Trent approached Adrian. Adrian looked at him in surprise then Trent's lips crashed against Adrian's with a force that took him by surprise, a searing heat flooding through his body as Trent's hands gripped his waist, pulling him closer. Adrian's mind spun, caught between the unexpected hunger in Trent's kiss and the feelings simmering beneath his skin. Trent's mouth was demanding, rough, his tongue probing and claiming, and for a moment, Adrian felt himself yielding, almost melting into the kiss.
But then reality snapped back like a rubber band, and a surge of panic shot through him. He shoved Trent hard, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps. "What the hell, Trent!" he spat out, his hand instinctively reaching for the gun tucked into his waistband. In a flash, he had it out, his grip steady, his finger hovering over the trigger as he pointed it at Trent.
"Whoa, whoa, chill," Trent said, holding his hands up, his voice calm but with a hint of amusement dancing in his eyes. "It was just a kiss. No need to kill anyone over it...where did you even get that gun"
I'm sorry Adrian said.
"Put the gun down, Adrian," Trent continued, his tone growing firmer, but Adrian's eyes were wild, a storm raging inside him, he had conflicting feelings.Trent's voice was like water on the fire burning in Adrian's chest. He felt his grip tighten, his breath coming faster, everything in him screaming to do something, anything, to get away from this madness.
Adrian's hand jerked, and the gun went off with a deafening bang, the bullet whizzing past Trent's head and embedding itself in the wall behind him. Trent flinched, his expression shifting from confidence to genuine surprise. "What the hell, Adrian?!"
Adrian didn't wait to see Trent's reaction. He turned on his heel and bolted out of the house, his heart hammering in his chest. His breaths were ragged as he ran, his mind racing. He grabbed his phone and dialed his best friend. "Kim," he panted, his voice frantic. "Listen to me, something happened-Trent, he-just don't ask, okay? I need you to make sure you look after my dad. Stay safe too and Kim, you can't tell Liam about this, swear it. Swear it on everything."
"Adrian, what-"
"Swear it!" Adrian interrupted, his voice desperate.
"I swear," Kim finally replied, his voice full of concern.
"I'm going to disappear for a while," Adrian muttered, his voice breaking slightly. "I just... need to get away." He hung up before Kim could respond, quickly switching off his phone. His mind raced with escape plans as he tried to lose himself in the city streets, but his luck ran out fast.
He rounded a corner, only to find himself face-to-face with two of Trent's men. Before he could react, they grabbed him, pinning his arms behind his back with brutal efficiency. Adrian struggled, but they were too strong, too well-trained. Panic surged in his chest as he realized he had nowhere left to run.
They dragged Adrian into a dimly lit room in Trent's place, his feet barely touching the ground as they hauled him inside. The door slammed shut behind them with a heavy thud that echoed off the cold, concrete walls. Adrian's heart raced as his eyes adjusted to the darkness, taking in the room around him. It was stark, almost clinical, with cold metal surfaces and an array of tools lining the walls that made his stomach churn. Chains, hooks, straps, and instruments he didn't even want to identify. The room was unmistakably designed for torture, and the dread crept up his spine like ice.
But the bed was what caught his attention the most-an ordinary bed, soft and out of place amidst the cold, calculated cruelty of the room. A cruel irony, perhaps, or some twisted version of comfort. They shoved him down onto it, and before he could react, they'd chained his feet to the bedpost. Adrian pulled against the restraints, but the chains were tight, cold metal biting into his skin.
Panic clawed at his throat as he heard the sound of footsteps approaching from outside the door. He knew who it was even before the door swung open.
Trent entered, his expression unreadable, his presence filling the room with a tension that made it hard for Adrian to breathe. He closed the door behind him with a quiet click, his eyes never leaving Adrian's face.
For a long moment, Trent just stood there, hands in his pockets, looking at Adrian like he was trying to decide what to do with him. The silence was thick, suffocating.
"You had to make things difficult, didn't you?" Trent finally said, his voice low and calm, as if they were discussing nothing more than a minor inconvenience. He moved closer, his footsteps slow, deliberate, his eyes never leaving Adrian.
"What the hell is this?" Adrian spat, yanking at the chains on his feet, his voice a mix of anger and fear. "What are you planning to do, Trent?"
Trent stopped in front of him, a small, almost amused smile tugging at his lips. "This?" He gestured around the room. "This is what happens when you try to shoot me, Adrian. You should have known better."
Adrian's chest heaved, his breath coming in short, sharp bursts. "I didn't want to shoot you," he growled, "but you left me no choice."
Trent's smile faded, replaced by a more serious expression. He leaned down, bringing his face closer to Adrian's, his breath warm against Adrian's skin. "You had a choice, Adrian. You always have a choice. And you chose to run." His voice dropped, barely more than a whisper. "But you can't run from me. Not ever."
Adrian's eyes darted around the room, searching for any sign of a way out, but there was nothing-just cold walls and cruel instruments of pain. "What do you want from me, Trent?" he demanded, trying to keep his voice steady.
Trent reached out and gently cupped Adrian's chin, forcing him to meet his gaze. "I want you to learn a lesson," he murmured, his eyes dark, intense. "I want you to understand that you belong to me now. No running. No hiding. You're mine to control. I knew something was up with you....wantef to see what your game was but then you protected me from eight men, and I thought I was wrong about him, but turns out I wasn't"
Adrian swallowed hard, his throat dry. He could feel the weight of Trent's words pressing down on him like a vice, squeezing the breath from his lungs. "You're insane," he whispered.
Trent's thumb brushed over Adrian's lower lip, a gesture that felt almost tender, but the look in his eyes was anything but. "Maybe," he replied softly, "but you made me this way. And now you'll see what happens when you push me too far. I told you the kind of people I hate, now you are going to find out what happens to the people who do what you did to me. This room is designed for torture, guys like you who try to go against me, my boys are going to torture you until you tell them who sent you and why " Trent said leaving.
Adrian sighed. He was going to die here, at least he didn't kill the guy he loves, well the guy he loves was going to kill him instead. What a fucked up way to die. Adrian laughed bitterly. His brother had always told him, his decisions would end up hurting him and it looked like Liam was right.
