Chapter 58
Alex pulled up outside Lucas’s condo, cutting the engine with a sigh. He hadn’t planned to come here, but after what had just happened with Mia, he needed a distraction. Something-anything-to shake off the tightness in his chest…
Also Lucas keeps sending weird ass messages. He’s probably drunk doing some shit.
He stepped out of the car, adjusting the cuffs of his shirt, his expression smooth, unreadable.
The moment he stepped inside, the heavy scent of alcohol, sweat, and smoke hit him. Loud music thumped through the space, vibrating against the walls. The living room was a haze of cigarette smoke hanging in the air.
Half-naked girls swayed in the middle of the room, moving to the music, their laughter blending with the sounds of clinking glasses and murmured conversations.
Lucas spotted Alex first. His eyes lit up, and he grinned, holding a beer bottle loosely in his grip.
“Well, well, look who decided to show up.”
Alex gave the room a slow, unimpressed scan before his eyes landed on Lucas. “Isn’t it too early for this, Lucas?” he asked, scrunching his nose at the mess around him.
Lucas chuckled. “It’s Saturday, my friend. What else are we supposed to do?”
Alex sighed. Typical.
His gaze flickered to the other side of the room, where Sammy sat with a girl on his lap.
Alex barely paid attention at first, but then he took a closer look.
The girl had long brown hair, strikingly similar to Sammy’s ex-the one who had cheated on him with his own father.
Alex’s jaw tensed.
Sammy was kissing her now, his fingers digging into her waist, but Alex could see it. The way his grip was just a little too tight. The way his lips moved like he wasn’t really there, like he was trying to drown himself in the moment.
Alex knew the feeling all too well.
He shook his head and sank onto the couch.
Immediately, Lucas and Sammy moved to sit beside him, bringing their drinks with them.
“What’s this about?” Alex asked, stretching his arms along the back of the couch. “Texting me like something bad happened… Is any of you celebrating a birthday I don’t know about?”
Lucas leaned forward, rolling a cigarette between his fingers. “I got some money,” he said casually. “So why not throw a party?”
Alex hummed, his gaze drifting to the girls dancing in front of them. Their eyes flickered toward him, seeking attention, but he wasn’t interested.
Sammy smirked, lifting his drink. “He scammed his father off some good money.”
Alex’s eyes snapped to Lucas, his expression unreadable.
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You scammed your old man?”
Lucas exhaled smoke, grinning. “Yup. it’s not he’ll notice.”
Alex hummed again, this time with something close to disapproval.
Lucas’s father was a bastard, but Lucas wasn’t much better. He had no remorse, no shame. Just easy money and an even easier life.
Before Alex could say anything, the front door opened, and two men stepped inside.
Alex’s gaze darkened.
One of them was Ethan Turner.
He walked in like he belonged, a bag clutched close to his chest.
Alex didn’t have to guess what was inside.
Drugs.
Not the cheap kind either-dangerous stuff. The kind that ruined lives. The kind that kept people coming back until there was nothing left of them.
Alex clenched his jaw.
This. This was exactly why he had no respect for that family.
Why he hated them.
Ethan had no shame, no hesitation. He lived off this, just like the rest of his family.
And Mia-Mia was part of that family.
Alex forced the thought out of his head.
He wasn’t going to think about her right now.
Sammy licked his lips, eyeing Ethan like he was a dealer bringing in gold. “Oh, Turner’s here,” he drawled, grinning.
Alex sighed, pushing himself up from the couch.
“I have to go.”
Lucas blinked. “What?”
“I have things to attend to.” Alex straightened his shirt. “Have fun, boys.”
And with that, he walked out, leaving the party, the drugs behind.
The drive back to the Blackwell estate was silent, but Alex’s mind wasn’t.
He gripped the steering wheel tighter than necessary, his knuckles turning white as he tried-tried-to think about anything
other than Mia.
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But it was impossible.
The look on her face when he pulled out his wallet. The way her voice cracked when she said she didn’t need his money. The way she walked out, shoulders stiff, refusing to let herself break in front of him.
God, why couldn’t he just leave her alone? Why couldn’t he stop being an asshole to her?
Because it was easier that way.
It was easier to pretend she meant nothing. That she was just another girl.
Easier to convince himself that Mia Turner wasn’t crawling under his skin.
Alex sighed, pressing the gas pedal a little harder, eager to get home.
He had to get rid of these feelings.
He really had to.
The Blackwell estate stood tall in the distance, tall and intimidating as ever.
Alex pulled into the driveway, parked, and just sat there.
His head dropped back against the seat as he exhaled.
There were a million things his father would want to see him for. A million pointless discussions about business, power, and the importance of their name.
For once, Alex wished he could just walk inside and not have to deal with any of it.
But that was never an option.
Dragging a hand down his face, he finally stepped out of the car.
The living room was quiet, his father sat alone on the couch, a drink in hand.
The sight of him always made something cold settle in Alex’s chest.
He swallowed down the instinct to turn back around.
“Good evening, Father,” Alex greeted.
Charles Blackwell glanced up at him but said nothing.
Alex was used to it.
He dropped onto the opposite sofa, stretching his arms along the back, staring at the ceiling. He wondered where his mother and brother were. Probably in their rooms, avoiding this man like always.
His mind drifted.
Mia.
Did she get home safely?
God, why was he thinking about her right now?
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The squeezed his eyes slum.
Don’t think about her, for God’s sake, Alex.
His father’s voice cut through his thoughts.
“I heard you got a penthouse”
Alex opened his eyes.
“You heard right” His voice was flat, uninterested.
Charles took a sip of his drink. “Sit up straight when I’m talking to you, boy”
Alex sighed. But he complied, leaning forward, resting his elbows on his knees, locking, eyes with his father.
“I want you to sell it,” his father said. “Terminate it or do whatever you have to
Alex blinked, not sure if he heard that right.
“Sell what?”
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