Leave Me Alone, Big Brothers! [BL]-Chapter 129: Where is He?

Louis was too scared to see what was happening, so he unconsciously pulled Nathan home immediately. If Alexander found out...

Ah, he had just remembered that Alexander didn’t want to be disturbed. Louis felt a little calmer.

Nathan tried to explain the misunderstanding in the car during the trip. "Louis, I just showed him my wound. He helped me put ointment on it," he said.

Louis stared at the rearview mirror. "Whatever it is, Nathan, you’re too young to do that."

"You don’t believe me?"

"Trust me, you don’t want to have problems with your asshole. If you’re not careful, you’ll end up wearing diapers."

Nathan pouted. He tried to explain, but ended up getting a lecture from Louis. Still, he was curious. He knew Louis wouldn’t believe him.

"Is it that bad?"

Louis sighed. "You just need to be careful. Always use a condom."

Nathan felt his face flush. He couldn’t imagine what he would do with a condom. It wasn’t that he had never watched porn; it was just that he had never imagined himself in that situation.

Until now, he had been too busy working and, exhausted, going straight to sleep. And thanks to the room in the orphanage, where he had no privacy, it was impossible to think about anything naughty.

And he felt he didn’t need it. But now, it seemed he wanted to know more.

Louis seemed to be able to read Nathan’s mind. "Be careful what you open on your phone, Leo. Boss Alexander might know."

Nathan’s mouth fell open. "What? You can’t do that! It’s a violation of privacy!"

Louis sighed. "I’m just warning you. I don’t want you to get into trouble. I’ve learned my lesson. I don’t want you to get into trouble again."

Nathan still couldn’t believe it. He stared at his phone. He immediately became anxious about what he had opened on it. How could they see it? What should he do to prevent them from accessing his phone?

Nathan fiddled with his phone, but he didn’t find anything strange. Still, if Louis was right, he didn’t want to take any chances.

Louis glanced at the rearview mirror. "Seriously, Nathan, please don’t do that thing yet. You’re not even twenty. Be careful, please."

Nathan clicked his tongue. "I already told you, I didn’t do anything!"

"Not naked in front of anyone either. It’s important."

"Why do I need to be naked in front of anyone?! You make me look like a whore."

Louis was still not satisfied. "Promise me. I can’t always watch you."

"Seriously, Louis! I don’t do anything!" Nathan was getting frustrated.

Louis drove with a sense of unease. Even though Nathan said he didn’t do it, he knew that kids Nathan’s age were at a stage where they explored dangerous and forbidden things. He grew more anxious. Especially remembering what happened to Nael, he was too afraid to take his eyes off Nathan now.

When they were almost in front of the mansion, Louis reminded Nathan again that his parents were coming.

Nathan was curious and nervous, but also excited, he just wanted to know.

He expected a cold welcome like Antonio’s, but when he entered the living room, he heard Nael’s happy chatter.

The closer he got, the faster his heart beat. He walked behind Louis. When they arrived in the living room, Louis announced his arrival.

Nathan focused on the unfamiliar figure there. A tall man with white hair and a slim body, blue eyes, who was currently standing and smiling brightly next to Nael.

He didn’t look as strong as Antonio or Alexander, and his clothes were ordinary, a white shirt and brown pants. He looked normal, except that his movements were so elegant, as if he had come from a royal era. Calm and gentle. Too gentle for a man, especially in Salazar.

Even so, he looked very handsome and too young to be called the father of seven sons.

The man stood up straight when he saw Nathan coming.

Nathan looked at the other figure. A woman with long ash-gray hair, who immediately smiled brightly at him. He was too surprised to react.

Nathan stood still when Natasha, the beautiful woman, hugged him. There was something about her body that made him silent, calm, unresponsive. He just blinked repeatedly.

Nathan smelled eucalyptus mixed with something soft. The scent of her body was soothing.

"Hi, darling. You look so handsome," Natasha said excitedly, kissing Nathan’s face. Then she pulled Nathan’s hand and led him to sit on the sofa.

Natasha talked to him as if they were mother and child who saw each other every day. She showed him an object in her hand and told him how she had bought it at the market for a cheap price.

Nathan was too confused. His head couldn’t process all of this.

"Look, your father insisted on giving you a mug. He painted it himself. It’s you when you were a baby," said Natasha, showing him a white mug with a picture of a baby wrapped in a blue blanket.

Nathan stared at the mug, then looked around him. Everyone seemed to be focused on him. Everyone, except Alexander, was there, staring at him anxiously.

