Mick's eyes fluttered open, his mind struggling to break free from the haze of sleep. His head throbbed painfully, each pulse of pain intensifying the disorientation that clouded his thoughts. Slowly, he pushed himself up, his vision blurry and the room unfamiliar.
Where am I?
He sat up, squinting as the dim light filtered through the curtains. The events of the previous night were a jumble in his mind, like pieces of a puzzle that refused to fit together. Mick winced, pressing his fingers to his temples in an attempt to alleviate the throbbing in his head.
As his eyes adjusted to the low light, he noticed a small table beside the bed. On it lay a pendrive, a stack of photographs, and a card. Curiosity mingled with dread as Mick reached for the items, his hands trembling slightly. The photos on top caught his eye first—images of himself, half-naked, his face twisted in an expression of vulnerability. A man was beside him, but his face was blurred out, leaving his identity a mystery.
Mick’s breath caught in his throat as he realised the gravity of the situation. These photos were dangerous. The pendrive could contain anything—images, videos, files that could ruin not just him but his father as well. His father's reputation was everything, the foundation of their family’s power and wealth. One scandal could bring it all crashing down.
He tried to piece together the events that had led him here. The bar, the strangers, the drinks—Rhyle. That name sent a shiver down his spine. Rhyle had been there, but what had happened afterward? Mick’s memories were fragmented, slipping away the harder he tried to grasp them.
His gaze fell on the card lying beside the photographs. He picked it up, turning it over to reveal an address written in neat, precise handwriting. The anxiety that had been simmering beneath the surface now flared into full-blown panic. Whoever had orchestrated this had left a trail, and they were waiting for him to follow it.
Mick’s heart raced as he realised he had to get out of there. He couldn’t stay in this place any longer, couldn’t risk being caught by whoever had taken those photos. Hastily, he gathered his belongings, stuffing the photos, the pendrive, and the card into his pockets. He glanced around the room, his mind racing as he tried to find an escape route.
The room was silent, the dim light casting eerie shadows on the walls. Noah tiptoed to the door, cracking it open just enough to peer out. The hallway was empty. Taking a deep breath, he slipped out of the room and made his way down the corridor, his footsteps silent on the plush carpet. Every creak of the floorboards made his heart jump, but he forced himself to remain calm.
He reached the exit without encountering anyone, his nerves frayed but intact. The early morning air was cool against his skin as he stepped outside, blinking against the harsh light. For a moment, he stood still, trying to calm his racing heart.
There’s no time to lose.
Mick hailed a taxi, his mind in turmoil as he gave the driver the address on the card. The journey seemed to stretch on forever, the city’s bustling streets a blur outside the window. He clenched his fists, his thoughts consumed by fear and anger. What awaited him at this address? Who was behind this?
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Broken promises
Romance**Description:** Mick Williams, a boy blessed with both looks and talent, lives under the shadow of his father's disdain. Despite being adore by everyone for his kind heart and gentle nature, he is haunted by the guilt placed upon him by his father...
