Chapter 90 Gigolo
Chapter 90 Gigolo
Chapter 90: Gigolo
Thomas wiped the sweat off his forehead with the back of his hand as he stared at the metal slab embedded into the ground. The farm was quiet. Even the birds seemed to have gone silent, as if they knew better than to announce his presence.
He crouched lower, brushing dirt and dry leaves away from the edges of the steel door. It was disguised well, almost perfectly. If he hadn’t stepped on the loose panel by accident, he would’ve walked past it a hundred times without noticing anything strange.
An underground.
His heart pounded harder.
“So this is where you’ve been hiding things,” he muttered.
At the center of the door was a small digital keypad, its screen dim but alive. He pressed the side button, and the display lit up.
ENTER CODE.
Thomas cracked his knuckles and inhaled slowly.
“Alright,” he said to himself. “Let’s think.”
He tried the first code that came to mind. Numbers he had memorized over the years. Birthdays. Dates that mattered. The keypad beeped sharply.
INCORRECT.
He tried another combination, jaw tight, fingers moving faster this time.
INCORRECT.
A red warning flashed on the screen.
3 ATTEMPTS REMAINING.
Thomas froze.
“Damn it,” he hissed, rising to his feet and pacing in a tight circle. He ran a hand through his hair, frustration boiling over.
Three tries. That was all he had left before the system locked permanently.
“Who the hell designed this?” he snapped, kicking a stone away from the door. “Paranoid bastard.”
He stopped pacing and stared down at the keypad again, breathing hard. His mind raced through possibilities. He crouched again, studying the edges of the door, the keypad, the faint scratches around it.
“This thing isn’t here for nothing,” he muttered. “And you didn’t protect it like this for fun.”
He leaned back on his heels and laughed humorlessly.
“You really think I’ll walk away now?”
The keypad’s screen glowed patiently, waiting.
Thomas clenched his fists, cussing under his breath as he paced again, boots crunching against gravel. He needed to think, not rush.
One wrong move and whatever was hidden beneath the farm would be sealed forever.
He stopped suddenly, staring out across the fields, jaw tight.
“Three more tries,” he whispered. “Just three.”
Lorrine walked through the dim passageway with a folder tucked under her arm, her heels clicking softly against the polished floor.
Her mind was elsewhere, on unfinished tasks, unanswered questions, things she didn’t quite trust.
She didn’t see him until it was too late.
A strong hand grabbed her wrist and pulled her sharply into the shadows.
She gasped, the sound dying in her throat as Scar Face pressed her back against the wall, his body blocking her completely. The corner was dark, hidden perfectly from the corridor’s cameras.
“Don’t scream,” he murmured.
Her eyes widened, then narrowed as recognition set in. “You’re insane,” she whispered sharply. “What if someone…”
He cut her off by kissing her.
It wasn’t gentle. It wasn’t careful. It was sudden and consuming, stealing the rest of her words before they could escape. Her body tensed for a split second, then softened against him despite herself.
“Why are you kissing me?” she breathed when he pulled back just enough to speak.
“You’re beautiful and sex starved,” he said quietly, his forehead resting against hers, “here I am. Use me…”
Her fingers curled into his shirt. “There are cameras everywhere.”
“Not here,” he replied. “I checked.”
She shook her head slightly, torn between panic and something else entirely. “You’re reckless.”
He smiled faintly. “You like that about me.”
She scoffed, then glanced down the passage. “My room,” she whispered, pointing subtly. “It’s close.”
He didn’t hesitate.
Scar Face bent and lifted her effortlessly into his arms. She let out a quiet gasp, instinctively wrapping an arm around his neck as he moved quickly down the corridor, his steps sure and silent.
“Someone’s going to see us,” she muttered.
“They won’t,” he said calmly. “Hold on.”
They reached her door in seconds. She fumbled for the handle, unlocking it just in time for him to push it open with his shoulder and step inside.
The door shut behind them with a soft click.
The room was dim, curtains drawn, the air still and warm. Scar Face set her down slowly, his hands lingering at her waist.
“You’re unbelievable,” she said, breathless. “I’ve been horny for months…”
“I know,” he replied. “I have been sex starved for a year now too…but when I met you, I lost it…”
She didn’t argue.
She pushed him lightly against the door and kissed him again, harder this time, like she was trying to quiet her own thoughts. His hands slid up her arms, steady and possessive, pulling her closer.
“We shouldn’t,” she whispered against his mouth.
“Then tell me to stop,” he said.
She didn’t.
Instead, she pulled him further into the room, fingers gripping his jacket as they stumbled toward the bed, kissing like nothing else existed beyond those four walls.
The door remained locked.
The passage outside stayed silent.
“I will fuck you so good that you’ll beg for more…” Scar Face said.