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SILAS

“ L et’s go, Dayton!” I yell, cupping my hands around my mouth. “Show them who owns this field!”

To my left, Sable is bouncing on the balls of her feet, her hands clasped together in front of her chest like she’s praying.

And she should–considering it’s a playoff game.

She’s wearing one of Dayton’s jerseys, the oversized fabric nearly swallowing her. Her face is flushed, her eyes locked on the field. There hasn’t been a single game this season where she hasn’t been on the sidelines screaming his name.

Being the team manager instead of the star player is a bittersweet reality for me. I stand on the sidelines, clipboard in hand, barking out plays and strategies, but deep down, it’s not the same. The adrenaline of being on the field, the rush of scoring, the raw, physical intensity of the game—I miss it. God, I miss it.

But this? This is where I belong now.

I tell myself that every day. I’m still part of the team, still contributing. The guys respect me, and they listen when I shout instructions, but I can’t shake the emptiness that lingers. Watching Dayton dominate the field, his every move calculated and flawless, fills me with pride, sure—but there’s a pang of longing too. That used to be me.

When the crowd cheers, it’s for him. When they chant his name, I’m reminded that my glory days are over. Yet, despite the ache, there’s something grounding about this new role. I’ve learned to see the game differently—strategically, analytically. I’m not just reacting anymore. I’m orchestrating. And while I’m not the one scoring the goals, I’m the one helping set them up.

“You think he’s gonna pull it off?” Kai asks, leaning in to wrap an arm around Sable.

“Of course he is,” she replies before shouting out, “Go get ’em, baby!”

Levi stands just behind them, arms crossed. He doesn’t cheer or shout, but I can see the tension in his jaw and the way his eyes track every movement Dayton makes on the field. He cares just as much as the rest of us—maybe more—but he shows it in his own way.

The players are locked in a brutal battle, sticks clashing, cleats tearing up the turf. Dayton is in the thick of it, his jersey clinging to his sweat-soaked body as he maneuvers through the chaos.

“Let’s go, Dayton! Don’t let them breathe!” Kai shouts.

Dayton cuts across the field, dodging two defenders with a quick feint. He launches a pass to one of his teammates, the ball flying with precision. Rogers catches it, and in one fluid motion, shoots. The ball hits the net, and the crowd erupts.

Sable lets out a whoop, grabbing my arm and shaking it. “Yes! Did you see that?” she beams.

I grin, my own excitement bubbling over. “That’s our boy!”

The opposing team regroups quickly, launching a desperate offensive. They charge toward our goal, their attackers weaving through our defense like a pack of wolves. The tension ratchets up, the air thick with anticipation.

“Come on, hold the line!” I shout, my hands clenched into fists.

Dayton intercepts a pass, his stick moving like a blur. He cradles the ball and sprints down the field, his strides long and powerful. The defenders scramble to catch up, but he’s too fast, too focused.

“Finish it, Dayton!” Sable screams.

Levi finally steps forward. “You’ve got this. End it already.”

Dayton fakes left, then cuts right, slipping past the last defender. He winds up, his muscles coiling with tension, and releases the shot.

The ball soars through the air, the stadium holding its collective breath.

It slams into the net just as the buzzer sounds.

Goal.

The crowd explodes, the noise so deafening it drowns out everything else. The players swarm Dayton, their sticks raised high in triumph. He’s grinning, his arms raised in victory as his teammates lift him, chanting his name.

“Dayton! Dayton! Dayton!”

Beside me, Sable jumps up and down, her laughter mixing with her cheers. She grabs Kai’s hand and squeezes it, her joy infectious. Even Levi allows a small, satisfied smile to slip through his usual stoic demeanor.

“We did it,” Kai says. “He fucking did it.”

I let out a breath, my hand slipping into my pocket to feel the smooth surface of the wooden box.

Inside, the ring waits. Tonight, everything changes.

Sable turns to me, her eyes shining with happiness. “Silas, this is amazing. He actually pulled it off.”

“Yeah, he did.”

Dayton jogs over to the sidelines. He pulls off his helmet, his hair plastered to his forehead, and grins at us. “Told you we had this.”

Sable throws her arms around his neck, and he lifts her off the ground, spinning her in a circle and planting a large kiss on her lips.

“You were incredible out there!”

He sets her down, his grin widening as he looks at me. “You doubted me?”

I smirk, clapping him on the shoulder. “Not for a second. But you sure as hell like to keep things dramatic.”