They must have been waiting for him to scream loudly and make a scene. But Nathan felt his chest was too calm at the moment. Very calm. He even let Natasha hold his hand, feeling her pale white hand warmly grasp his wrist.

So this was his mother?

He looked up at Natasha, who was still talking to him with a calm and friendly face. It was just that every time Nathan looked into the woman’s eyes, it felt as if something was pulling at his soul.

Nathan frowned when Natasha kissed his forehead again. Her lips were warm; he could feel her breath so close.

Nathan fell silent when Natasha knelt beside him, smiling. "You haven’t changed. Still sweet and handsome."

Nathan blinked. "You’ve never seen me. How do you know I haven’t changed?"

Natasha held his hand tightly. "I always see you. Every year. But I can’t reach you. I can only pray for you, pray for your safety."

Natasha had made sure the orphanage owner didn’t let Nathan be adopted. And she had paid a lot for that.

Hearing Natasha’s words, everyone was shocked and afraid. They weren’t supposed to see the boy before he turned seventeen.

But Natasha didn’t say anything. She knew what she was doing.

Nathan was silent when Natasha kissed the back of his hand. He felt his body suddenly warm up. A strange vibration ran down his back.

Natasha looked at Nathan seriously at that moment. "I’m sorry to make you sacrifice together with us. Nothing can pay for your hard life. But I promise you, you will have protection from now on. Please stay alive. Be kind always."

Nathan stared intently at Natasha. He was too confused to react, but it felt strange that he didn’t feel any anger.

Natasha continued, "Remember, Nathan, even if you don’t see me, in the past or in the future, I will always be by your side."

The woman pointed to the man who was still standing. "He is your father. He may seem awkward, but he is the gentlest and kindest man you could ever find."

Nathan looked at Dante, turned away, then looked back at Natasha. Then he sighed. "I will not stay long here. You don’t need to say anything to me."

Natasha looked at him, but contrary to Nathan’s expectations, she smiled warmly. "Nobody likes to stay here. Whatever your decision, I will always support you. You will always have my protection."

Dante approached cautiously, looking hesitant, but finally stroked Nathan’s head. His movements were awkward, like stroking a stray kitten that might run away in fear at any moment.

But seeing Nathan so calm, he let out a quiet sigh of relief.

Natasha showed Nathan another gift. "I know you won’t like a gift from parents you’ve never seen. But these are our crafts. We made them ourselves."

Nathan looked at the mug, then at a book with a painting on the cover, a painting of his father.

He stared at the painting. It was just an ordinary portrait: nine people in it, whom he was sure represented all of them. Everyone was smiling, with a white background. That was all.

But the painting made something in Nathan’s chest tremble.

Nathan couldn’t believe he had spent so much time there listening to Natasha talk. She was very pleasant. Too pleasant to hate.

Natasha made sure everyone got her attention and invited anyone to talk when there was silence. Time passed without him noticing.

***

Natasha met Antonio that morning. She talked to Alexander, but he was too hurt to understand her feelings. And she had to resolve this before Alexander completely lost himself.

The morning sun filtered through the heavy velvet curtains of Antonio’s study, casting long, sharp shadows across the desk. Antonio was sipping his espresso, the bitterness matching his mood, when the door swung open.

Only one person in the world had that kind of audacity, and gave him goosebumps.

Natasha walked in, her heels clicking confidently on the floor. She didn’t wait for a greeting; she simply leaned against the edge of his desk, looking down at the old man with an expression of weary disappointment.

"Give him back his man, Antonio. Please."

Antonio lowered his cup, his eyes narrowing. He hadn’t expected her to be in the country, let alone in his study before 8:00 a.m. "What are you talking about? And when exactly did you arrive? I wasn’t informed of your return."

"Last night," Natasha said, her voice smooth but hard as diamond. "And let’s be clear: whatever you think you’re achieving by breaking Alexander, it won’t work. Just give him back his man. I know you’re keeping him."

Antonio let out a dry, rasping chuckle, though his eyes remained cold. "Huan is a distraction. A Salazar doesn’t lose his mind over a man. Alexander needed a lesson in priorities."

"A lesson?" Natasha leaned closer, her shadow falling over Antonio’s face. She was the only person who could look him in the eye and not flinch. "Where is he?"

Antonio stared at her. He had always had a grudging respect for Natasha, she was the only one with the steel to keep the peace when he wasn’t around.

"Huan is dead, Natasha. Accept it, just as he must."

"I know you will never kill his man. I know you very well, Antonio. I can feel he’s still alive. I can sense it. Just give him back to my son."