Revenge amnesia upgraded to his brother novel Chapter 102

**The Goodbye That Never Reached You and My Life Chasing 102**

**Chapter 102**

Norah’s POV

Both Lucien and I turned our attention to the door, sensing an undeniable shift in the atmosphere.

Leaning casually against the frame was a figure, exuding an air of nonchalance, as if he possessed all the time in the universe.

It was Mateo.

He had traded his previous attire for a sleek black silk shirt, the top buttons undone, revealing sharp collarbones and sculpted abs that seemed to catch the light just right. That striking face of his was adorned with a smile that could only be described as wicked—a grin that promised mischief.

In an instant, Lucien moved to shield me, positioning himself protectively in front of me, his body radiating an aura of danger that was palpable.

Mateo, however, seemed unfazed by Lucien’s posturing.

His gaze remained locked on me, as if I were the only one that mattered in that moment.

“Nono,” he drawled, his voice slow and deliberate, “are we starting our date in bed?”

“What the hell did you just say?” Lucien growled, his voice low and dangerous, a protective instinct flaring within him.

“In a love hotel,” Mateo replied, finally casting a glance at Lucien, “a date generally implies sex, doesn’t it?”

He surveyed Lucien from head to toe, an amused glint in his eyes, as if he found the entire situation entertaining.

“A wanted man who can’t even ensure his own safety—what makes you think you’re fit to protect her?”

I stood there, caught in the crossfire of their tension.

One man was a king of the underworld, standing tall and elegant, exuding an aura of cruel authority.

The other was the golden boy, the one every socialite dreamed of, now cornered and wild-eyed like a beast trapped with nowhere to run.

The air in the small, themed room suddenly felt stifling, the walls seeming to close in on us, amplifying the weight of the moment.

“Bang, bang, bang!”

“Police! Routine inspection!”

The sound of footsteps echoed in the hallway outside, radios crackled with urgency.

Police.

They had already discovered this place.

Lucien’s expression shifted, a flicker of alarm crossing his face as he turned toward the window, preparing to escape.

“Too late,” Mateo said, a smug smile spreading across his lips.

He stepped in front of Lucien, retrieving something from his jacket pocket.

A black leather ball gag.

“Mr. Constantine,” he said lightly, the amusement still dancing in his eyes, “if you want your freedom, you’ll do as I say.”

“In your dreams,” Lucien spat, his fist clenched, ready to strike.

Mateo didn’t flinch; he merely let the ball gag dangle between his fingers, gesturing around the room—the suggestive lighting, the oversized round bed draped in silk sheets.

“The cops are here for a murder suspect,” he explained, his voice smooth and confident. “Not to interrupt a session between a queen and her two pets.”

The notion was absurd.

Yet, it was our only lifeline.

“I’d rather die than be humiliated like this!” Lucien roared, his voice filled with defiance.

The footsteps grew louder, the officers moving from door to door, knocking, asking questions.

Time was slipping away from us.

“Lucien,” I said, my voice steady despite the chaos around us. “Do what he says.”

He stared at me, disbelief etched across his face, his entire body rigid with tension.

Mateo smiled, a predatory glint in his eyes.

He gestured for me to take a seat on the single red velvet armchair that dominated the room.

Then, he approached Lucien, the gag still in his hand.

Lucien glared at him, a storm of fury brewing within him, every muscle in his body coiled tight with resistance.

But Mateo was unyielding. He simply placed the gag in my hand and then dropped to one knee at my feet.

Taking my hand, he lifted it to his lips, pressing a reverent kiss on the back of it as if I were royalty.

“My queen,” he murmured, his eyes sparkling with mischief, “please put your pet in his chains yourself.”

I glanced at Lucien, searching his eyes for any sign of acceptance. He met my gaze, and in that moment, I saw the struggle, the pain, the rage—and ultimately, the surrender.

With a slow, reluctant grace, he approached me, kneeling at my feet.

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