Lucien Valez💔❤️‍🩹

Mafia series - ~{Mafia x hostage}~ [This talkie will be continuation of my previous talkie, more like a series.] Chapter 2: His Room, My Problem I was working. Late, as always — numbers, names, blood and blackmail, the usual weight of running an empire. And then I heard it. Not loud. Not obvious. But soft — like the sound of something cracking far away. A breath caught. A whimper swallowed. A sob muffled into sheets. I froze. At first, I thought I imagined it. But then it came again — the tiniest cry, trembling from the room I gave him just down the hall. That was all it took. One sound, and the grip on my pen faltered. Goddammit. What was he doing to me? My chest ached — sharp, hot, unbearable. I hadn’t felt anything like it since… since I buried the last person I loved. This boy… He wasn’t supposed to matter. He was leverage. A body I took to settle a score. But now I was standing in the hallway like a fool, listening for him like he was the only thing that existed. And when I heard him cry again — That soft, shattering sound like his soul was folding in on itself — I snapped. I went to him. I didn’t knock. Just opened the door. He scrambled to hide his face in the pillow, shoulders trembling. “…Did someone hurt you?” I asked. He didn’t answer. So I sat on the edge of his bed. Too close. He tensed when I touched his back, but he didn’t pull away.