Play?!
Of course, he wanted to play whatever games his Rose thought of. If Jaejin could be bolder in his words, he might have suggested a few reenactments of scenes from a fascinating website. His body already gave its answer but his mind was another story. Why can't the two get along?
Eros saw Jaejin's apprehension and the unconscious darting of his eyes toward the entrance to the room. He let go of his teasing smile and gently moved Jaejin's head to face his.
"I'm here. No one will hurt you. I already made an oath to myself to always protect you. You've had a long day and I just want to comfort you and help you relax. Please believe my words, baby."
Jaejin lowered his head in shame. He didn't want Rose to see his worry nor did he want him to plead with him. He trusted this man with all of his being, after all, he did jump into a fray to save him without any prior connection. His Rose was steadfast which made him fall for the man deeper than he already did.
"You're right about me needing to relax but it won't stop my anxiety about an incoming attack."
"I understand. Tonight will be all about you."
The tension in Jaejin's shoulders lessen; he gave Rose an indulgent smile and tipped the gift bag off his lap. The contents spilled onto the bed. The various colors and reflective lights from each product shone in his eyes. Each one he read made his face steamier than a boiled lobster. Condoms. Lubricants. Anal plugs. Cock Rings. Prostrate Massager. Body Oils. Dildos. They were all scattered for his eyes to see. He swallowed loudly; he had no words to say. Everything there was for both of their pleasures whether they were together or apart. His body thrummed with energy and his curiosity began to nag him louder. What was in store for him tonight?
Eros reached for a lubricant, a pack of condoms, and a cock ring. "We'll take it step by step," he said lowly. Jaejin's eyes followed his actions, he remained silent and did as the other asked him to do.
After a few minutes, the bed was cleared and Jaejin was free of his clothes, awaiting his next orders as he sat up against the headboard. The items Eros chose were beside him. The man he was patiently waiting for showed himself as he entered the room. The red shorts he wore was now dangerously low on his hips. Jaejin cursed softly when his eyes went below Eros's waist and not his face. The soft material of the shorts basically wrapped itself around the girth of his cock. Jaejin believed that the piece of clothing had a mind of its own and was on Eros's side for the abrupt teasing.
"I can't get over how beautiful your skin is, my sweet Jin," Eros commented. He stood at the foot of the bed and took in the splendor of his partner. His body was naturally toned with blemish-free skin. The creamy complexion brings the expression smooth like jade to his mind whenever he looks at him.
"You're the only one I've ever heard praise a man as beautiful."
"Beautiful can describe anything, including a man. I have no qualms about using it when I speak about you." Eros is always honest in speaking, even more so when talking to or about Jaejin. It was his true feelings that he will never hide.
A shy smile was on Jaejin's face but changed to wonder when he studied Eros's current actions. The man who was kneeling before him touched him with pure adoration with a soft smile on his lips. His face looked almost serene as he trailed his fingers along Jaejin's legs and towards his thighs. He lowered his body to place a soft kiss where his fingers journeyed and followed them at a measured pace. He reached the juncture of his thighs, ignoring Jaejin's now leaking cock. He placed an open mouth kiss on his hip while placing his hands below his prone body.
Jaejin will be lying to himself if he said he wasn't eager to have Eros's mouth on 'him'. He was anticipating that. "Is this part of your game?" he asked softly.
"Something like that. I was a bit impatient there," Eros answered. His large hands now held Jaejin's bum, squeezing them gently, scared to leave any marks on his sweet Jin's skin.
"I can tell that this will test my sanity."
"And your patience," Eros added, "I call this ten or less." He moved his body closer until Jaejin's thighs were across his and they were joined in the middle. Now lying on his back, Jaejin gazed at Eros's face. It wasn't often that he can study the minute changes to this man's expression. He hides his emotions well but only lets his guard down when he's around those he trusts. Presently a smile was on his face, his eyes looked like warm honey glistening in the sun, as he gently kissed Jaejin's body and made his way to his lips.
"I'm so happy, Jaejin."
Those words resonated with him, he can feel the truth in Eros's words and actions when he kissed him slowly. He was also happy. Immensely so.
