4 ~ Blood and Bonds.

KING’s POV

The text burned in my mind even after deleting it, a ghost haunting the edges of my high from Alvarez's last fuck.

'He's poison.'

Who the hell knew?

A jealous ex?

Rival scum?

I shoved it down, focusing on the stack of files on my desk as evening bled into night. The office hummed quieter now, most staff gone, but tension crackled like static.

Alvarez's door stayed shut, his voice low on calls that ended with slammed receivers.

I caught fragments—Double the guards, No loose ends—and my gut twisted.

This world was swallowing me, but pulling away felt impossible. His cum still leaked...