The Lamborghini Aventador roared as it tore down the highway, its engine growling low under the night sky. The city lights had long faded behind them.
Lila sat quietly in the passenger seat, her eyes lingering on Fin. She studied him in silence — the sharp lines of his black coat, the cold precision in the way he dressed now, and the quiet tension radiating from him. Something had clearly happened. Something involving Mike. She was certain of it.
But she didn't disturb him. She simply watched.
Fin let out a slow breath, his fingers tightening on the steering wheel.
"How long are you going to keep staring at me, Lila?"
Lila didn't look away. Her voice carried a hint of dry amusement.
"Oh, so you can talk. I thought you were mourning or something."
Fin's fingers briefly pinched the bridge of his nose.
"Leave it about me," he said quietly. "What about you? You haven't even been leaving your place."
Lila blinked, surprised.
"…Were you having me watched?"
Fin glanced at her once before returning his eyes to the road. His tone was calm but firm.
"Of course I was. Why would I leave you alone when Mike probably knows you helped me?"
Lila leaned back in her seat with a small, bitter smile.
"Don't worry. He won't do anything to me. I'm just a plaything to him."
Fin's expression didn't change, but his voice dropped — lower, colder, and unmistakably possessive.
"You're not his plaything, Lila." He paused, then continued, each word deliberate. "You don't belong to him. You don't belong to anyone anymore."
He glanced at her again, his eyes dark and steady.
"You're mine now. Body and soul. Don't ever forget that."
Lila turned her head to look at him properly. For a moment, she didn't speak. Then a soft, surprised breath escaped her.
"Oh… Fin Harrington." A small, knowing smile curved her lips. "You really have changed, haven't you?" She tilted her head slightly. "But just so you know… I don't mind being yours."
Fin shook his head once, a faint, tired breath leaving him.
"Idiot."
He pressed down on the accelerator, the car surging forward.
Lila looked out at the darkening outskirts of the city, her voice softening.
"Anyway… where are we going, Fin?"
Fin's expression hardened. Without a word, he reached down and pulled the thick folder from the side of his seat — the same one Dominus had given him the day Clara was taken. He handed it to her.
Lila took the folder and slowly opened it. After a few seconds, her brows drew together.
"…This is— Wow. I never knew Mike had a family. I thought the bastard was alone."
Fin didn't reply. His mind was already far ahead, turning over the plan he had been forming.
Lila closed the folder slightly and looked at him.
"But why did that man hand you Mike's family details? I don't understand."
Fin kept his eyes on the road.
"He said I could find the truth about my father's death from them."
Lila studied his profile.
"So… are we going to find the truth?"
Fin shook his head.
"We won't. I don't know why someone Mike calls 'Master' would give us his weakness so easily, but we're not going to play into his hands."
Lila frowned.
"But you… You don't want to know the truth about your father's death?"
Fin was quiet for a few seconds. When he finally spoke, his voice was low and steady.
"I was thinking wrong all along, Lila. If my mother really didn't want me to find the truth, then there must be a reason for it. I was just an idiot who played into that man's hands… and lost Clara because of it. I won't make the same mistake again."
Lila watched him quietly.
"Then what are we going to do?"
Fin's grip on the steering wheel tightened slightly.
"We're going to do the same thing he did to me." His voice was calm, almost detached. "I'm going to rob him of his family… just like he tried to rob me of mine."
Lila let out a slow breath, leaning back against the seat.
"Uff… Well, what can I say? It's only fair, I guess."
A short while later, the Lamborghini slowed down and pulled into the parking lot of Londy's Diner. Fin parked near the entrance and killed the engine. For a moment, neither of them moved.
He finally turned to Lila.
"We'll eat here," he said simply. "I need to think."
Lila gave a small nod. She picked up the folder before stepping out of the car. They walked inside together.
The diner had a warm, vintage atmosphere — soft yellow lighting, polished wooden booths, and old posters on the walls. A young waitress greeted them with a polite smile and led them to a quiet booth at the back.
After the waitress took their orders and left, Lila opened the folder on the table and began reading under the dim light. After a few seconds, she spoke.
"Jessica Hall. Forty-eight years old. A licensed therapist. She married Ron Hall after Victor Callahan's death."
Lila turned the page, her brows slightly furrowed.