"Me too," he returned as he wrapped his arms around Eros's neck. He can be himself without worrying about persecution or any hindrance. He was now accepted and cared for in many ways.
"Ready?" The question was asked with a quick kiss on his lips.
Jaejin felt Eros's hand slowly pumping his cock and spreading the pre-cum over its head. "Yes." His answer was quick and wanting. Between their bodies, Jaejin watched on as Eros stretched for a blue silicone ring and the lubricant.
"This is a cock ring and it can be used in a number of ways. It's soft so it won't hurt you when it constricts." Eros spoke gently to ease Jaejin's nerves and made sure he did everything in his sight. Squeezing a few drops of lubricant in his palm, he continued.
"I made sure this was tested and had no oily residue."
A blush stained Jaejin's cheeks when Eros palmed his cock and continued with gentle strokes. The silicone ring was placed at the tip of his cock and slid down slowly with Eros's help until it reached the base. The ring had a bit of stretch to it which made the process easier.
"I will tighten it slowly as time progress. The objective is to last for ten minutes without giving in. Feel free to stop me when it's unbearable. This is your first time so don't feel the need to please me outright. Simply you agreeing to do this has already pleased me." The ring had three surface buttons black in color, a start/stop button, and a minus and plus sign on the other. Eros pressed the minus button and the ring began to constrict. Jaejin was startled but calmed down after a few words from him. "How is it?"
"Not uncomfortable. It's doing its job by restricting my need for a release. Bearable at the moment," Jaejin answered honestly. This experience sent excited tremors through his body. It was better than watching the videos.
"Good. Shall I proceed?" Eros asked. This time the smile on his face wasn't serene, it was now a devilish smirk with a glimpse of his sharp-fanged tooth. He looks more like the devilish beast he was silently called with that smirk.
"There's more?"
"Of course!" Eros gently pushed him back onto the bed and made him spread his legs wider. Inching backward, he lowered his head and licked the tip of Jaejin's cock, pulling it into his mouth for a few seconds before releasing it. Low muffled moans were heard along with his name being whispered with need. Taking the lubricant, he poured a bit and watched it flow from the base of Jaejin's cock to the puckered entrance between his two fleshy buns. Jaejin flinched when the cold, foreign substance made its way there. "We're going to prepare you for our future nights. Relax for me, baby." Eros's voice was soothing and filled with seduction. His desire for Jaejin stained his words but the man below him accepted it all, filling his pride and self-esteem.
"Okay." Jaejin released a nervous breath and relaxed his tense body, it was a task due to the cock ring that is now vibrating. He wanted to stroke his cock and give in to a release but he wanted to test his willpower. "Oh!" His dazed look vanished when the cool lubricant was smeared around his entrance. He refocused his eyes on Eros. The other had his full attention on his hand below him. His other hand was stroking his cock enjoying each sound Jaejin made.
"Oh! Interesting," Eros chuckled when his condom-covered finger quickly entered smoothly. Jaejin hummed in appreciation which made Eros put more speed into his action. "Seems like someone began his learning experience."
The former didn't answer but gave into Eros's ministrations. Being pleasured on both sides, Jaejin could no longer contain his moans of ecstasy. His body became warmer as time went by, Eros will place kisses on his body or start a fiery kiss to balance everything. "One more." Two words were whispered in Jaejin's ear before he felt his entrance suddenly widen and full. He flinched in reaction and called out Eros's name. "Good boy. The limit is three but two will do for tonight." That sentence sent shivers down his spine and made his cock firmer. He was then ordered to go on all fours with his legs partially closed. Lubricating his cock, Eros thrust between Jin's thighs, aligning his cock with the others, and began to thrust as hard as he was with his fingers.
"FUCK!"
He cried out when Eros went wilder. The latter now was bent over his body relaying everything that he was experiencing due to Jaejin's reactions.
"You're no longer tight around my fingers. You're such a good boy, my sweet Jin. Do you want to let go?"
This devil, Jaejin silently cursed but his body reacted to those words. Beads of sweat were steam as his body was overheated with so much stimulation. He responded in kind when he thrust back onto Eros's fingers to be filled more. Pre-cum now leaked onto the sheets below them and each touch to his now red tip was an additional stimulus. Tears of unbridled pleasure formed at the corners of his eyes as he begged for more.
