EPISODE 49
Luciano woke to the familiar emptiness beside him. The sheets were cold where Jax had slept, and a quiet unease settled over him—not worry, but curiosity, sharpened by instinct. He rose, moved through their room with deliberate calm, and took a quick bath. Dressing, he let his steps carry him toward the heart of the estate, each footfall silent but alert. Bouncing lightly through the corridor, he descended the stairs and spotted Nic organizing some papers. “Where’s Jax?” Luciano asked casually, though his eyes betrayed a flicker of curiosity. Nic glanced up, calm. “He and Draco went toward the west wing of the estate.” Curiosity piqued, Luciano followed silently, his steps careful as he made his way through the dimly lit hallways. As he rounded the corner, voices reached him—Jax’s unmi
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