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The room was quiet enough that Maxime could hear his own heartbeat pounding inside his skull.
Axel finally stood before him, calm but cold in a way that made Maxime’s stomach cramp as if freezing winds struck it.
His anger was always quiet but deadly. Loud outrage was predictable. But quiet anger? Quiet meant danger. Quiet meant death.
“You are reckless time and time again. You have always acted without thinking,” Axel finally speaks.
His voice was steady, almost bored, as if he had said this a thousand times and expected nothing better.
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“And you always expect others to clean up you…?”
after
Maxime opened his mouth to defend himself, but he only managed to inhale before Ethan cut him off with a sigh that carried the weight of a man who had already suffered too much stupidity today.
“Boss, if he cries one more time, should I at least gag him?” Ethan suggested while rubbing his ear. “For the sake of our sanity?”
Axel hummed thoughtfully. “Maybeter.”
Maxime released a pathetic sound that was
neither a sob nor a word, more like the whimper of a cornered animal.
“Brother, I didn’t give them anything,” Maxime whispered desperately. Tears clung to his eyshes. “I only saw them. Trust me, I only made a deal with them.”
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Axel tilted his head, almost amused.
“Deal. Like they would give you a supply of drugs?” His tone sharpened. “Help you feel powerful for once. And offer a hand to ruin mypany?”
The words struck Maxime hard. His body flinched as if Axel had pped him. ‘How did Axel know
about that?‘
“Max, I made it clear that night,” Axel said quietly. “But you did not listen.”
His voice was lower now, colder. The air seemed
to sink in temperature.
Maxime’s breath hitched. His shoulders shook
uncontrobly.
“Br–Brother, please. To be honest with you… I regret it. I regret everything. I swear I will not do it again. I will change. I will listen. I swear.”
Ethan leaned against the wall with crossed arms,
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watching the scene with the expression of a man who had seen this too many times to feel
sympathy.
Axel shook his head slowly. His patience had been thin for a long time, and today it had almost gone. “Maxime, you talk too much.”
Maxime’s mouth snapped shut. The fear in his eyes grew, spreading like ink. He finally understood that his biggest mistake was not the dashcam, nor the deal, nor the drugs. It was crossing Axel Knight.
Axel looked at him with the deep calm of a man who had already made his decision.
When he parted his lips to give the final verdict, Maxime suddenly whispered, “I am so sorry, brother… Seriously, I’m so sorry…”
Axel paused. His eyes narrowed slightly. The tone, the phrasing, the desperation. Something about it was… different.
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He slowly turned his full gaze back to Maxime. He could see the tears, the red eyes. Maxime looked heartbroken, terrified, and pleading.
But was it real?
Was he finally showing honesty, or simply performing to save his own life?
Maxime swallowed and forced the words out.
“Bro, I apologize for my mistake. Please allow me to leave, and I promise I will never try to disappoint you again or seek information about Evelyn Walters or your son, Oliver.”
Ethan straightened at once, his expression shifting from annoyed to furious. His eyes snapped to Axel.
Axel froze.
A single name had more power over him than any threat.
Oliver.
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As if someone had struck his chest, Axel’s
heartbeat mmed at full force. His breath turned sharp and heavy.
He had tolerated Maxime’s messes for years, given him chances, and cleaned up his disasters. He had even thought, somewhere deep inside, that Maxime might eventually learn.
But this?
This crossed a line Axel did not allow anyone to
touch.
After a long, chilling moment, Axel slowly turned his gaze back toward Maxime. His eyes were cold enough to burn. A softness that had once existed for Maxime was gone without a trace.
“Who knows about Oliver?” Axel asked, his voice was dangerously calm.
Maxime’s lips parted. “I…”
“Your answer will decide your fate,” Axel said. “So
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answer honestly.”
“No one. I did not say anything to anyone. I swear, brother.” Maxime trembled violently.
Axel stared at him without blinking. The silence stretched, suffocating. “This motherfucker lies!‘
Finally, Axel rubbed his eyebrow while exhaling slowly. A cold, humorless smile curled on his lips
as he looked at Ethan.
“Lock him in the punishment room. No food, no drink, until he dies.”
Maxime let out a horrified gasp.
“Brother, Axel Knight, you do not dare. You would not kill me. My parents will know. They wille for you.”
Axel chuckled softly. Not kindly, not warmly. It was augh that mocked Maxime’s foolishness.
“You think I do not have a way to make
you
die
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naturally?” Axel asked.
Ethan’s eyebrows rose. Maxime’s skin was
drained of color.
“Oh, I have many ways,” Axel continued. “For example, I can arrange a party for you on a yacht. There will be drinks, drugs, andughter. And then the yacht will explode.”
Maxime’s jaw dropped. He stared at Axel as if he were looking at a devil. Axel’s tone was too casual, too smooth. It sounded real. Too real.
Axel smiled. “You have always wanted a dramatic death, have you not? Maybe I’ll burn your house? Well… I will decideter.
Maxime did not respond. He could not. His voice
had abandoned him.
Before turning to leave, Axel paused and asked, “Do you have anything you want to say to your parents?”
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For a moment, Maxime tried to breathe. His lips trembled. Vulnerability shed. Regret flickered. But all of it shattered into anger when pride just took over.
“Fuck you,” Maxime hissed. “I will drag you to hell.
I will—”
Axel did not stay to hear the rest. Maxime’s curses were meaningless now. Futile. Useless. Nothing he said mattered anymore.
Axel patted Ethan’s shoulder once, steady and silent, then walked out of the room without looking back.
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Sara Lili
<strong>Sara Lili</strong> is a daring romance writer who turns icyndscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of d’s breathtaking cold.