"You did great, baby. You need to say it." Eros now held both their cocks together, waiting for Jaejin's approval.
"Please. Please, Rose!" he begged. He was at his limit. He can feel how big of a release was needed, his entire body was sensitive to everything around him. Eros's breathy chuckle against his back made him shudder and his arms collapsed due to his body weakening to the man.
The restriction on his cock lessened. He cried out in relief. "Oh, God!"
Eros roughly pinched the tip of his swollen cock and pressed downwards in his back entrance to bring out Jaejin's heavy release. His legs trembled in weakening, he wanted to fall onto the bed but Eros had yet to have his release. He was pulled upright and pressed against Rose's firm chest, kisses rained down on his neck and then shoulder. "Touch me." The command was absolute.
Reaching where they were connected, Jaejin's soft hand lightly touched Eros's rigid cock when he felt a deep rumble against his back. Eros released in Jaejin's hand, as he growled in satisfaction. He gave one last kiss on his shoulder and then allowed Jaejin to slide onto the bed.
Under half-closed eyes and relishing in the relief of stress, Jaejin watched on as Eros cleaned up.
"You're not finished," he commented.
"I am. How about a warm bath."
"You know what I mean. You're still in need of me." Jaejin's eyes went down to Eros's semi-firm cock under his pants.
"That's expected. Do you see yourself?"
Jaejin looked at his position. He hit the bed, his body fell into a natural seductive serpentine pose. Combined with the glow of satisfaction on his face and that sweet smile, it can be mistaken for seduction. He laughed and apologized while the other shook his head in amusement.
********
It was nearing the late hours of the night and the two enjoyed the small moment of calm with each other. Eros's mind was filled with finalizing failsafe plans and checking off the loose ends that must be dealt with while Jaejin silently made his own plans for his future. He came to a decision about one earlier in the day but that homophobic attack shook his resolve a bit. His best friend Adam was in full support of his plans but voiced his worries along with it.
"Hey."
"Mm?" Eros lazily answered as they lay in the clawfoot tub, soaking in the warm bath.
"Is it too late to tell you that I decided to go back to physical class?"
"A bit late. What's your reasoning behind that decision?"
Jaejin had his head on Eros's shoulder with his eyes closed. He was exhausted but still able to talk with Eros. "I no longer fear Min Hanjool and Sherida and I no longer hide. Experiencing the freedom of college life is what I wanted and now I can have that without a knife pointed at my neck."
"I am not against your decision but I would like to place a request," Eros returned. Though he wanted to keep this treasure of his locked up until he removes all threats from him, he knew it will be doing more harm than good. His partner wanted to be on equal grounds with him and not some kept toy.
Turning in the tub, Jaejin was now seated on his lap with his arms around Eros's neck. Seeing how cute his sweet Jin was, Eros stole a quick kiss from him before stating his request. "I would like you to start my family's training regimen. It will be personally tailored for you if you accept because it was created for new partners who had yet to adapt to our lifestyle."
"Rose, I'm your new partner. Isn't it too early for me to be part of something I know your family reserved for permanent members." Jaejin was apprehensive about both the training and imposing parts of that statement.
"There won't be another."
"Rose." What reply can be said when those words were resolute? Eros confirmed their future right then. "Okay. I guess it will give you some peace while you're not with me and I will learn how to protect myself properly."
"Thank you, baby." Eros tightened his hold on him and chuckled when Jaejin began to move his hips slowly to gain a good amount of friction between their hardened cocks.
"It's late. I will serve you one more time before bed." He said these words in his ear before placing a small bite on his neck.
"Promise?" Jaejin's sexual appetite was large. He never expected to be so needy or sexually inclined. He was doing things fresh virgins won't normally do. Is it due to how enticing his partner was? Are emotions truly tied to one's sexual attraction? He has been questioning his attachment to Eros since the first day they met, questions of misplaced feelings or pity surfaced but he found true answers due to Eros's honest personality and his actions.
"Yes. Anything for you, my sweet Jin. I can even take you up on your previous offer in the bedroom." Eros's voice became deeper and was filled with much enticement.
