REVENGE, DIAPER and SNACKS - Chapter 46: Chapter 46
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The Years That Followed
Alec played the long game. Became the perfect brother. The confidant. Even after he betrayed Leon in Prague the bastard had forgiven him. Leon was stupid, soft and full of himself like Alec didn't deserve his anger.
So Alec became the perfect brother. The one who smiled and clapped when Leon won again. He learned how to say the right things, nod at the right times, offer advice that subtly led Leon into traps that looked like gifts.
He studied Leon obsessively. Watched his body language. His tone. His schedule. He memorized the way Leon sharpened knives, how he trained with firearms, how he tapped his fingers when annoyed.
He even helped raise Leon’s empire from the shadows. Poured in strategies, information, logistics. Leon trusted him. Loved him, even.
And Alec? He counted the days until he could finally take everything.
Then the spider came. Blacky. Leon’s prized exotic pet. A rare breed, venomous and beautiful. Alec spent days researching it. He learned how the venom worked, how small doses could imitate a heart attack. How undetectable it was after 48 hours in the bloodstream.
He waited. Planned. Injected the spider’s prey with a specific scent that triggered aggression. Left the cage open. Acted surprised.
Leon collapsed days later.
Dead.
And Alec? He cried. But inside, he was singing.
Finally, after years in the shadows. Leon was gone.
The world was finally his.
And now? He was in Leon's suit, his women, his office.
But it was too much. His Empire.
It was too vast, too tangled. Leon’s enemies turned to Alec, smiling with knives behind their backs. Shipments went missing. Loyalty faded. Deals soured. Even the Yakuza smelled blood. The Chinese and Korean wanted nothing from him, they betrayed him just because he was not LEON the destroyer.
The power was slipping.
He stood in his office, staring at the LED monitors filled with blinking red alerts—financials, shipments, locations compromised. His hands were trembling.
“This is your fault,” he whispered to the screen showing Leon’s old portrait.
His own reflection looked back at him.
“You made me small. You made me hate you.” Alec hissed, his voice trembling with fury.
He slammed his fists onto the desk. “And now you still haunt me!”
With a deft flick of his wrist, he pulled a chip from his wrist free. His breath hitched as he held it up to the dim light—a quarter-inch nano tracking device, glinting faintly with a malicious sheen.
He flung the tiny device to the ground with a look of pure disgust, his lip curling as though the very sight of it offended him.
Alec stared at it, the blood still running down his arm, and something deep inside him snapped. The device was so small, so insignificant, yet it had been used to control him, to track him like he was nothing more than a piece of property. White-hot rage bubbled up from his core, his vision blurring as anger overtook him.
“You did this to me, Leon” he hissed, his voice trembling with madness. "You bastard... you did this to me. You want to see me all the time huh? You said it was to keep me safe."
Bastard!
But the room went silent. Only his ragged breath echoed. The blood from his wrist dropped to the expensive carpet Leon personally chose.
He could still hear Leon’s voice sometimes. That confident, teasing tone. That laugh. It scratched inside Alec’s skull like static. It made him furious.
He thought killing him would end it.
But Leon never really died.
Now, Alec was haunted by the ghost of the man he once called “brother”—and it wasn’t a ghost that floated in the air. It was a ghost that fought back.
And for the first time, Alec wondered… What if Leon never died? What if the monster he buried was coming back?
His hands twitched. His obsessions deepened. And for a man who once believed himself the mastermind of vengeance—
—he was starting to lose control.
And Catherine? Alec’s new obsession?
She smiled at him like a goddess and a devil rolled into one.
Catherine.
That damn woman.
Her voice echoed in his skull like a chime dipped in honey and poison. The memory of her smirk when she stepped out of the casino in that figure-hugging black gown made his pulse spike with something… vile and intimate. A curve of her lips. The sway of her hips. Just like Samantha…his Samantha.
And the smug little nod she gave him.
Like she was taunting him. Like she knew. Like Leon used to.
He watched the surveillance footage again.
Catherine. Mylene. Jhing Jhing.
Three oversized women dressed to kill, strutting into his high-roller floor like queens on a victory march. She didn’t flinch. Didn’t hesitate. Moved like she built the damn place.
Catherine won a million pounds. One million in two nights.
No normal woman—especially not someone on government support—could do that.
But Leon could.
Leon knew every trick, every tell, every flaw Alec spent decades hiding in that casino.
And now this woman walked in, flipped the entire board, and left with pockets full of his money and that same goddamn Darrow confidence.
His lips curled. Was it possible?
Was she…?
He slammed his fist through the monitor.