Dayton laughs, his eyes flicking to the rest of the group. “Let’s get back to the house. We’ve got a celebration waiting.”

DAYTON

After a much deserved shower in the locker room, we head back to the Manor.

The five of us go to the den. Kai sits on the couch and pulls Sable onto his lap. It’s been four months since his almost-murder. The scar on his abdomen is still angry and red, but for the most part, he’s back to normal.

“Man, that last pass? Absolute perfection.”

Sable melts into Kai as I sit on the other side of her. Levi picks the spot between the edge of the couch and Kai’s side, wrapping his arm around Kai. Silas takes the chair opposite of us, near the fireplace.

This is us. This is home.

I take a deep breath and nod toward Silas. He reaches into his pocket, pulls out the small wooden box, and hands it to me discreetly.

I clear my throat, and the room quiets almost instantly. All eyes turn to me. I feel Sable shift beside me, her brows drawing together in curiosity.

I pull out the box, holding it up for everyone to see. The glow of the fire catches on its carved surface, highlighting the intricate details. I pop it open, revealing the white gold ring inside. The crest of DSN glints in the firelight, simple yet powerful.

Sable’s eyes widen. “What’s this?”

I smile, but my throat feels tight. “This,” I say, my voice steady despite the pounding of my heart, “is something we’ve been waiting to give you.”

Her gaze flicks to the ring, and I can see the wheels turning in her head.

“It’s a mark of trust,” I continue. “Of respect. It’s a symbol that you’re one of us. No matter where life takes us, Sable, you’re our family.”

Her lips part, but no words come out. She looks at the ring, then back at me, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears.

Kai leans forward, his playful grin tempered by sincerity. “It’s not just a ring, Mahal. It’s us. It’s everything we’re building together.”

Levi leans forward. “It means you’re ours. Always. Even if you do cause a little trouble.”

“We love you, Little Devil.”

Sable’s breath hitches. “I don’t know what to say.”

“You don’t have to say anything,” I murmur, taking her hand in mine. “Just accept it.”

She nods, her fingers trembling slightly as I slide the ring onto her finger. It fits perfectly. Of course, it does. It was always meant to.

Sable stares at the ring for a moment, her lips curving into a small, tearful smile.

“Thank you.”

Levi steps closer, his voice soft but resolute. “No, Sable. Thank you for showing us the light.”

The silence stretches, heavy with meaning, before Kai claps his hands together. “All right,” he says, “now that we’ve had our emotional bonding moment, who’s ready to fuck?”

The room bursts into laughter. Levi shakes his head, muttering something under his breath, but there’s a faint smile tugging at his lips. Sable laughs, her head leaning against my shoulder, and for the first time in weeks, I feel like we can breathe.

“Last time I took all four of you at once, I couldn’t walk for a week.”

Levi snorts, crossing his arms. “That was literally last week.”

“Are you saying you don’t want us, Little Devil?”

Sable rolls her eyes, her smirk playful. “I always want you,” she says., “But let’s celebrate Day’s win first.”

We crack open a bottle of champagne, the sound of corks popping and glasses clinking filling the air. The warmth of the fire and the hum of our voices create a cocoon of comfort. Sable moves from the armrest to my lap, her legs curling beneath her as she leans into me. I press a kiss to her temple, my hand resting on her knee.

Silas leans back in his chair, watching us with a contented expression. Levi and Kai snuggle beside Sable and I.

This is our family.

And tonight, we’re whole again.

Sable shifts slightly on my lap, her hands fidgeting in her lap as she studies the ring on her finger.

Her gaze lifts , her hazel eyes meeting mine, and my heart lurches. She looks… radiant. Vulnerable. And I love it.

I reach up, tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear. My fingers linger on her cheek, my thumb brushing the faint tear track there. “You okay, babygirl?”

She nods, but her lips tremble. “I just… I didn’t expect this,” she whispers. Her voice is fragile, like glass on the verge of breaking. “I thought tonight was about the game. About celebrating you.”

“It is about us,” I say . “It’s always been about us.”

Her eyes glisten, and she bites her lip, trying to hold herself together. But she doesn’t have to. Not here. Not with us.

Levi looks at us, his jaw tight, his dark eyes flicking between me and her before settling on Sable. My brother is always the one who guards his emotions fiercely, but right now, they’re written all over his face.

“Sable,” he says, and I can hear the strain beneath it. He crouches in front of us, his hands resting lightly on her knees. His fingers twitch, and then he grips her , his thumbs brushing small circles against her skin. “You’ve seen me at my worst. You’ve held me together when I wanted to fall apart. And somehow, through all of that, you’ve made me better.”

