Chapter 2
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The morning sunlight streamed through the tall windows, casting a golden hue over the grand dining hall. For the first time in three months, the atmosphere at the table wasn’t suffocatingly heavy.
Noah sat at the head of the table, idly twirling his spoon in his coffee. His usually sharp gaze was softer, and when he let out a small chuckle at something Finch said, both Finch and Sylvain exchanged surprised looks.
Sylvain Salvatore - Moreau (Mc's uncle)
*Raising an eyebrow, teasingly* Did I just hear laughter?
Finch Moreau (Mc father figure )
*Smirking* I was about to ask the same.
Noah rolled his eyes but couldn’t suppress the small smile tugging at his lips.
Noah Salvatore (age 16) Mc
*Lightly* Don’t act so shocked. I do laugh.
Sylvain Salvatore - Moreau (Mc's uncle)
*Mock-serious* Oh, really? Because for the past three months, I thought my baby had forgotten how.
Noah sighed, shaking his head.
Noah Salvatore (age 16) Mc
*Softly* I know I wasn’t myself, but… I’m trying.
Finch and Sylvain shared a knowing look. Seeing Noah like this—no longer consumed by grief, slowly finding pieces of himself again—was more than they could have asked for.
Just then, Carter, Noah’s personal assistant, stepped into the room and bowed slightly.
Carter (mafia advisor)
*Politely* Young Master, the car is ready.
Finch set down his fork, eyeing Noah suspiciously.
Finch Moreau (Mc father figure )
*Narrowing his eyes* And where exactly are you going?
Noah picked up his coffee, taking a slow sip before answering.
Noah Salvatore (age 16) Mc
*Casually* Underground fighting club.
A heavy silence fell over the table.
Then—
Finch Moreau (Mc father figure )
*Flatly* No.
Noah Salvatore (age 16) Mc
*Blinking innocently* What do you mean ‘no’?
Finch Moreau (Mc father figure )
*Firmly* I mean no. You’re not going. That place is dangerous.
Noah Salvatore (age 16) Mc
*Pouting slightly* But I already planned it.
Finch Moreau (Mc father figure )
*Shooting Sylvain a look* Do something.
Sylvain leaned back, watching Noah with amusement.
Sylvain Salvatore - Moreau (Mc's uncle)
*Lightly* Finch is right. I don’t like the idea of you going there either.
Noah sighed dramatically before looking up at them with wide, pleading eyes.
Noah Salvatore (age 16) Mc
*Sweetly* Please?
Finch clenched his jaw, resisting.
Noah Salvatore (age 16) Mc
*Softly, promising* I’ll return early.
Sylvain pinched the bridge of his nose.
Sylvain Salvatore - Moreau (Mc's uncle)
*Grumbling* That’s not the point, baby.
Noah Salvatore (age 16) Mc
*Tilting his head* Then what is?
Finch Moreau (Mc father figure )
*Sighing in defeat* Your safety is our priority.
Noah smiled, sensing their resolve wavering.
Noah Salvatore (age 16) Mc
*Reassuringly* I’ll take bodyguards. Lots of them.
Sylvain huffed, shaking his head.
Sylvain Salvatore - Moreau (Mc's uncle)
*Reluctantly* Fine. But if you’re even a minute late—
Finch Moreau (Mc father figure )
*Shooting a glare* We’re dragging you back ourselves.
Noah Salvatore (age 16) Mc
*Playfully* Duly noted.
Underground Fight Club
The dimly lit underground club buzzed with energy. The scent of sweat, blood, and alcohol mixed in the air as men roared in excitement over an ongoing match.
Guard
*Sternly* No outsiders allowed.
Noah Salvatore (age 16) Mc
*Flatly* Do you know who I am?
The guards exchanged glances, unimpressed.
Guard
*Unmoved* Doesn’t matter. Rules are rules.
Noah exhaled slowly, irritation seeping into his expression.
Noah Salvatore (age 16) Mc
*Deadpan* I don’t have time for this.
Pulling out his phone, he dialed a number. The call was answered within seconds.
Noah Salvatore (age 16) Mc
*Calmly* Your security just stopped me at the door.
There was silence on the other end before a sharp intake of breath.
Mark ( fight club owner )
*Panicked* W-What?!
Before Noah could respond, the heavy doors to the club burst open. A middle-aged man in an expensive suit rushed out, beads of sweat already forming on his forehead.
Mark ( fight club owner )
*Barking at the guards* You idiots! Step aside! Now!
The guards stiffened before hastily moving out of the way.
The owner turned to Noah, bowing slightly.
Mark ( fight club owner )
*Apologetically* Forgive me, Young Master. They’re new.
Noah Salvatore (age 16) Mc
*Dryly* I noticed.
The owner turned to the guards, his face dark with anger.
Mark ( fight club owner )
*Coldly* Do you have any idea who you just insulted?
The guards gulped, suddenly nervous.
Guard
*Stammering* W-We didn’t know—
Mark ( fight club owner )
*Harshly* That’s because you’re stupid.
Turning back to Noah, he gave another apologetic bow.
Mark ( fight club owner )
*Respectfully* Please, allow me to personally show you the way.
Noah sighed but didn’t push further.
Noah Salvatore (age 16) Mc
*Casually* Lead the way.
As he walked past, the security guards hastily bowed in apology.
Noah didn’t spare them a glance. He had more important things to do.
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