Glass shattered like his sanity.
Was she Leon’s woman?
Alec played the long game. Became the perfect brother. The confidant. Even after he betrayed Leon in Prague the bastard had forgiven him. Leon was stupid, soft and full of himself like Alec didn't deserve his anger.
So Alec became the perfect brother. The one who smiled and clapped when Leon won again. He learned how to say the right things, nod at the right times, offer advice that subtly led Leon into traps that looked like gifts.
He studied Leon obsessively. Watched his body language. His tone. His schedule. He memorized the way Leon sharpened knives, how he trained with firearms, how he tapped his fingers when annoyed.
He even helped raise Leon’s empire from the shadows. Poured in strategies, information, logistics. Leon trusted him. Loved him, even.
And Alec? He counted the days until he could finally take everything.
Then the spider came. Blacky. Leon’s prized exotic pet. A rare breed, venomous and beautiful. Alec spent days researching it. He learned how the venom worked, how small doses could imitate a heart attack. How undetectable it was after 48 hours in the bloodstream.
He waited. Planned. Injected the spider’s prey with a specific scent that triggered aggression. Left the cage open. Acted surprised.
Leon collapsed days later.
Dead.
And Alec? He cried. But inside, he was singing.
Finally, after years in the shadows. Leon was gone.
The world was finally his.
And now? He was in Leon's suit, his women, his office.
But it was too much. His Empire.
It was too vast, too tangled. Leon’s enemies turned to Alec, smiling with knives behind their backs. Shipments went missing. Loyalty faded. Deals soured. Even the Yakuza smelled blood. The Chinese and Korean wanted nothing from him, they betrayed him just because he was not LEON the destroyer.
The power was slipping.
He stood in his office, staring at the LED monitors filled with blinking red alerts—financials, shipments, locations compromised. His hands were trembling.
“This is your fault,” he whispered to the screen showing Leon’s old portrait.
His own reflection looked back at him.
“You made me small. You made me hate you.” Alec hissed, his voice trembling with fury.
He slammed his fists onto the desk. “And now you still haunt me!”
With a deft flick of his wrist, he pulled a chip from his wrist free. His breath hitched as he held it up to the dim light—a quarter-inch nano tracking device, glinting faintly with a malicious sheen.
He flung the tiny device to the ground with a look of pure disgust, his lip curling as though the very sight of it offended him.
Alec stared at it, the blood still running down his arm, and something deep inside him snapped. The device was so small, so insignificant, yet it had been used to control him, to track him like he was nothing more than a piece of property. White-hot rage bubbled up from his core, his vision blurring as anger overtook him.
“You did this to me, Leon” he hissed, his voice trembling with madness. "You bastard... you did this to me. You want to see me all the time huh? You said it was to keep me safe."
Bastard!
But the room went silent. Only his ragged breath echoed. The blood from his wrist dropped to the expensive carpet Leon personally chose.
He could still hear Leon’s voice sometimes. That confident, teasing tone. That laugh. It scratched inside Alec’s skull like static. It made him furious.
He thought killing him would end it.
But Leon never really died.
Now, Alec was haunted by the ghost of the man he once called “brother”—and it wasn’t a ghost that floated in the air. It was a ghost that fought back.
And for the first time, Alec wondered… What if Leon never died? What if the monster he buried was coming back?
His hands twitched. His obsessions deepened. And for a man who once believed himself the mastermind of vengeance—
—he was starting to lose control.
And Catherine? Alec’s new obsession?
She smiled at him like a goddess and a devil rolled into one.
Catherine.
That damn woman.
Her voice echoed in his skull like a chime dipped in honey and poison. The memory of her smirk when she stepped out of the casino in that figure-hugging black gown made his pulse spike with something… vile and intimate. A curve of her lips. The sway of her hips. Just like Samantha…his Samantha.
And the smug little nod she gave him.
Like she was taunting him. Like she knew. Like Leon used to.
He watched the surveillance footage again.
Catherine. Mylene. Jhing Jhing.
Three oversized women dressed to kill, strutting into his high-roller floor like queens on a victory march. She didn’t flinch. Didn’t hesitate. Moved like she built the damn place.
Catherine won a million pounds. One million in two nights.
No normal woman—especially not someone on government support—could do that.
But Leon could.
Leon knew every trick, every tell, every flaw Alec spent decades hiding in that casino.
And now this woman walked in, flipped the entire board, and left with pockets full of his money and that same goddamn Darrow confidence.
His lips curled. Was it possible?
Was she…?
He slammed his fist through the monitor.
Glass shattered like his sanity.
Was she Leon’s woman?
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