Damian Cooper had left behind a mess of shady business dealings, and Linton was drowning, trying to clean it all up.
Damian's enemies were now after Linton.
He had to protect Liliana from being caught in the crossfire while simultaneously working to put those enemies behind bars. At its worst, he hadn't even dared to get too close to Liliana, couldn't even speak to her, forced to protect her from the shadows.
Even so, when Linton got that call from Liam, he had still found the time to take a private jet and hunt him down overseas.
He was like a rabid dog that had seen red.
The moment they met, without a single word, he had landed a vicious punch on Liam, pinning him to the ground and beating him with a ferocity that suggested he wanted him dead.
Liam, never one to back down, fought back. They grappled, two forces of nature refusing to yield, and after what felt like an eternity of trading blows, they both ended up in the hospital.
Liam had countless broken bones. A fractured rib had pierced his lung, making every breath an agony. Linton was no better off. His leg was broken, his ribs were fractured, and he couldn't go back. He had to stay in the hospital with him.
Linton never told Liliana. Liam didn't either. It was a silent pact between them, perhaps the only moment of understanding they had ever shared in all their years of knowing each other.
Thinking back to that reckless, brutal fight in the dead of night, Liam could almost feel a phantom pain in his chest. But he savored it. What were a few broken bones? What was a punctured lung? If it meant he had a chance to grasp that ray of light named Liliana, he would die happy.
Liam’s eyes were narrowing. He knew, on that point, Linton was exactly the same. They were two of a kind.
A flicker of annoyance crossed his face. He gritted his teeth and sneered.

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