Mending the Mechanic's Heart

Unleashing the Storm

Sailub leaned against the doorframe, watching Pon as he gently cradled Aon in his arms, humming a soft lullaby to their son. The sight filled Sailub with a profound sense of peace, but beneath it was a simmering resolve that only grew stronger with each passing day.

Pon had been through so much, and Aon was the light that brought joy into their lives. Sailub knew he'd do anything to protect them. As he watched Pon soothe Aon to sleep, he made a silent vow: he would stop at nothing to ensure their safety, even if it meant unleashing a storm that would leave no stone unturned.

Sailub was not a man who used his family's influence or wealth to get what he wanted. He had always prided himself on building his life through hard work, determination, and sheer force of will. But this situation was different. This wasn't about personal gain—this was about protecting the people he loved most in the world.

Aon stirred slightly in Pon's arms, and Pon adjusted his hold, pressing a tender kiss to the top of his head. The sight made Sailub's heart swell with love and a fierce protectiveness. He knew what he had to do.

Leaving Pon to tend to Aon, Sailub stepped into his office and closed the door behind him. His expression was grim as he picked up the phone and dialed a number he hadn't called in years. The person on the other end was the only one who could help him take down Bank once and for all.

The phone rang twice before a familiar, confident voice answered. "Sailub Hemmawich. To what do I owe the pleasure?"

Sailub's jaw tightened, his tone serious and unwavering. "I need your help, Benz."

There was a pause on the other end, followed by a chuckle. "It must be something big if you're calling me after all this time. What's going on?"

Sailub didn't mince words. He explained the situation with Bank, how the man had been harassing Pon and threatening their family. The more Sailub talked, the quieter Benz became, his easygoing demeanor replaced by a cold, calculating edge.

When Sailub finished, Benz spoke, his voice laced with steel. "Bank has no idea who he's messing with. You're doing the right thing by taking this seriously, Sailub. I'll make sure everything is handled. Discreetly, of course."

Sailub let out a breath he hadn't realized he was holding. "Thank you, . I knew I could count on you."

Benz's voice softened slightly, a hint of their old camaraderie returning. "Anything for you, Sailub. And for Pon. No one messes with family."

They discussed the details, with Benz assuring Sailub that every angle would be covered—from legal strategies to ensuring that Bank's influence in the business world would be systematically dismantled. Sailub knew that Benz had the connections and the ruthlessness to make it happen.

When the call ended, Sailub sat in his office, his mind racing with the implications of what was to come. This wasn't just about retaliation; this was about sending a message that no one could threaten his family and get away with it.

Sailub returned to the living room, where Pon had just finished putting Aon to bed. The omega looked up at him with a soft smile, his eyes filled with love and trust. Sailub crossed the room and pulled Pon into his arms, holding him close.

"I promise you," Sailub whispered into Pon's hair, "I'll keep you and Aon safe. No matter what it takes."

Pon tightened his arms around Sailub, resting his head against the alpha's chest. "I know you will," he murmured. "And I'll always be here with you, no matter what."

Sailub pressed a kiss to the top of Pon's head, his resolve hardening even further. He knew that the coming days would be challenging, but he was ready for it. With Top on his side and the Hemmawich name behind him, Bank didn't stand a chance.