"Ron Hall is the CEO of Hall Logistics, a mid-sized transportation and supply chain company. He's quite wealthy — easily a millionaire. According to this, Ron didn't know about Jessica's first marriage. It looks like she changed her identity completely after Victor's death."
She paused, then added,
"Hope Hall is Ron's daughter from his previous marriage. She's twenty-four years old… which makes her Jessica's stepdaughter."
Lila flipped to the final page and read Dominus's note out loud, her voice quieter:
"Mike doesn't know his mother is alive… or that he has a half-sister. Only I know. This was my gift to you, Fin. Be clever… and find the truth about your father."
Lila slowly lowered the folder and looked at Fin.
Fin leaned back against the seat, staring out through the large glass window beside them. His jaw was tight, his expression unreadable. For a long moment, he didn't speak.
Lila watched him carefully.
Finally, Fin exhaled through his nose and spoke, his voice low and cold.
"…Dominus."
He turned his head slightly toward her.
"He's not helping me," Fin said quietly. "He's setting the board."
Lila stayed silent, letting him think.
Fin's fingers tapped once against the table.
"We're not going after Mike's mother and sister to find answers about my father," he continued. "We're going after them because that's what Mike tried to do to me."
Lila reached across the table and gently held his hand. Her voice was careful, though there was a faint trace of excitement beneath it.
"Are you sure about this?" she asked. "If we're going to do this… you'll have to do things that clearly won't be comfortable."
Fin looked at her hand resting over his. His expression didn't soften, but his voice remained steady.
"I already crossed that line the night I took Marianne," he said quietly. "There's no going back now."
He lifted his gaze and met her eyes.
"And I'm not planning to stop."
Just then, the waitress returned with their orders. She placed Lila's cola down first, then leaned forward as she set Fin's coffee and donut on the table. Her movements were slow and deliberate — she arched her back slightly, making sure her cleavage was on full display as she arranged the items in front of him.
Fin didn't spare her a single glance. His eyes remained fixed on the dark glass window beside them, distant and cold.
Lila watched the entire exchange with quiet amusement, one eyebrow raised. After the waitress walked away, she took a slow sip of her cola and casually scanned the diner.
Several men were openly staring at her, while a few women kept stealing glances at Fin. She could feel the weight of their eyes on both of them.
He's too handsome to blend in, she thought. And that car outside didn't exactly help.
She turned her attention back to Fin. On the surface, he looked composed, but she could feel the quiet rage simmering beneath his calm exterior. It excited her.
Her eyes drifted toward the young hostess standing near the counter. The girl was also glancing at Fin every few seconds, clearly interested.
Lila's lips curved into a small, knowing smile.
Without a word, she slowly lowered her hand beneath the table. Her fingers brushed lightly against Fin's thigh before sliding upward, coming to rest firmly over the front of his trousers. She didn't squeeze — not yet. She simply let her palm rest there, warm and deliberate.
Fin's body tensed immediately. He turned his head and looked at her, his eyes narrowing slightly.
Lila met his gaze without shame. She leaned in closer, her lips brushing against his ear as she spoke in a low, velvet-smooth voice.
"Did you ever experience a blowjob in a public place, handsome?"
Her hand moved slowly, tracing the outline of him through the fabric with deliberate, unhurried strokes. She could feel him responding despite the tension in his body.
Fin's jaw tightened. He didn't pull her hand away. He simply stared at her, his breathing slightly heavier than before.
Lila smiled against his ear, clearly pleased by his reaction. She gave him a slow, firm squeeze before pulling back just enough to take another sip of her cola. Her eyes never left his.
She placed the glass down and leaned in again, her voice barely above a whisper.
"I could get under this table right now," she murmured, her fingers continuing their slow, teasing movements. "No one would notice… if you stay quiet."
Before Fin could stop her, Lila slid down from her seat. The tight black corset dress rode up her thighs as she moved, the sheer stockings whispering against the leather seat. In one smooth motion, she disappeared beneath the table.
Fin's spine straightened instantly. His grip on the coffee cup tightened until his knuckles turned white.
This woman is insane… What if someone sees us?
The low hum of the diner surrounded them — the soft clink of cutlery, the low murmur of other customers, and the warm scent of coffee and toasted bread in the air. The lighting was dim, but not dim enough to hide what was happening if someone looked too closely.