Sable’s breath catches, and her eyes dart to him, wide and searching. Levi’s gaze softens, his lips curving into the faintest smile.

“I’ve never been good with words,” he says, his voice rough., “But you’ve taught me what it means to love. To trust. To hope.” His hand closes over hers, his calloused fingers brushing against her skin. “You’re the strongest person I know, Sable. And I want to spend the rest of my life showing you that you’ll never have to carry any of this alone.”

Kai moves next, sliding off the couch with his usual grace. But his playful demeanor is tempered by something deeper tonight. He kneels beside Levi, his hand reaching up to cradle Sable’s face, his thumb brushing her cheek with infinite tenderness.

“Mahal,” he murmurs, his voice a soft caress. “You are my light. My home. Every time I look at you, I see the future I always dreamed of.” He leans in, pressing a gentle kiss to her temple. “We’ve been through hell together, but I would go through it all again just to have you by my side.”

Tears spill freely down her cheeks now, her hands trembling as she reaches out, one hand resting on Levi’s shoulder, the other tangling in Kai’s hair.

Silas moves over, stepping beside Kai. His dark eyes meet Sable’s, and for a moment, the room feels like it’s holding its breath again.

“You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me,” he continues, “And I don’t want to spend another day pretending I could ever live without you.”

Sable’s shoulders shake as a sob escapes her, her head bowing as she tries to catch her breath. I tighten my hold on her, one hand rubbing soothing circles on her back.

“We are yours,” I say , lifting her chin so she has to look at me. “Forever.”

She looks at each of us in turn, her gaze full of love, fear, and something that looks like hope. “I don’t know what I did to deserve you,” she whispers, her voice breaking. “But I don’t want to do this without you. Any of you.”

Levi takes her hand, his lips pressing against her knuckles. “You’ll never have to, Trouble.”

“We’re in this together, Mahal.”

“Always, Little Devil.”

The fire crackles , the only sound in the room as we hold on to each other, grounding ourselves in this moment. There’s no more fear, no more doubt. Just us.

Sable exhales a shaky breath, a smile breaking through her tears. “Forever,” she whispers.

And in that moment, I know we’ve found our way home.

LEVI

After spending half the night taking turns making Sable come on our tongues, fingers, and cocks until she was utterly spent, we decide to finally go to bed. Sable and Dayton passed out quickly, with Silas following them soon after. The three of them cuddled up on one side of the bed, tangled up into one another.

I glance down at Kai, his head resting on my chest, his breath steady and warm against my skin. My arm drapes over his waist, fingers tracing lazy patterns along the curve of his spine. His skin is soft beneath my touch, a reminder of how close I came to losing him. Too fucking close.

He shifts slightly, his dark eyes flickering open, catching the dim light filtering through the curtains. His gaze meets mine, and for a moment, the world stops. There’s something about the way he looks at me—calm, steady, grounding—that quiets the storm raging in my head.

“You’re staring again,” he murmurs into my bare chest.

I grunt, my fingers tightening against his hip., “What else is new?”

He chuckles , his hand sliding up until his fingers trace the sharp line of my jaw. “You need to soften your face.” Hhe bites his lip. “You’ve got that look like you want to burn the whole world down again.”

He’s not wrong. The past few months have turned me into a powder keg, and every little thing feels like a spark waiting to set me off.

“Maybe I should,” I mutter. “The Syndicate, Jeremy, all of it—it’s a shitshow, and we’re still playing by their rules.”

Kai’s eyes soften, and he shifts to prop himself up on one elbow, his free hand brushing a strand of hair from my face. “We’re alive, Levi,” he says quietly. “We’ve made it this far, and we’ll keep making it. Together.”

His words should comfort me, but instead, they piss me off. Not at him—never at him—but at the world that keeps throwing us into the fire. I let out a bitter laugh, my jaw clenching as I stare at the ceiling.

“Alive,” I repeat, the word tasting like ash. “Barely. And for what? So we can be their fucking pawns?”

Kai doesn’t flinch, doesn’t pull away from the venom in my voice. Instead, he leans in, pressing a kiss to my jaw, his lips soft against the hard edge of my tension. “You can’t control everything, Levi,” he says, his voice a gentle contrast to my anger. “No matter how much you want to.”

I want to argue.

Want to tell him I can.

But I don’t.

Because he’s right.

Because he knows me.

Because if there’s one thing Kai has always known how to do, it’s pull me back from the edge.