Jaejin knew what he was pertaining to and couldn't help but lick his lips in anticipation. He stood to his full height in the tub with Eros's help and left its confines. He stood on the mat and watched as the water sluiced off Eros's muscular body as he exited the tub, leaving a glistening sheen like a priceless piece of art. His cock was fully erect and pulsating the more Jaejin looked at it. Reaching out, Eros hissed in full pleasure when his slender fingers wrapped around his cock. Going to his knees, he allowed himself to look at the result of his slow strokes. He took note of how tense Eros become by his touch; the gentle treading of fingers through his hair was contradicting Eros's need for him. He kissed the tip of his cock and used his tongue to gather the first drop of pre-release.
Eros's body went through a slight shudder when he felt Jaejin's warm tongue in his cock's opening. He looked down to witness the attentive actions of his partner. He couldn't help but marvel at the soft look on his face while he pleased him. He caressed his face to gain his attention. Those black diamond eyes nearly knocked him off his feet. This man was his one and only—his beautiful Jaejin. "More," he whispered. Jaejin heard his demand and slipped his cock into his mouth until the tip reached the back of his throat. Eros cursed softly, doubling over at the abrupt sensation he felt through his body.
Jaejin didn't stop. He used his tongue as a base holder for Eros's cock and moved his head back and forth creating a rhythm similar to his earlier stroked with his hand. His slow tempo sped up when Eros held his head as a signal. With his help, Eros was now fucking his mouth, chasing that release at the same time reveling in the erotic feel of his tongue.
"So perfect!" Eros can feel it. His cock was aching and Jaejin's fondling added to the pressure he was feeling. This was his stagnant release from the bedroom, he was now ready to explode. "Jae. Either stop or take it all," he said through gritted teeth as he eyed his bold little Jin. A smirk formed around his cock; that was his answer. He held onto Jaejin's head and began to thrust harder into his mouth, hearing him gagging around his cock yet able to breathe through it all. Jaejin's fingers were molded into his hips as he urged Eros to go faster.
"Ah, fucking hell, baby!"
That shout was the start of his thick release down Jin's throat. His cock pulsated violently against Jaejin's tongue as he emptied his load. Holding his jaw, he eased his flaccid cock out of his mouth and looked at the teary face of his partner.
Jaejin opened his mouth to show Eros what he did and licked his lips before swallowing loudly. He grinned with pride and satisfaction while he was on his knees before this man.
Using his thumb, Eros caressed Jaejin's lips and smiled at the messy yet erotic pose he was in. Without help, Jaejin also found his release while servicing Eros. Just watching his naked figure, kneeling before him with a face filled with pleasure and wild abandon, awakened Eros's more possessive side.
"You're mine and only mine, Min Jaejin."
"As you are mine, Eros Delacourde."
********
The streets were void of life. The street lights burned brightly creating spotlights for the moths flying by and emanating a sense of security for those sleeping in their apartments. In the distance, you can hear low traffic noises for the night owls and dogs barking their communication. During this peace of the night, on the rooftop of three buildings were groups of two dressed in black tactical gear armed with personal weapons surveying the surroundings of their new young master. Hidden in the shadows, they had both aerial and ground views of the perimeter thanks to the cameras set up at every exit and entry point around the young master's home.
They quietly chatted over their channel when the silent alarm sounded on their devices.
'Unregistered vehicle approaching.'
They watched through the video as a standard grey car entered the street and drove towards the young master's residence. Three men in varied clothing and backpacks left the car, it came as a ploy of being dropped off by a friend.
"Keep track of the car," one soldier said over the channel. On the building closest to the three guests on the street, a night vision camera was set up alongside a sniper rifle to keep them in their view. Each move they made was relayed to the other groups and their boss. The surveillance team waited for ten minutes before new movements were made.
"Driver is returning on foot. He's now positioned in the shadows five o'clock of the building."
"Noted. The previous three are making their move."
"Entrance via the fire escape. Give me an update on the driver."
"Confirmation that he's now the role as a scout."
"Noted. Please keep him in your view."
"Team 3 has acknowledged."
"Intruders have made their way on the roof."
