Leave Me Alone, Big Brothers! [BL]-Chapter 101: A Good Pet

That evening, Nael returned. He was exhausted, his legs ached from the ice rink and his eyes felt heavy, but his heart was full.

The day hadn’t been exactly what he’d imagined. Alexander didn’t know how to "play", he only knew how to "protect."

Imagine, they were at the cinema, and Alexander refused to let him buy a large popcorn because of the "unhealthy sodium levels," and shot down the idea of a Coke because of the sugar. It was like going on a date with a very handsome but strict grandfather.

Even more annoying, Alexander circled him at the ice-skating rink, asking Lorenzo to "watch him." He couldn’t even skate freely without bumping into their overly protective bodies.

Yet, as Nael clutched a small, slightly lopsided brown teddy bear to his chest, he couldn’t stop smiling. The bear was a trophy, the result of Alexander spending nearly an hour and more than fifty attempts at a crane machine.

That was also after Nael forbade him from buying the machine outright because he was impatient.

What’s the fun if you can get it easily?

Nael ran up the stairs. He couldn’t wait to give the doll to Nathan.

Arriving in front of Nathan’s room, he pushed open the door quietly. The room was dim, the only light coming from the night lamp and the glow of Roger’s laptop.

Roger was perched on the sofa, typing away, but he looked up as Nael entered.

"Hey," Roger whispered, his voice low to avoid waking Nathan. "You’re back."

Nael nodded, tiptoeing toward the bed. Nathan looked like he was drifting, his face pale against the white pillows. Nael sat on the edge of the mattress and gently brushed a stray hair from Nathan’s forehead.

Roger let out a soft huff. "Don’t bother him, Nael. He just fell asleep."

But it was too late. Nathan’s eyelashes fluttered, and he squinted at Nael, his expression instantly shifting into a weary scowl. He tried to close his eyes again, but Nael leaned in.

"Nathan, look. I brought you a bear," Nael whispered, holding up the prize.

Nathan sighed, his voice raspy and weak. "What is that? Who needs a doll?"

"Oh, come on! This isn’t just a doll," Nael insisted, placing the bear on Nathan’s chest. "Alex spent hours getting this."

Nathan blinked, looking at the bear with a flicker of disbelief. "What? You could just buy it on the street."

"Oh, come on, we should count the effort!"

Nathan sighed. He tried to get up, but when he shifted, he felt the lingering ache in his stomach. He was feeling better, but sometimes the pain still came back.

"Just keep it. I don’t need it."

Nael pouted. He wasn’t giving up. He put the doll on the nightstand. "I’ll put Alexa here."

Roger, who was listening from the sofa, suddenly laughed. "Why did you name it Alexa?" He turned around and looked at the brown doll, which didn’t look like a female doll at all.

"It’s just a cute name," Nael replied indifferently.

Then he looked at Nathan again. "You better get some good rest tonight. Alexander is taking you out tomorrow. It’s your turn."

Nael couldn’t wait to say it. He knew Alexander hadn’t asked Nathan yet, but he was too excited. "Are you going to be okay tomorrow?"

Nathan groaned, pulling the duvet higher. "I don’t know. I just want to sleep for a week. And I don’t want to go anywhere if I have to be guarded like a prisoner."

"It’s not so bad," Nael said, trying to be helpful. "Lorenzo will be with you too. He’s very quiet. He doesn’t talk much."

Nathan wanted to sleep right now rather than deal with Nael’s chatter, but this time he was curious about the name Lorenzo.

"Who? Who is Lorenzo?" he asked.

Nael blinked, his smile faltering. "Did you forget? The bodyguard for us. He’s the one replacing Louis."

The air in the room seemed to freeze. Nathan’s eyes widened, his face flushing with a mix of shock and pure, unadulterated rage. He hadn’t truly believed it. He thought Alexander was just posturing, just trying to scare them.

"Louis is actually gone?" Nathan’s voice was hoarse.

Nael nodded sadly, looking down at his hands. "Yeah. He left this morning. But Lorenzo is—"

"I don’t care about Lorenzo!" Nathan snapped, his hands gripping the sheets. "I’m not going anywhere without Louis!"

Nathan’s stomach tightened again, but this time it wasn’t only the gastritis, it was the weight of a guilty conscience. Louis was fired because of him. He looked at Nael, his eyes blazing with a sudden, rebellious fire.

"We have to bring him back, Nael," Nathan whispered. "We have to do it together. I don’t care what Alexander says. He can’t just fire him like that just because of me."