I exhale sharply, my fingers threading into the dark strands of his hair, tugging him down until our foreheads rest together.

He smiles against my skin, and I swear to God, it’s the closest thing to peace I’ve ever known.

Minutes pass, maybe more—I don’t bother keeping track. Then Kai shifts slightly, reaching over to the nightstand. The drawer opens with a faint creak, and he pulls out a sleek black business card.

He hands it to me without a word, his gaze heavy and serious. I take it, my brow furrowing as I examine it under the soft glow of the bedside lamp. The Syndicate’s symbol stares back at me.

I flip it over, and my blood runs cold.

You’ve proven yourselves worthy of surviving the fire. Now, let’s see if you can thrive in the ashes.

The words feel like a taunt, a promise that the game isn’t over. Far from it.

“Where did you find this?”

“A month ago,” Kai says quietly, “Someone left it on the front porch. No note, no explanation.”

I sit up slightly, the card still in my hand. “Are you sure it wasn’t meant for Omega Chi Kappa? Their house burned down, and we know the Syndicate orchestrated that.”

Kai shakes his head. “Could be. I think that was Psi Theta, after what they pulled with Mara. But that message? It’s for us.”

I stare at the card, my jaw tightening. “What does this mean?” I know the answer, but I need to hear it out loud.

Kai leans in closer. “It means we watch. We wait. And when the time comes...” His eyes meet mine. “We take them down.”

Because if the Syndicate thinks they can keep us under their thumb, they’re wrong.

We are done playing their fucking games.

KAI

Victor paces the ring, shoulders tense, fists already raised like he thinks that’s going to fucking help him. Like Silas hasn’t already beaten him in his head a hundred different ways. Like tonight isn’t just a rematch. It’s an execution.

Silas stands across from him, completely still. Loose. Unbothered.

I swear, sometimes he doesn’t even look human when he fights. He’s a force, something brutal and inevitable. No hesitation. No doubt. Just war, wrapped in the body of a man.

And tonight?

Tonight, War is pissed.

“Make him work for it,” Sable calls from beside me, her eyes locked on Silas like she’s already picking apart Victor’s weaknesses. “Let him think he’s still in this.”

Levi crosses his arms, standing on her other side, his jaw clenched. “Then put him down hard.”

Silas doesn’t acknowledge us. He doesn’t have to. He hears us. He’s already two steps ahead.

Victor lunges first.

Mistake.

Silas dodges like it’s nothing, slipping past him so fast Victor stumbles, thrown off by his own fucking momentum. Silas doesn’t even hit him yet—just lets him recover, lets him realize he’s outmatched before the first punch even lands.

“Fucking play with him,” I mutter, smirking. “Make him beg for it.”

Silas hears that too.

Because the second Victor resets, Silas lets him get close. Lets him think he has an opening. Lets him swing.

And then he punishes him for it.

The sound of Silas’ first punch landing is a fucking crack, brutal and clean, Victor’s head snapping to the side. Blood sprays from his nose before he even processes the hit.

The crowd roars.

Sable exhales beside me, slow and controlled, eyes gleaming. “Again.”

Silas obliges.

He moves fast—too fast for Victor to react. Two more punches land in rapid succession, a jab to the ribs and an uppercut that nearly lifts Victor off his feet.

Victor reels back, his arms up in a pathetic defense. But he’s already slipping, already slower, already realizing this is a different fight than the last one.

That he’s fucked.

That the only thing left is how much worse Silas is going to make it.

“Five minutes,” Levi mutters, eyes dark. “That’s how long I give him.”

I huff. “Nah. Three.”

We both watch as Victor makes the mistake of throwing another punch. It doesn’t land—it doesn’t come close to landing. Silas doesn’t even bother dodging, he just steps into it, catches Victor’s wrist mid-air, and twists.

Victor screams.

The sound is drowned out by the crowd. But I hear it.

Sable smiles.

I smirk. “Yeah. Three.”

Silas doesn’t let go. He wrenches Victor’s arm further, making him drop to his knees before driving his knee straight into his ribs.

Victor gags.

The ref doesn’t call it. This isn’t that kind of fight.

Silas finally releases him—only to crack his knuckles and stare. Just watching Victor gasp for breath, barely holding himself up, swaying like he can barely remember how his legs work.

“Stay down, you idiot,” I mutter under my breath.

But Victor doesn’t.

Because he’s too fucking stubborn, too proud, too stupid to recognize the mercy in the moment.

He pushes himself up.

Silas sighs.