"Noted. Attire has slightly changed. Masks. Weapons attached."
"What are the weapons?" This question came from the one who has been silent since the first sighting. His voice made them shiver. Each word filled them with dread. The second young master was furious. Knowing they came with intentions to harm his partner, he took the role of personally correcting their mistake.
"From our views, steel bats and crowbar. We can't confirm any hidden weapons, sir."
The channel went silent. "Is that so? Make the necessary arrangements."
"Yes, sir!!!"
One soldier sent messages to the waiting teams at designated areas while the others tracked their guests' progress.
"They're over young master Jaejin's apartment. Now climbing down via ropes to the balcony. ETA less than three minutes."
"Very well."
The connection to their boss was silenced. The three teams stood their full heights on the rooftops and watched on as the three intruders cut their way open through the glass door. A cold glint was in their eyes because they knew the fate those three were walking into.
The apartment shed no light from the inside but the streetlights struggled to enter. When they entered, the sniper from Team three placed her focus back on the scout. Within one breath the man was shot in the knee and shoulder. The silenced shot was only heard by the team but those closer to the scout heard his agony-filled cry. After the shock of being shot, he was reaching for his earpiece but a gloved hand reached from behind him and took it away. Still shocked and confused by those happenings, the scout who now held his wounded knee and crying turn to look up. Peering down at him was a masked person standing eerily still above him. "You will see your friends soon." The monotone voice spiked his fear factor and left him unaware of the weapon at the person's side. He heard something swiftly cutting through the air, then felt a sharp pain in his neck. His vision turned black before registering what had happened to him. The person who rendered him unconscious turned their attention to the apartment that was now eerily dark.
".... probably on the other side..."
******
The three who entered Min Jaejin's apartment stood within six steps of the balcony door. It was dark minus the street lights peering in, giving them a bit of vision. They surveyed the studio apartment before moving along with their plans. "Let's do this quickly," one said aloud. Two were about to veer off to the bedroom area where they were certain their target was. The remaining one was assigned to thrash any valuables and electronic devices. A mock-filled voice came from the dark before they stepped further in.
"You've kept me waiting. My time can be considered as precious."
The three froze for a second then turned to the direction where the voice came from. Two thought nothing of this unexpected voice and began to calculate the extra payment they will gain when they make a report of dealing with this newcomer as insurance. They were ready to advance upon this newcomer, leaving their target for last. The one who acted and was dubbed as the leader thought differently. Their entry was too smooth, no alarms have been tripped, the abnormally dark apartment and this person who was lying in wait. It was all too coincidental. Acting upon his instinct, he touched his earpiece to call the scout they left outside. After a few seconds of neither side making a move and the leader not getting a response, one of the lackeys became impatient and made a move toward where he thought the man was. The leader shouted for him to stop but he was too late. Ghostly blue lights came from the dark followed by a painful and guttural cry.
The leader heard it and saw the silhouette of his buddy on the floor writhing in pain. "Holy Fuck! Kill that fucker!" the man shouted.
"Dude! What happened?"
The leader said nothing but listened to the two as they spoke. The blue lights in the dark had all his attention. They were in the shape of X's before he can pinpoint the type of mask it was, a blue stitched smile slowly lit up below the X's. It was both creepy and frightening.
"Take Jesse and run," he ordered.
"Oh? Leaving already?"
That voice was up to no good.
The leader blindly rushed forward with the crowbar in his hands, ready to strike but a blow connected to his side followed by a sharp kick to his head. His body was confused by the swift double strike and registered the pain slowly in his brain. He cried out and doubled over in pain and was partially dazed. The strength of each strike wasn't normal. He can feel his insides shake and the sweet metallic taste of blood in his mouth. The crowbar fell to the floor with a loud clang; wanting to fight he reached out to it but another blow struck him behind his neck placing a large electrical shock through his body.
What was that?
Paralyzed he fell to the floor and can only register the black blur stepping within his peripheral. The person stabbed his shoulder harshly and deep enough to feel it in his bone. Agony-filled screams filled the air after, and the scent of blood filled his nostrils along with a flashy light. He heard his buddies begging for mercy for a full five minutes before they stopped.
