Nico fell back onto the bed with a loud thud, the chains rattling angrily against the frame.
His chest rose and fell with heavy breaths, jaw clenched so tight it could snap.
"Fuck!" he yelled, punching the thin mattress beneath him.
His fingers curled into fists, eyes burning with rage. Every nerve in his body screamed.
Not just because he was chained—but because they had Kyan. Because Lucas was walking free. Taking everything. Acting like he was the king.
Nico turned his head, staring at the cold ceiling, teeth grinding.
He was angry.
Angry at his father.
At Lucas.
At himself.
But more than anything… he was scared for Kyan.
And he hated that feeling.
The heavy door creaked open slowly.
Nico turned his head sharply, expecting a guard—
But stopped.
It was his mother.
She stepped in quietly, her heels barely making a sound against the floor.
