Leave Me Alone, Big Brothers! [BL]-Chapter 65: Jealousy

The tattooed men paused when they saw Nathan running, surprised when they recognized Louis. They didn’t move until Louis and Nathan were out of sight.

Who would have thought they would encounter the boy they had kidnapped there? Louis had warned them never to show their faces in front of Nathan. But this situation was unexpected.

Meanwhile, Gabriel stood there with a confused look on his face. His brutal expression was no longer visible. He stared at the two men near the side gate.

"I’m coming!" he shouted, running toward the van.

"Gab, is that kid your friend?" one of the men asked.

Gabriel shook his head. "No. Do you know him?" He stared at the two men. "You guys aren’t collecting a debt from him, are you?"

He was sure the two men had done something to scare Nathan.

The men shook their heads. They weren’t about to reveal Salazar’s secret mission, or pay for it with their necks.

Gabriel frowned in confusion. What was wrong with Nathan? Strange kid. He hadn’t even touched him.

***

The interior of the Rolls-Royce was a tomb of silence. Outside, winter rain streaked against the bulletproof glass, but inside, the only sound was the faint, rhythmic click-click of the turn signal.

Alexander Salazar sat in the back, his silk tie loosened. He was busy with his phone, occasionally glancing at the back of Huan’s head.

Huan drove with precision that bordered on aggressive, his hands at ten and two, knuckles white, spine so straight it looked like he’d swallowed a steel rod.

"The steering wheel didn’t do anything to you, Huan," Alexander remarked, his voice smooth but edged with teasing. He knew exactly why his aide was so quiet and annoyed.

Huan didn’t turn. "I am merely ensuring the vehicle remains stable in these weather conditions."

"Right. And the fact that you haven’t looked at me since we left the club is also about the weather?"

Huan’s jaw tightened. "I have nothing to say."

Alexander sighed, putting away his phone. "I was there for a meeting, Huan. The boy was just... part of the hospitality. I let him stay under the table for ten minutes so the Russians would think I was relaxed. I didn’t even look at his face."

"I’m sure his technique was very professional," Huan replied flatly. "He even made you come."

"Well," Alexander said, "I didn’t touch him. I didn’t even enjoy it that much. It was just a service."

"Yes."

Then silence.

"Oh, God... Huan. Don’t do the ’yes’ thing."

Silence reclaimed the car, thicker than the city fog. They stopped at a red light. Huan stared straight ahead at the snowy asphalt, his expression a mask of cold, professional stoicism.

"Huan, you can’t be jealous because of that boy, you know?"

Huan remained silent, then replied a few moments later. "I have no comment. It’s your business after all, Boss."

Alexander sighed. He didn’t like it when Huan acted so formal.

While Huan was used to this situation, he knew his jealousy sometimes dominated him. He couldn’t hold Alexander back when all the business leaders enjoyed such "hospitality." He was sure Alexander wouldn’t refuse, it would only make things awkward.

But he still had the right to be jealous.

"I’ll make it up to you later, okay?" Alexander coaxed. He never lowered himself to coax others, but Huan was different. He wouldn’t sleep peacefully knowing the man was angry with him.

"I’m tired today. I’m going straight to sleep," Huan replied calmly.

Alexander ran his fingers through his hair. "Huan, please stop it. It’s just a transaction. It’s not worth being jealous over."

Huan tightened his grip on the steering wheel.

"Would it be okay with you if Felix performed a similar service for me?" Huan asked suddenly, his tone casual, as if discussing dinner.

Alexander froze mid-motion. He leaned forward, eyes narrowing as they met Huan’s gaze in the rearview mirror.

"What? Of course not," Alexander growled, his voice dropping into the dangerous tone that usually preceded a funeral. "And who the hell is Felix?"

Huan paused before answering.

"He’s the new security recruit in the South Wing," he said lightly. "Very talented. Handsome. Muscular. If it’s just a transaction, I assumed you wouldn’t mind if I sought a similar ’distraction’ during our next tactical meeting."

Alexander leaned back. His face was calm, but his eyes were sharp, predatory.

"I’ll put a bullet in Felix’s head before he even gets within three feet of your belt," Alexander said, his voice sharp with possessiveness.

Then he blinked. "Actually, the South Wing is closed. It’s a parking lot now."

Huan released a tiny, nearly invisible smirk, keeping his eyes on the road. "So, transactions do matter."

"Damn it, Huan," Alexander muttered, slumping back into his seat. "There’s no Felix, is there? You made him up."

Huan stayed silent, making Alexander uneasy. "No Felix, right?"

"I have nothing to say."

"Oh, Huan! Don’t drive me crazy."

Huan sighed. "I’m sorry, but you’re the one who makes me crazy."

"Okay, okay, I’m sorry. What do you want me to do so you can forgive me?"

"..."

"I’ll let you suck my cock today."

"I do that every day."

"...I’ll do yours."

"..."

"Okay? Deal?"

Huan was silent for a moment. "I want a proper dinner with you before that."

Alexander nodded immediately. "Okay. I’ll ask Serene to prepare dinner in my room. With good wine and candlelight."

But their plans for the night had to be postponed, because as soon as they arrived at the mansion, they were already greeted by Louis.

Louis stood by the grand entrance, his hands folded in front of him. His face was unusually nervous.

Alexander’s playful, irritated mood vanished instantly. He straightened his coat, his eyes narrowing.

"Louis? Why aren’t you in the staff quarters? It’s late."

Louis stepped forward, briefly glancing at Huan before meeting Alexander’s eyes.

"There was an incident at the school today, Boss."

Alexander’s hand went to his phone. "Nael?"

"Nathan," Louis corrected. "A white van appeared at the gate. It was the men we hired some time ago. And Nathan was paralyzed with fear. He was shaking so violently he could barely speak. He thought they had come back for him."

The silence that followed was heavy.

The mafia boss switch inside Alexander flipped with a cold, metallic click. The jealousy from the club and the petty arguments disappeared instantly. His aura shifted, turning the air around him dangerous.

"The van," Alexander said, his voice a low, lethal vibration. "Who the fuck did you hire?"