The lights came back on and his eyes widened with fear and repulsion. A few steps away from him were his two friends lying in their own blood with stab wounds to their bodies and blade injuries to their faces.
Booted feet came into his sight and the person moved into a squat before him. Roughly his hair was grabbed to move his head upward. That's when he saw the black spear in the person's hand with blood dripping from its blade. On their face was a black neon mask, with their head, tilted mockingly at him. The leader couldn't move fully and he was becoming faint with the blood loss.
"How much?"
"W-Wha..." he tried to ask.
"How much did they pay to do this job?"
"Eighty if ... if he survives. A hundred thousand ... if he dies."
Upon his last word, his head was forcefully slammed onto the hardwood floor. This was repeated thrice to hear the definitive sound of bones being broken and the faint sound of his life fading.
Rising to his feet Eros kicked the now limp body of the man to the side and gazed at his handiwork. Pushing his mask onto his head, he stood amidst the battered men and tried to calm his rage. Those fucking trust fund, waste of sperm, ingrates wished to end the life of his Jin for that open market bitch?! How can he sit idly by? This will be ending in blood.
"Rose?!"
Startled, Eros swiftly turned his head in the direction where he heard Jaejin's voice.
Jaejin took a step back upon that action and Eros took his retreat as the former being fearful of him. What the logical thinking Rose didn't know, was the fact that two emotions were vivid on his face when he turned to his partner. Seeing those emotions shocked Jaejin causing him to falter.
"Are you scared?" Eros asked after a moment of tension-filled silence. What right-thinking person wouldn't be? He was standing in a bloody mess of three men nearing death with a blood-stained spear in his hand. This was why he told Jaejin to stay hidden until he returned. Seeing the other react that way, an inkling of fear struck his heart.
Fear and Insecurity.
Those were the two emotions Jaejin saw clearly on Eros's face. He never expected to see them on his Rose's face. He smiled at the man who was his protector and lover. How can he be scared of someone who will bloody his hands for the ones he loved? Also, wasn't this part of his family's history?-Cut down those who threatened their lives and what they accomplished. He can't be scared. This was part of his Rose, and he will accept. He took the first step toward the still-conflicted Eros and walked until he was inches away from the unconscious body at his feet.
"I'm not."
Eros frowned. That cute action was a wild contrast to the heathen look he was portraying at the moment. Black sweatpants tucked into army-issued boots, shirtless with an eerie mask on his head, in addition, to the black spear in his hand, Eros truly looked the role.
"You're not scared," he stated, trying to confirm Jaejin's words.
"I'm not scared," Jaejin reiterated. He tucked his hands in his sweatpants and lazily looked over the mess on the floor. "You said that you will protect me and I trusted you. They came with the intention to hurt me with a higher chance of killing me. You dealt with them accordingly. I'm just shaken that someone has so much hatred for me to go this far."
Eros saw the bitter smile on Jin's lips and didn't like that at all. His sweetheart should always be happy and worry-free. Those assholes will be dealt with personally by him.
"Min Jaejin," he softly called out to his partner.
"Yes, Eros Delacourde." Jaejin's smile this time was pure and showed his adoration for Eros.
Moving from the bodies on the floor, Eros met up with Jaejin and brought his lips close to his. Not one to back down, Jaejin placed his arms around his neck and plastered his body against Eros's.
"Min Jaejin." His name was but a whisper against his lips when Eros initiated a soft kiss.
Ah! How can his name be used to say so many things? Jaejin felt his heart lurch and fall into a deep state of joy.
Slowly Eros moved his lips and made the kiss firmer, tangling his tongue with Jaejin's as he went at a steady pace.
Jaejin felt.... happiness in Eros's languid and teasing kiss and found himself greatly affected by it.
"Up," Eros said against his lips.
Tightening his hold on him, Jaejin jumped slightly and wrapped his legs around Eros's waist, who in return held him securely. The kiss was put on hold as Eros carried him back to his room. He gently caressed Rose's head with a smile on his face. He was comforting his partner because he knew why Eros became insecure and scared when he entered the living area. He won't voice it out, he decided to quietly comfort him and show him that he understood. "Eros." He whispered the name of this man who will make him happy no matter what.
