Chapter 2

My friend, Jax, ignored my warnings and insisted on sleeping with my HIV-positive wife.

He thought he’d be fine after taking PEP meds, but as his body weakened day by day, he lost his last shred of sanity.

Enraged, they sent my disabled brother, Leo, to that vile club, letting those perverts fulfill their sick desires.

By the time I rushed into the private room, Leo was naked, his once clean body now covered in bruise after bruise.

His lower body was completely ruined, and I could still smell the foul odor of someone else’s urine lingering in the air.

Seeing me, he trembled, reaching up to wipe away the tears from my eyes.

Leo squeezed his eyes shut, opening his mouth as if to say something, but something was stuck in his throat.

Moments later, his face turned deathly pale. He suddenly lurched forward, coughing up a milky white fluid.

I screamed his name, desperate, but it was no use.

This was a private room in *that* kind of club. Nobody came here except *those* people. No one would care if we lived or died.

Gradually, Leo went still in my arms, his body growing cold and stiff.

In disbelief, I pressed my fingers to his nose… there was not a single breath.

My heart seized, and tears streamed uncontrollably down my face.

In my despair, I sobbed hysterically, but my wife’s mocking voice cut through the air:

“Can you believe he endured so much humiliation and still held on to see you one last time?”

“Asher, do you like the big gift I sent you? This is what happens when you ignore my demands!”

I gasped for air, glaring viciously at my wife. She stood there, smiling helplessly:

“What could I do? He wouldn't cooperate with my plan to threaten you, right? Everyone has their fate. He was already disabled, just a burden. He was better off dead.”

I lunged forward, grabbing her sleeve and roaring:

“Even if my brother was disabled, it’s not your place, an outsider, to judge him!”

“Besides, he always treated you like family! And you let over a dozen men assault him? How could you be so cruel?!”

By the end, I was gritting my teeth, barely holding back.

But she simply shrugged off my hand, stepping back with a look of disgust.

“Who wanted that useless guy to be good to me? Didn’t you two brothers do all this willingly?”

“He promised me so much before, and now he won’t even verbally threaten you with me. Talk about being good to me? Please!”

Her brazen audacity made me see red. I was about to charge at her, ready to make her pay for Leo’s death.

Then Jax stepped forward. He kicked me hard in the chest, spitting venomously:

“What the hell are you looking at, you idiot? If you don’t give us the special cure, your brother’s fate will be your parents’ fate!”

He kept hitting me harder, brutally breaking one of my legs completely before he finally snarled:

“If you hadn’t tried to stop me back then, how would I have slept with her and gotten AIDS?!”

“You’re a doctor, aren’t you? If you don’t give me the medicine to live, I’m dragging you down with me! We’ll die together!”

He kicked my broken leg again, and I cried out in agony:

“I *did* try to stop you! But you were the one gambling, hoping you’d get away with it! Why are you blaming me now?!”

Hearing that, my wife raised her hand and slapped me hard across the face:

“So what?! You were the one who swore we’d live and die together! Are you going to go back on your word now?!”

“And besides, aren’t you supposed to be a compassionate doctor? If I die and you live, you’ll be infamous for letting two lives die!”