Then he ends it.

One last hit—a right hook so sharp, so fucking devastating that Victor doesn’t even make a sound when he hits the mat. His body just collapses.

Motionless.

The crowd goes insane.

Sable barely moves, still watching, like she’s waiting to see if Victor is dumb enough to get up again.

I already know the answer.

Silas breathes out, rolling his shoulders before looking up. He doesn’t search the crowd. He doesn’t soak in the win.

He just finds us.

His eyes land on Sable first. Then Levi. Then me.

And he smirks.

The ref rushes in to confirm what everyone already knows, lifting Silas’ arm in victory. But no one in this room needed the announcement.

Silas turns to the crowd, rolling his neck like he’s just getting started. His voice cuts through the noise, steady and sharp.

“I’m the president of DSN,” he says, his smirk deepening as his eyes scan the room. “And if anyone wants to question that”—he gestures down to Victor’s crumpled body—“step into the ring.”

Silas wasn’t here to win. He was here to prove something.

And now?

Now, no one would ever fucking question it again.

“So… what’d I miss?”

I turn to find Dayton, standing there like he just strolled in off the street, a bucket of popcorn in one hand and not a single damn ounce of urgency in his body. He glances at the ring, where Victor is still a corpse on the mat, and raises a brow. “Huh. Guess I missed the good part.”

Levi snorts beside me, shaking his head. “Yeah, you could say that.”

Dayton pops a piece of popcorn into his mouth, chewing thoughtfully. “Silas do his whole ‘I’m War, bitch’ routine?”

Levi and I exchange a look before I smirk. “More or less.”

Dayton nods like that tracks, stuffing another handful of popcorn into his mouth.

Sable exhales next to me, finally stepping back from the edge of the ring and rolling her shoulders like she’s been in the fight, too. “You know,” she muses, stealing a piece of popcorn from Dayton’s bucket, “you could’ve been here to watch.”

Dayton shrugs. “Eh, I figured he’d win. Didn’t need to waste my energy on the obvious.”

Levi scoffs, elbowing him. “You are so fucking lazy.”

“Efficient,” Dayton corrects, winking. “Big difference.”

I chuckle, shaking my head, and let my gaze flick between them. Funny how this—the banter, the ease, the closeness—would’ve felt impossible months ago.

Now?

Now it’s just us.

Dayton catches me looking and raises a brow. “What?”

I lean a little closer, smirking. “Just thinking about how much fun we’ve been having lately.”

Levi makes a noise low in his throat, giving me a knowing look.

Dayton, to his credit, doesn’t even flinch. He just tosses another piece of popcorn into his mouth and shrugs. “You mean the part where I let your girl teach me how to suck your dick?”

Sable hums, licking the salt off her fingers, her expression entirely too pleased. “You were a quick learner.”

Levi laughs, clapping Dayton on the shoulder. “I told you it wasn’t that complicated.”

Dayton rolls his eyes, but there’s a smirk playing at his lips. “You two were so damn smug about it. Thought I was doing fine until someone started giving tips like a fucking coach.”

Sable grins. “I was coaching. And you liked it.”

Dayton doesn’t deny it.

I let my eyes flick over to Silas, who’s watching all of this with quiet amusement, his expression unreadable but interested.

He hasn’t crossed that line with us yet. But I see the way his fingers twitch at his sides. The way his gaze lingers a little too long on Levi’s mouth. The way he doesn’t flinch when Dayton gets too close.

He’s curious.

But he doesn’t want to rush into anything.

I get that.

So I don’t push.

Instead, I meet his gaze. “You got something to say, Si?”

His lips twitch like he wants to smirk, but holds it back. “Not much to say. Not yet.”

Levi tilts his head, eyes dark with something playful. “So you’re just gonna sit on the sidelines?”

Silas’ gaze flicks over Levi. Then me. Then Sable. Like he’s looking through us. Into us. Like he already knows where this is heading but isn’t quite ready to say it aloud.

Finally, he shrugs. “I don’t do sidelines.”

A pause.

Levi smirks. “Good.”

Sable’s lips curl in satisfaction, like she’s already made up her mind about where this is going.

I lean in slightly, lowering my voice just enough that only Silas hears.

“When you’re ready…” My fingers brush against his wrist. “We’ll be waiting.”

Silas doesn’t pull away—doesn’t look away. Instead, he lets the tension sit between us, lets it stretch until it’s thick enough to choke on.

Then, finally, he smirks.

And fuck, when Silas decides something, there’s no turning back.

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