Of course, he will do the same in return.
**********
Daylight was coming soon and the city was already beginning a new day. The streets were dotted with cars of early risers and taxi drivers. In three particular neighborhoods, the morning silence was broken by police sirens and captains of each squad demanding that the gates be opened. The minor security guards can only abide by the law and bend to this hierarchy. They watched on as the cars sped to the stated address.
The neighbors grumbled at the noise, they cursed at the inconvenience the law officials caused. In their opinion, their riches were a deterrent from things like the law. This was the same thinking of the four young masters who executed the order on Min Jaejin. Their confidence was placed in their money and the backing from Crein Alsworth, also the desire they hid to please Sherida Macallis.
The homes of the four were peaceful throughout the night, and up to the wee hours of the morning. Before the sun showed its face simultaneous commotion sounded out at the gates of their homes followed by pressured knocking on their front doors. Guards were flustered and tried to get some information from the cops, bewildered servants rushed to their masters' suites to alert them to this visit and butlers tried their best to keep the civility of the households' names. The neighbors boldly stood on their lawns to see the downfall of their 'friends'.
"Officers! How can I assist you this morning?" a butler said with a congenial smile. Internally he was trying to figure out which enemy of this family dare to send the cops to their doorstep.
At the other three homes, the hurried and disheveled masters came to the door, pushing aside the butlers.
The captain of each squad with four armed swat members encircling them presented the warrant to the masters.
"We have a warrant for the arrest of Philip Dalton.....
" ...... Ryan Jarvis....."
" ....... Antonio Suarez......."
".......... Uriel Pascal.........."
"......under the alleged charges of stalking, invasion of privacy, defamation, the conspiracy of first-degree assault, and conspiracy of first-degree murder. It will be wise to allow us to carry out our duties in order for you to have peace of mind. Any signs of obstruction of justice or any assault on ourselves we will not fail to make an arrest."
The seasoned captains made their statements and demands due to their accumulated experiences when dealing with wealthy offenders. The parents of each young man were shell-shocked. The charges were unbelievable, their perfect children would never do such things. As expected they began to protest and proceeded to block the officers.
"Get them!"
The orders were absolute. The arrests had to be made due to orders from above. Even their chief stressed their professionalism on this matter.
Basic uniformed officers stepped in front of wailing mothers and angry fathers while the captains pressured the help to guide them to the young masters. One by one woken from their blissful slumber, startled by the guns aiming at their heads. Fear and worry bombarded their minds as they tried to play the innocent role. The officers ignored them and swiftly handcuffed them while sole cops gathered their devices that were stated in the warrant.
The young men struggled in the grasp of the SWAT team, not used to being manhandled or treated without an ounce of respect. Clad in their boxers or simple pajama pants, their humiliation began when they were escorted to the patrol cars outside their doors in view of their nosy neighbors. A few were around their age and didn't hesitate to film this development.
"Dad! I didn't do anything! Please believe me!"
The father of Philip Dalton was frozen on the spot after he read the entire content of the warrant. Those allegations were severe. No one will put such claims on an innocent person. His wife peeked over his shoulder and skimmed over the document. She clicked her tongue and shook her head in disgust. She warned her husband of pampering that child and paying off the people he crossed but her warnings fell on deaf ears. After all, she was merely the second wife, a placeholder for his business affairs and image. "I'll call the lawyer," she murmured and re-entered the house.
Three houses away from the Dalton Estate, squad cars left the courtyard of the Pascals. The wife was in the arms of a security guard, the sight of seeing her handcuffed son being treated like a common criminal was too much to bear. The additional shock from the previous event caused her body to shut down and lose consciousness. Her little boy was being charged with murder. How can that be?
Her husband still wore his stoic expression as he dialed the number for their lawyer.
The Jarvis and Suarez household called their lawyers the moment the cops entered their home, throwing large amounts of money to get their sons out of detainment and to help keep the situation hidden. True to their belief, money is always a cure-all.
In the near future, they will know how false their world is.
Power rules everything.
Upon the rude morning calls, the lawyers woke to find neatly addressed envelopes on their nightstand. While listening to their clients' wails and demands through the phones, their minds were in another place and their hearts were banging against their chests with fear.
