Leave Me Alone, Big Brothers! [BL]-Chapter 94: Friday Night Raid
On the sleek top floor of the Salazar Group building, Alexander was busy in a meeting with several people seated on the sofas. Huan stood by the window with a tablet, and Jack leaned against the door, checking his watch.
Alexander’s private phone buzzed. It was Louis.
Interrupting the meeting, he answered the call. Louis rarely contacted him unless it was truly important.
"What is it, Louis?" Alexander asked, not looking up from his papers.
"I’m sorry, Boss. It’s urgent... I can’t find Nathan," Louis’s voice was thin and trembling. "Nael said he was in the library. But I’ve checked the entire school, every class, even the rooftops. He isn’t here. I can’t reach his phone."
Alexander’s pen stopped moving. The air in the room seemed to drop ten degrees. Huan and Jack straightened instantly.
"What are you talking about?" Alexander asked, his voice dangerously low. "You lost him?"
"Nael... Nael just admitted that Nathan left with Zane Leinster," Louis whispered, sounding like a man waiting for a death sentence.
Alexander hung up without another word. He simply looked at the people in front of him.
"Sorry, I need to take a minute." After that, he walked to the window and stared at his phone, about to make a call, his expression fraught with anxiety.
Everyone there seemed curious about what was happening. Huan watched intently, his expression serious. Had Louis lost Nathan? Or was it Nael?
"Find out where Adam Leinster’s son spends his Friday nights," Alexander commanded Huan.
"Mr. Leinster, I need help," Alexander said when the call connected. "I lost my brother, Nathan. I think he is with your son. Do you know where I can find him?"
Adam was silent for a moment. He also didn’t know where his son was.
"I will find him," Adam promised.
The two teens’ fun event ended in a massive commotion that night.
***
Meanwhile, Nathan couldn’t take it anymore, his face pale. Zane was about to head to his car because the race was starting. He had intended to race first, but he saw how much Nathan was suffering.
"What happened? Are you feeling sick?" Zane asked.
Nathan felt his body shivering and trembling. "I think I need to go home. I have a stomachache," Nathan said, reaching for his cell phone.
Zane immediately sat down next to him, looking at him with concern and intensity. "What do you feel?"
He was worried because the boy had suddenly fallen ill. He grabbed Nathan’s hand. "Do you need anything? A drink?"
Nathan shook his head. "I’m sorry, I have a weak stomach. I can’t handle coffee."
Zane’s mouth fell open. "What? Why didn’t you tell me?"
Nathan looked at Zane, shaking his head. "No, it’s okay. I’ll get better after taking medicine and resting."
Zane immediately fell silent, his face betraying deep guilt. "You didn’t have to drink it if you knew it would make you sick. Damn it, Nathan!"
Nathan held his stomach, unable to focus on anything. Sweat poured down his face despite the cold weather.
Zane grabbed Nathan’s hand. "We’re going to the doctor," Zane said. "Can you walk?" he asked, his voice trembling with worry.
Nathan shook his head. "No, I’ll call Louis to take me home. Please continue your race. I don’t want you to stop."
Zane clicked his tongue. "It’s not important. Let’s go! Call Louis on the way. I’ll take you to the doctor."
Nathan was about to refuse when a voice made them turn their heads.
"Who’s there?"
Nathan’s eyes widened when he saw Lucas walking toward him. He didn’t know how his brother had found them. Meanwhile, Zane clicked his tongue in annoyance at the sight of the young man.
Lucas looked at Nathan, then at Zane. His cheeky face broke into a smile. He had been watching them since they arrived and was quite interested in how the usually cold Zane Leinster treated his younger brother with such care.
But regardless of that, they were rivals on the battlefield. The two of them never got along.
"You’re making my brother wild, Leinster," Lucas said in his usual annoying tone.
Zane stared sharply. "Well, if you think this is wild, aren’t you wilder than me?"
Lucas chuckled. He looked at Nathan. "You ran away from home? I’ll report you to Alexander. This is no place for minors!"
Nathan stared back sharply, holding back his pain. "Tell that to yourself! You’re still a kid!" Nathan retorted.
"I’m over eighteen years old, okay?"
"You look like you’re five! Does Alexander know you’re here?"
The two engaged in a heated argument. Lucas seemed cocky, but he was secretly worried that Alexander would find out. Until now, his brother had never known he spent time racing, or maybe he didn’t care.
Lucas was torn about whether he should tell Alexander, but that would mean listening to a lecture himself.
Zane intervened in their argument by pulling Nathan’s hand. "Let’s go! You’re going to die here!"
Lucas watched Zane pull his brother’s hand and held him back.
"Where do you think you’re going?"
Zane roughly pushed Lucas’s hand away. "Don’t you see? He’s sick! I’m taking him to the doctor!"
Lucas fell silent, only then noticing Nathan’s pale face. He grabbed his brother’s face, which was covered in cold sweat.
"What happened?" Lucas looked serious this time.
Nathan looked away. "I’m fine!"
The race started with the other pairs. Meanwhile, Zane promised to return after taking Nathan to safety. Nathan followed Zane’s footsteps, staring at the crowded and noisy race area.
But before the flag could drop, the horizon was flooded with high beams. A fleet of black SUVs and police cruisers screeched onto the dirt track from three different directions.
"What the—?" a scream rang out.
The crowd, which had been full of enthusiasm, turned frantic.
Lucas’s eyes widened. Zane and Nathan were both shocked, frozen in place. They were too stunned to react.
The music stopped. The crowd scattered like ants, screaming as the authorities began dispersing the event with terrifying efficiency. Men in tactical gear stepped out of the lead SUV.
Among them was Adam Leinster, looking furious.
Zane’s eyes widened. His father?! Here?!
Zane went pale. "My dad. How did he..."
