Silas didn't wait. Didn't wanna hear more lies. Or the truth. Or whatever the hell that was back there.
His chest burned. Head a mess. He just bolted. Out the doors. Past the elevator. Down the cold-ass marble steps like a damn ghost.
Didn't care it was night. Didn't care he had no wallet. No phone. Just wanted air. Space. Away from Corvin.
He found a bar. Trashy. Neon lights blinking like dying stars. Perfect.
He walked in like he belonged. Sat at the bar. Looked the bartender dead in the eyes. "Vodka. Don't care which."
The man hesitated. Silas slammed a crumpled bill on the counter — leftover from god-knows-when.
First shot burned. Second numbed. Third? He didn't feel much of anything.
His head dropped to the side. Giggled a little. Laughed at the dumb TV playing in the corner. Some drama. Whatever. People cried too much in those things.
Then someone sat beside him.
Tall. Blonde. Smelled like cologne and expensive sin. Flashy watch. Easy smile.
"You look like heartbreak," the man said. Voice like a silk noose.
Silas just grinned. "Guess I am."
They drank. Talked. Kinda. The guy did most of the talking. Silas nodded. Drifted in and out.
"Let's go somewhere quieter," the man said after a bit.
Silas blinked. "Huh?"
"You're tired. Come on, I got a place nearby."
Too drunk to argue. Too numb to care. So he went.
---
The hotel room smelled like roses and lies. Lights low. Bed too neat.
Silas flopped down. Shoes still on. Eyes half closed.
Then fingers brushed his thigh.
"Hey."
He blinked.
"Don't—"
The man laughed. "Relax, baby."
"No."
He pushed the hand off.
The man grabbed harder.
"I said no. Stop" Louder this time. Panic creeping.
The man didn't listen.
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Few minutes earlier — Corvin's POV
His phone buzzed.
One text.
A blurry photo.
Silas. At a bar. Glass in hand. Another man too close. It made his heart burn with jealousy
Corvin's heart slammed against his ribs.
He was already grabbing keys. Already halfway out the door. The roads blurred. Horns screamed. He didn't stop, neither did he care.
Parked like a madman outside the bar. Pushed past people. Shouted. Grabbed the bartender by the shirt.
"Where's the kid? Curly hair. White shirt."
"Left. Some guy took him. Said hotel—The Grand, maybe?"
Corvin didn't thank him. He was already out.
His knuckles were white and tight on the steering wheel like he wanted to break the steering wheel off.
He knew what kind of men hung around bars like that. He knew.
Hotel. Front desk. Threats. Bribes.
Room 609.
He didn't knock.
Kicked the door open.
And there —
That bastard was on top of Silas.
Silas struggling. Slurring. Terrified.
Corvin didn't think.
Grabbed the guy. Threw him across the room. Heard a crack — maybe ribs, maybe furniture. Didn't care.
He punched. Again. Again.
"Stop—! Corvin, stop!" Silas's voice. Distant. Crying.
But he couldn't. Not yet. He kept hitting.
"You fucking touched him?" Another blow. The man coughed blood. Next, pulling out a gun from his pocket point it to the man's head.
Silas crawled to him. Clung to his arm. "Please—he's done. Please—just stop!". Silas had to stop him before Corvin would commit a murder for his sake. He can't have Corvin go to prison, he is the only one that he knows.
Corvin froze. Chest heaving. Blood on his knuckles. Rage shaking his spine.
He grabbed the man by the collar, dragged him to the hallway, and threw him out. "Try it again. I fucking dare you. Next time, I would make sure I kill you myself"
Then slammed the door shut so hard.
Silas sat on the floor. Tears on his face. Lip trembling.
Corvin stared.
"You okay?" His voice cracked.
Silas didn't answer. Just stood.
Tears still in his lashes. But something colder now. Something hurt.
Corvin reached. "Silas—"
Silas backed up.
"You lied," he said.
Corvin blinked. "What—?"
"You loved her. My mom."
Silence.
Corvin looked away. Couldn't even lie now.
Silas stepped forward. "All this time… You never said a thing."
"I thought I could protect you."
Silas laughed. Bitter. "From what? The truth?"
Corvin moved fast. Grabbed him by the waist, pulled him in. "From everything, Silas."
He pushed him gently against the wall. Foreheads touching.
"I tried to bury her with everything else," Corvin whispered. "But then you looked at me like that. And I—"
Silas kissed him. Desperate. Angry. Hurt.
Corvin kissed back.
Clothes half-torn. Air heavy. The room spun but neither cared.
"You're mine," Corvin said, low and broken.
Silas whimpered. "Then take me like I am. Please do, Corvin. I'm begging you"
Corvin lifted him.
Dropped him on the bed.
And the storm began, raining heavily outside.