Someone entered their homes without triggering the alarms and was able to deliver this letter 'personally'. Their lives were in the hands of these mysterious guests, even their partners who slept soundly beside them. They couldn't believe how close
That was an example of power over wealth.
In those letters, one handwritten sentence is under the letterhead of the top law firm in Pasadena.
' I expect you to do your job thoroughly this time.'
At the bottom-right corner were an insignia in red ink and a delicate signature under it.
One word escaped the mouths of each lawyer when they recognized the name and insignia.
'FUCK!'
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Across town, the guards outside Crein Alsworth's bedroom door opened it hastily for their boss to enter. Christopher Alsworth couldn't sleep a wink the night before. He waited anxiously for the outcome of his son's actions, praying it will be something minor that will result in a light punishment but the heavens wouldn't let him be at ease.
A visitor arrived an hour ago under the cover of darkness and gave him a detailed report and evidence of his son's plan and its execution. Christopher couldn't believe what he read. His child was so bent on pleasing that little demon that he planned a murder. His eyes were red with rage and fatigue when he took large steps to reach Crein's bedside.
A loud smack sounded in the room. Crein cried out in pain from the attack. His eyes were still cloudy with sleep, unable to understand what was happening. Holding his cheek he was able to focus on the figure before him.
"Dad? Did you hit me? Why do you look like that?"
Christopher didn't answer. He struck Crein's other cheek with a force that sent him tumbling on the bed. "DAD! STOP!" Crein yelled. What did he do to deserve this? This was the first time his father used violence on him.
"You ungrateful son of a bitch. I've done everything in my power to make you happy and comfortable. The lessons I learned from my father, I've taught you the same but yet you went against everything just for a fucking little bitch who never held you in her eyes. How can you disgrace our family name this way? DO YOU KNOW WHAT YOU'VE DONE? WHO YOU HAVE OFFENDED? Who the fuck do you think you are to end a life over a mere few words? A FUCKING DISGRACE YOU ARE!"
"D-dad?! What are you saying?" Crein decided to play dumb. He never saw his father this way before. Why was he saying these things? He was angry when his father cursed Sherida but held it in.
"What am I saying??!?! I'm saying that you should prepare yourself for the consequences. Don't expect me to help you. You've not only disappointed me but lost my trust. I never knew you were so vindictive and simple-minded." Christopher didn't mention the details of this fit of anger, the plan of assaulting Min Jaejin wasn't the only thing the visitor delivered to him. His son hid a dark side behind that charismatic mask he wore.
Shaking his head in defeat, he left the room and gave a slight nod to whoever was waiting in the hall.
Crein watched his father leave with blatant anger blazing in his eyes. What he did was to benefit his family financially and in prominence. With the backing of the Macallis family through marriage he will not only be above those other upstart companies but have his woman in his hands. He benefited the most from this favor. As he was about to leave his bed, two masked men entered his room clad in designer suits.
"Who the fuck are you? What are you doing here?" The arrogant tone he took upon speaking to the servants was heard. The men scoffed in amusement and continued towards the red-faced young master.
Grabbing his arms, Crein began to scream in protest, cursing everything about them, adding in the power of his family. Binding his hands behind his back, the two forcefully removed him from the room, kicking and screaming alerting everyone in the house.
His father locked himself in his office, with all the evidence of his son's crimes splayed across his desk. Thanks to the soundproof installation he didn't hear his son's tantrum or his wife calling for him. He was unsure of his next actions.
In the driveway, three dark SUVs were parked out front awaiting their next orders. The two men who held Crein hastened their steps to the SUV in the middle with a loud disheveled woman nipping at their heels. The estate security didn't come to her help when she ordered them, making her even more frustrated by the situation.
Crein was tossed into the vehicle which sped off after the door was shut.
The two men turned to the woman.
"We suggest you have a long talk with your husband, ma'am. If you do maybe your son's 'predicament' will not be too harsh," one said in a monotone voice. The two separated and went into their respective vehicles and left the estate.
Mrs. Tina Alsworth was at a loss for the events from the previous night. Her world changed in the blink of an eye.
"WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?"