Beneath the table, Lila's hands pushed Fin's thighs apart. The sound of his zipper being pulled down was quiet, but to Fin it felt deafening. His cock was already hard, straining against the fabric. Lila wrapped her fingers around the thick base and slowly stroked him once, her breath warm against the sensitive skin.
She leaned in and inhaled deeply, a soft, involuntary sound escaping her.
"Mmmh…" she breathed, almost to herself. I'm going to get addicted to this smell.
She pulled the skin back gently and parted her lips, taking him into her mouth. The sudden wet heat made Fin's stomach clench — but what truly broke his composure was the cold. Lila had deliberately kept the cold cola in her mouth. The contrast of her icy tongue against his hot flesh sent a violent shiver up his spine.
Fin's jaw locked tight. He forced himself to keep staring out the window, trying to maintain a neutral expression while her head moved between his legs.
Lila worked him slowly at first, her tongue sliding deliberately along the underside — slurp… slurp… — before she began to move with more rhythm. The wet, obscene sounds of her mouth were soft but constant beneath the table.
Schlick… Schlick… Schlick…
She took him deeper, her throat tightening around him as she swallowed. Fin's free hand dropped beneath the table and gripped her hair, fingers tightening in the dark strands — not to push her away, but to hold on.
Lila moaned softly around his cock, the vibration traveling straight through him.
"Mmmph…"
She pulled off for a second, her lips glistening as she whispered against the swollen head, her voice slightly breathless.
"Relax…" she murmured. "No one's paying attention."
She took him back into her mouth, sucking harder this time. The wet sounds grew slightly louder — slurp… pop… slurp… — as she worked him with steady, hungry strokes. One hand stroked the base in rhythm with her mouth while the other rested on his thigh, her fingers digging in slightly.
Fin's breathing had grown heavier. He could feel the heat building dangerously fast. His cock throbbed against her tongue every time she took him to the back of her throat.
Lila seemed to sense how close he was getting. She slowed down deliberately, switching to long, slow, teasing licks — dragging her tongue from the base all the way to the tip before sucking the head back into her warm mouth.
Just then, the waitress appeared again, walking toward their table with a polite smile.
Fin's entire body went rigid.
"Everything alright here?" the waitress asked, glancing at the untouched coffee and donut. Her eyes moved to the empty seat across from him. "Did your companion step out for a moment?"
Fin's fingers tightened in Lila's hair beneath the table in silent warning.
But Lila didn't stop.
If anything, she took him deeper, her tongue moving in slow, deliberate circles around the head while her hand stroked him faster.
"She… went to the restroom," Fin said, his voice steady but slightly lower than usual. "She'll be back soon."
The waitress nodded, though her gaze lingered on him for a second longer than necessary.
"Would you like me to bring anything else while you wait?" she asked.
Fin shook his head once. "No, thank you."
As the waitress turned to leave, Lila chose that exact moment to suck harder, hollowing her cheeks as she took him all the way to the back of her throat. A sharp, involuntary breath escaped through Fin's nose. He gripped the edge of the table with his free hand, his knuckles turning white.
The waitress paused and glanced back.
"Are you sure you're okay, sir? You look a little flushed."
Fin forced a tight smile.
"I'm fine," he replied. "Just… warm in here."
She studied him for another moment before finally walking away.
The moment she was gone, Fin exhaled slowly through his teeth. His hand slid down to grip Lila's hair more firmly.
"You're insane," he muttered under his breath, voice rough.
Lila responded by moaning around his cock, the vibration sending another sharp wave of pleasure through him. She pulled back just enough to speak, her lips brushing against the sensitive head.
"You're shaking," she whispered teasingly. "I've never felt you this hard before."
Fin didn't answer.
Because she was right.
The risk, the wet heat of her mouth, the cold cola still lingering on her tongue, and the way she was doing this so casually in a public place — it was pushing him toward a kind of excitement he had never felt before.
Lila took him back into her mouth, sucking him with more intensity now. The wet sounds grew slightly louder beneath the table — slurp… pop… slurp… — as she worked him with purpose.
Fin's head tilted back against the booth. His breathing was heavy, his control slipping fast.
And the worst part was — he didn't want her to stop.
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