Semua Bab Pucking Forbidden Claim: Bab 61 - Bab 70

Kade POVI wait until I hear the door click shut before I move. Giving it a minute, just in case Rook decides to double back, I force myself up, ignoring the dull throb of pain spreading through my body. My ribs ache, my muscles scream, but I push through it. I have to.I grab the first clothes I can find, pulling them on quickly before making my way to the window. Sliding it open, I glance down, jaw clenching. Dropping straight down will hurt like a bitch with my injuries. But the drainpipe, it’s sturdy enough to hold me.I don’t give myself time to hesitate.Swinging a leg over, I grip the pipe tightly, muscles straining as I lower myself down, moving slow and controlled to avoid making too much noise. The second my feet hit the ground, a sharp pain shoots up my legs, but I swallow the groan that threatens to slip out. No time for that.I stay low, scanning my surroundings, waiting for movement, but there's nothing. Good. I keep my body close to the shadows, moving fast toward the o

Rook POVAs I step into the office, I scan the room, my eyes landing on the Capos, soldiers, and whoever the fuck else is lingering around. They don’t need to be here for this.“Get out,” I order, my voice sharp. My father doesn’t even look up from his desk, but everyone else hesitates, glancing at him for confirmation. He exhales, shaking his head like I’m a fucking inconvenience.“Go ahead, leave,” he says, dismissing them with a wave of his hand.I wait until the door clicks shut behind them, the room falling into silence, my pulse pounding in my ears.Then I snap. “What the fuck are you doing?”“Trying to work, Rook,” he replies, calm as ever, not even sparing me a glance. “But you’re stopping me.”His fucking tone. Like I’m the one being irrational. Like I’m the one causing problems.“You know what I mean!” I slam my hand on his desk, my patience gone. “Taking Mercer to that fucking illegal fight, forcing him into the ring, what the fuck were you thinking?"Finally, he looks at m

Rook POVThis guy was fucked the moment he stepped through that door. My father leans back slightly, fingers tapping lazily against the desk. “We’re not unreasonable men, Vasquez. You’ll get your week.”Vasquez exhales sharply, relief crashing through him like a damn tidal wave. His whole body slumps, the tension pouring out of him as he reaches for the cash on the desk like it still belongs to him. “You have no idea how much this means, thank you, I swear, I’ll get the rest,” he turns to walk out, voice shaking, eyes practically glossy with gratitude.Pathetic.I don’t even look at Vasquez anymore. I’m watching my father, waiting for the tell, and there it is, that small, knowing smirk. The one that always means very bad things for the idiot in front of him.My father barely tilts his chin, and the men standing by the door move instantly. “Take him.”Vasquez freezes. “W-wait, what?”The guards are on him in seconds, gripping his arms, yanking him up from the chair before he can even

Rook POVHis gaze meets mine, and there’s something dark there, something wrecked and spiraling, something that makes my fucking chest tighten.I keep my hand at his throat, but softer now, my thumb brushing over his jaw instead of holding him in place.“You think this fixes it?” I ask, my voice quieter now, the edge fading. “Letting some stranger touch you like you’re nothing?”He laughs, but there’s no humor in it. “Maybe I needed to feel like nothing.”That’s it. That’s the fucking truth of it, the thing he’s been chasing, the thing that’s been eating away at him since the second he walked out of that fight alive.He doesn’t want to feel powerful. He doesn’t want to feel like a survivor. He wants to feel like he’s not even fucking there.I don’t think. I just react.My hand slides from his throat, moving into his hair as I grip it tight and pull his head back, forcing his mouth against mine.It’s not soft, not careful, not any of the things it should be. It’s a claim, a fucking bra

Kade POVI don’t know how to breathe anymore. Every inhale feels like it gets stuck somewhere in my chest, too shallow, too tight, like there’s not enough space inside me for oxygen anymore. My hands are in my hair, pressing against my scalp, trying to ground myself, but it’s not working.Rook is next to me. Not speaking, not touching me, he's just there. And it pisses me off because I don’t know what I want. I don’t know what I need. I feel like I’m fucking drowning.“You gonna sit there all night?” His voice is softer than I expect, and that’s worse. I don’t need soft. I need something to hurt.I let out a breath, finally dropping my hands, forcing myself to sit up. My body still feels off, heavy with exhaustion and alcohol and something darker I don’t want to name.“I should go home,” I mutter, but even I don’t believe the words as they come out of my mouth.Rook snorts, shaking his head. “Yeah? And then what? Drink yourself into a blackout? Find another guy to pin you against a wal