mid-lunge, holding me back. My breath was rapid. My vision blurred red.“Wait, she’s a part of this too?” My voice cracked, disbelief twisting inside me. “Nah. I’m out of here.”I turned and stormed toward the door, each step heavier. I felt used.
LUCA Salvatore?No.No way.This has to be a dream. I could barely breathe. My knees felt weak – like they’d give out any second.“You… you didn’t die?” I choked out. “Is this really you?”He walked out of the bathroom slowly. His eyes intensely locked on mine. There was a scar across his jaw I didn’t remember, and his expression was serious. Too serious. He closed the distance between us and placed a firm hand on my shoulder. “You’re not dreaming.” His voice was low and calm. “It’s me.”Then he nodded toward the couch, and I sat without thinking.He stood there for a while. Staring between me and the door like he was expecting it to swing open anytime. Then he broke the silence. This time his voice trembled - not with fear, but fury. “My brother left me to die in that prison fire ten years ago,” he growled, voice rough and firm. “With you by my side, it’s his turn to burn.” My stomach twisted.I looked straight at him. “But…”Footsteps - fast and determined echoed outside the
LUCA Once I caught sight of him through the window, a strong wave of betrayal and disbelief washed over me. My body screamed for me to grab him by the collar, slam him against the wall, and demand the truth. Sucre - the love of my life, a traitor?I didn’t want to believe it. I couldn’t.My fists trembled as they curled at my sides. Still, I swallowed it all down, burying the storm brewing inside me beneath a careful mask. I had to think smart.Yes. That’s what I’ll do.I’ll play the part. I’ll smile, nod, laugh and even pretend I don’t know what I just saw. But God help us both… he better come clean. For the sake of our love and everything we’ve been through, he better tell me what he’s up to.The door creaked open. My heart thudded once… twice - then pounded violently in my ears.He walked in casually, like nothing was wrong, like he hadn’t just met with Otto behind my back. His arms wrapped around me, his lips brushing my cheek. Too soft. Too normal.He handed me the snacks and wa
LUCABut why?Why the hell would he do it?“What does my brother have to do with cartel business? Why would Otto put a hit on him?” I choked out between sobs, my voice trembling. Sucre placed a steady hand on my shoulder, but even that small comfort felt distant.My mind was spinning, my heart beating so hard I could hear it in my ears.Then it hit me - Otto. If he’s moving, Darius always knows. He never moves without putting Darius on.I grabbed my phone, hands shaking, and dialed Darius’ number.Voicemail.No. No, no, no.I called again. Same thing.Voicemail.Darius always picked up. Always. On the first ring. Something felt wrong.Before I could say anything, Sucre suddenly stood. He’d been silent, like he was somewhere else entirely.“I’m starving, man. Gonna grab some snacks. You want anything?” He leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss on my lips. But, something felt different about him. Something I couldn’t quite figure out. “Chips and a water will be fine,” I muttered, bare
SUCREShock gripped me as we hurried off the cab and strolled into the hospital. “Otto was planning a hit on your brother - on Pedro?!" I blinked. "That can't be right. Why would he do that?""I told you, man!" Luca snapped, his eyes burning with urgency. "Something’s off. The way Otto reacted, the disappointment on his face when I told him Pedro survived? It didn’t sit right with me. I swear, Otto had something to do with the stabbing." The automatic doors of the hospital hissed open, and we rushed in. Luca didn’t even glance at the front desk - he pushed past the security guard without hesitation.“Sir, you can’t…!”Too late. We were already down the hallway, Luca was faster, practically sprinting. I followed, heart pounding with fear. Room 216.We busted in.There. He lunged forward, shoving the doctor away, convinced it was Jules. But then the doctor turned slightly, revealing a different face. Not him.Luca exhaled sharply, the tension in his shoulders loosening just a little
SUCRE"Now what?" Is this some kind of joke? I had been dragged here by cartel members - shoved, humiliated only to be asked this? What the fuck?“I… I don’t understand, sir,” I said, forcing the words out as I slowly lifted my head. The glow from the phone’s screen shone brightly on my face still displaying those two words: Now what?Otto narrowed his eyes. “What do you think I meant?” His voice was sharp, too sharp, it made me shiver.My heart pounded violently. My mouth ran dry. I tried to hold myself together but then…laughter.The other cartel members burst into laughter, slapping each other’s backs like it was some grand joke.Otto leaned forward, elbows on his knees. “Now what do we do about the operations tomorrow?” His tone was calm, but there was something uncertain beneath it. “We need the algorithm ready.” I exhaled sharply. A wave of relief cruised through me. Thank God he hadn’t suspected anything. I felt at ease - until he moved. In one swift motion, he pushed up