Nael looked at Nathan, caught between his desire to please Alexander and the undeniable bond he felt with his twin. He saw the determination in Nathan’s eyes.

"How?" Nael whispered back, his heart beginning to race. "Alexander never changes his mind."

"Then we make him," Nathan countered.

From the sofa, the soft clicking of the laptop continued. Roger pretended not to hear, but an amused smirk played on his lips. He didn’t say a word. He wouldn’t tell Alexander. He waited to see what they would do to stress Alexander out.

***

When he arrived in front of the room, Alexander was greeted by Jack, who looked impatient and anxious.

"Boss," Jack greeted him.

"What is it?" Alexander walked past Jack, opened the door, and motioned for the guard to come in.

"I tried to call you many times."

Alexander felt his heart start to beat faster. The fun and happy vibe he had while playing with Nael immediately shifted to a familiar feeling of alertness, already knowing what Jack was likely going to say.

"Where is Huan?" Alexander asked. That was his first concern, since he didn’t see the man.

The air in the room was thick with a scent Alexander knew too well, the smell of a situation spiraling out of control.

Jack stood by the sofa, his posture stiff, his eyes darting to Alexander. He looked genuinely shaken. "That’s the problem, Boss."

Alexander’s eyes narrowed, his pulse beginning to thrum against his collar. "Tell me."

"The meeting with the Brazon brothers," Jack began, his voice tight. "It was successful. We got security guarantees for the area. And they assured us our merchant ships would not encounter any problems."

"Then?" Alexander’s voice was impatient.

"At first, they made unreasonable demands regarding the profit-sharing percentage. Huan had a hard time convincing them. In the end, they agreed to our offer as long as Huan worked for them," Jack said. He was sure they were just joking.

Alexander tensed. "Then?"

"I’m sure they just wanted to play around, but Huan agreed. I didn’t know what to do, but Huan wouldn’t listen to me."

Alexander held his breath unconsciously. "So he’s there now?"

Jack nodded, his body tense. He knew Alexander wouldn’t like to hear this. He was even surprised that Huan had given himself up like that.

The silence that followed was suffocating. Alexander’s hands curled into fists, his knuckles turning white.

The Brazon Brothers, Vizard and Razen, were two very cunning men. They loved money and would get it by any means necessary. And it seemed that this time, they thought they had found an easy target.

Alexander rubbed his forehead. He thought of his last conversation with Huan, the insults, the tension, the resignation.

Is this his way out? Alexander thought, a flash of white-hot jealousy mixing with raw fear. Did he choose to stay there just to get away from me?

"So they kept him?" Alexander’s voice was barely a whisper, vibrating with a lethal edge.

"Yes. After asking Huan about it, Huan stayed by his own will," Jack confirmed.

"Where is Steven?"

"Steven is downstairs in the basement."

"Get him up here," Alexander ordered.

As Jack hurried out, Alexander sank onto the edge of the sofa, the weight of the day crashing down on him. He pulled his phone from his pocket, the device he’d kept off to give Nael a perfect day, and switched it on.

The screen flooded with missed notifications.

His fingers trembled slightly as he found the contact for Vizard Brazon. He didn’t even have to dial, the phone rang in his hand.

An incoming video call.

Alexander answered.

The screen flickered to life, showing the smug, bearded face of Vizard Brazon. Behind him was a dark, painted room. First, Alexander saw a table full of bottles of alcohol.

Then he heard Vizard laugh, a dry, grating sound.

"Good night, Alexander. I was wondering if I dialed the right number, since I tried calling you a thousand times," Vizard sneered. "See what I’ve got in my collection."

The camera panned away from Vizard’s face, moving slowly toward a corner of the room.

The large bed.

Alexander’s breath hitched.

On the bed, a man was bound spread-eagle. Totally naked. His head was completely covered with a black cloth bag. His stomach was taut, the skin clean.

He wasn’t moving, his chest rising and falling in shallow, rhythmic hitches.

Huan?

Vizard brought the camera closer. Alexander felt his blood boil.

"What do you want?" Alexander asked, his voice barely holding back his anger.

Then another voice was heard from behind. "You showed him?"

It was Razen.

Razen appeared on camera, waving his hand. "Hi, Alexander. We have a good pet. Look!"

Razen grabbed the man’s manhood, making his body tense. Alexander saw the reddened flesh, tortured-looking. The man’s abdominal muscles tightened.

"He won’t scream. I gagged him. But you can see, his body is good."

Alexander forced his tension down. His gaze lingered on the man’s body, his expression shifting from anger to cold impatience.

"What the fuck do you want?" Alexander snapped.