Chapter 106: Aftermath
Liam walked out of the upper bar, leaving them there wrecked and dripping, the thick smell of sex hanging heavy in the air behind him.
Downstairs, Black Orchid Night continued like nothing unusual had happened at all.
He stepped back into the courtyard and took the first drink that passed him. The music was still low.
Conversations carried on in quiet clusters. Women moved between groups with practiced ease.
He found a quiet spot near one of the stone pillars, leaned against it, and let the night air cool the heat still sitting under his skin.
Derek had already seen enough.
Earlier he had gone upstairs to take a call. The signal was clearer in the hallway away from the music.
When the call ended he stayed there a moment longer than necessary, rolling the tension from his shoulders.
That was when he heard it the heavy, rhythmic sound of skin meeting skin mixed with a woman’s broken moans. The door to the private upper bar had a small hole in it.
Derek moved closer without thinking.
Through the hole he saw more than enough. Sabrina bent over the bar, dress shoved up around her waist, massive breasts swinging with every hard thrust.
Liam behind her, shirt off, hips driving forward with steady, brutal power. Selene right there with them on her knees at one point, then bent over beside her sister, taking the same thick cock. Both women were loud. They looked completely gone.
Derek stepped back before either of them could notice the door. He walked downstairs with a blank face and a jaw locked so tight it ached.
Now he stood in a dark corner of the courtyard, eyes never leaving Liam, the image from the upper bar burned clean into his mind.
Liam drank slowly and ignored the weight of that stare.
Dexter noticed him after a short while. Their eyes met across the open space. He held the look for a second longer than polite, then gave a single nod.
Liam returned it once and looked away. The respect from the garage was still there, but it sat on a thin edge.
If Dexter ever learned what had happened to his younger sisters in that upper bar, respect would not be enough to stop what came next. Men like him did not forgive that kind of trespass. Blood usually settled it.
Some time later the twins came down.
Sabrina stepped into the courtyard first. Selene followed close behind. They had fixed their dresses and smoothed their hair as best they could, but it did not erase everything.
A deep flush still sat under their skin. Their eyes carried a different weight. The playful, teasing energy from earlier in the night the laughter, the strong liquor tests, the comments about him looking too young was gone completely.
They saw Liam almost immediately and walked straight toward him.
Men tried to stop them along the way. Both sisters barely registered the attempts. When they reached him they stopped and looked at him in silence for a long moment. Neither smiled.
Sabrina spoke first. Her voice had lost every trace of the earlier light tone.
You’re leaving."Yeah." Sabrina gave a small nod, almost to herself. "We’ll see you again."
They did not wait for an answer. Both turned and walked back into the crowd side by side. The difference in them was obvious to anyone paying attention.
Whatever game they had been playing when they first approached him had ended upstairs and had not returned. They moved through the party differently now quieter, more contained, eyes no longer searching for light entertainment.
Liam finished his drink and set the glass down on a nearby table.He did not stay much longer.
When he finally moved toward the exit, Dexter was standing near the edge of the courtyard with two of his men.
The older man’s expression gave nothing away. For a brief second the air between them felt sharp enough to cut.
Derek’s knowledge sat somewhere in the background like a loaded weapon waiting for the right moment. One word from him and the uneasy truce would end in blood.
But Dexter only looked at Liam once, then stepped aside.
"Go." Liam nodded and walked past him without another word.
The gates opened without question. He left the compound behind, the music and voices fading as he moved down the long driveway and out onto the dark street.
He walked farther than necessary before flagging a taxi, changed cars twice more out of habit, and only stopped when he reached a plain building on the far side of the city.
Inside the new room he locked the door, dropped his bag, and sat on the edge of the bed. For a long while he did nothing.
The night still sat in his body the weight of the twins, the way both of them had looked when they came back downstairs, the quiet shift in their eyes, the way they no longer tried to tease him.
Derek’s stare from the courtyard had not gone unnoticed either. Something about it had been different. Personal. Dangerous.
Eventually Liam opened the System. The window appeared cleanly in the dark room.
Mission complete.
Two new claims registered.
Access Level: 42%.
$250,000 sitting in the account.
Flesh Sculpting running cleaner and more efficiently than before.
New function waiting:
Multi Claim
Claim Protocol can now be applied to multiple women at the same time.
No limit.
He read it once and closed the interface.
Outside, Black Orchid Night would continue without him. Dexter still did not know what had happened to his sisters. Derek did.
The twins had stopped seeing him as the young outsider they could play with. And the System had already paid him in full for the work.
Liam lay back on the bed and stared at the dark ceiling until the city noise outside faded into something distant.
Tomorrow he would decide the next move. For tonight, the work was finished.