Fernando’s POVMichael stood stiffly before me, every inch of his body locked in tension. His shoulders looked stiff, his fingers twitching at his sides, and though his face remained carefully blank, his eyes betrayed him. A flicker of wariness, unease, maybe even a little fear.Good.I leaned back against the bed, stretching my legs out slightly, the silk of my slacks pressing against my skin in all the wrong ways. My body was burning—restless, throbbing, desperate for relief and I was gradually loosing the battle of controlling myself before i ended up damaging yet another person.The drug was still running hot through my veins, making every nerve hypersensitive, every movement feel like a slow, agonizing tease. My restraint was hanging by a thread, and Michael was standing there like temptation itself, just waiting to be devoured.He had no idea what he had walked into.“You look uncomfortable, Michael,” I murmured, my voice dripping with amusement.His piercing blue eyes flicke
Michael’s POVMy body was betraying me, and I hated it.The weight of Fernando’s body against mine, his firm grip pinning me down, sent a rush of anger through me—at him for doing this, at myself for reacting in a way I couldn’t understand. My heart pounded, but it wasn’t fear. It was something much worse—something dangerously close to anticipation, and I refused to acknowledge it.I clenched my jaw, pushing down the disgust bubbling inside me. The only thing I should feel for Fernando was hatred. He had taken everything from me. My sister. My peace. My future. And yet here I was, feeling… heat?No. It was the tension, the adrenaline. That’s all it was.Fernando’s dark eyes locked onto mine, full of something wild, something unhinged. This wasn’t the same man who I had left in the meeting earlier. Something had shifted in him. I have seen him ruthless, calculating, cold—but not like this. This was raw, primal.It was as if he wasn't trying to control any of his dark thoughts anymo
Fernando’s POV I sat in my chair, watching Michael with an amused smirk as he sat on the floor, his posture filled with anger and humiliation. His wide eyes darted toward my body, flickering with something he tried to suppress—shock, maybe even fear. His eyes stayed on my massive cock and I could tell he was already imagining how I was going to use it to destroy his insides. The corner of my mouth lifted slightly. I could tell he was trying hard not to react, but I saw everything. Every twitch of his fingers, every subtle swallow, every little glance he thought I wouldn’t notice. Michael had been putting up a fight all night, but we both knew how this was going to end. “You look stunned, Michael,” I said, my voice slow, teasing. I slowly began to stroke my cock as I tilted my head slightly, resting my forearm lazily on the armrest of my chair. “Not the first time someone’s reacted like that. I get that a lot.” Michael’s jaw clenched, and he quickly looked away, shaking
Micheal's POVMy heart pounded against my ribs as my gaze locked onto the two figures standing in the doorway.Marlo.And beside him, the bodyguard who had overheard my conversation with Ashley.Shit.My fingers curled into fists at my sides as I fought to keep my expression neutral, but I could already feel the cold dread creeping up my spine. This was bad. Worse than bad.Fernando, who had been lounging with an air of self-satisfaction only moments ago, turned sharply, his eyes narrowing with barely restrained irritation.Marlo, however, didn’t seem to care about the atmosphere he had just interrupted. His gaze was focused, his body tense, and for the first time in a long time, he actually looked serious.The bodyguard beside him shifted slightly, like he was waiting for the right moment to speak.I didn’t like it.This was spiraling out of control too quickly.If I didn’t act fast, I would be dead.Fernando’s voice sliced through the tension like a blade.“What the fuck do you thi
Fernando’s POVI woke up to the lingering scent of sweat and something far more intoxicating. The room was silent except for my own breathing, steady but filled with the events of last night. As my eyes adjusted to the dim light filtering through the heavy curtains, my mind drifted back to the moment before we were so rudely interrupted.Michael.I clenched my jaw, suppressing the flicker of frustration that stirred within me. Last night had been… interesting, to say the least. The way his body had tensed beneath my touch, the way his breath hitched when I got too close—he was too aware of me, and I of him. It was foolish, even dangerous. A man in my position couldn’t afford such distractions.I exhaled sharply and pushed myself up from the bed.Michael had handled himself well, though. I smirked slightly at the memory of how effortlessly he had swallowed my cum. Smart. Dangerous. Exactly the kind of man I kept close—but never too close.I shook my head. No.This was absurd. A m
Michael’s POVI had been through countless debriefings at the FBI headquarters, but this one felt heavier, weighted with the fresh memory of Colin’s death and the mess Fernando had dragged me into. I took my seat, straightening my posture even as exhaustion clung to my muscles."Agent Carter," Director Calloway began, folding his hands together. His deep voice commanded the room. "We understand you were present when Colin was killed. Walk us through what happened."I exhaled, running a hand through my hair before leaning forward. "Colin was discovered as a rat," I said plainly. No use sugarcoating it. "Rodger Holt found evidence linking him to the FBI, and before I could do anything, Fernando had him executed. Quickly. Efficiently." I paused, letting my words settle. "He didn't even let the poor bastard beg for his life."A heavy silence stretched between us.Agent Roberts, a woman with sharp eyes, tapped her fingers on the table. "Did Colin say anything before he died? Any informa
Fernando’s POVThe street was quiet at this hour, except for the occasional passing car and the distant bark of a stray dog. I sat in the backseat of my black Mercedes, parked strategically across from Michael’s house. The tinted windows ensured no one could see inside, but I could see everything. Every flicker of light behind his windows, every shadow that passed, every subtle movement.I shouldn’t be here.I had better things to do—important things. I had an empire to run, enemies to keep in line, money to move, and bodies to dispose of. And yet, I found myself sitting in this car, staring at the front door of a man who was, in the grand scheme of things, utterly insignificant.Michael Carter.A subordinate. A pawn. A man who was nothing more than a tool in satisfying my boredom.And yet, I kept coming back to him."You do realize how ridiculous this is, right?"Marlo’s voice cut through the silence, laced with equal parts of irritation and caution. He was sitting beside me in t
Michael’s POVThe warm glow of the restaurant’s dim lights welcomed me as I stepped inside, the scent of freshly baked bread and simmering sauces wrapping around me like a comforting embrace. It wasn’t a fancy place—not the kind Fernando and his people would ever set foot in—but it was cozy, intimate, and, most importantly, a safe space.Or at least, it was supposed to be.For a moment, an unexplainable sense of unease settled over me, prickling at the back of my neck like the whisper of a ghost.It was the kind of instinct I had learned never to ignore.I hesitated just past the entrance, my pulse quickening.Someone was watching me.The certainty of it struck me like ice down my spine.I swallowed hard and turned sharply, my eyes moving all over the restaurant. My heart pounded as I scanned the room—casual diners, a waitress balancing a tray of drinks, an old man reading a newspaper in the corner.Nothing out of the ordinary."Get it together, Michael."I exhaled slowly, forcing m
Michael’s POVThere it was.That damned glowing vial, fixed in Anabelle’s steady hand like it held the salvation of the world.My gut twisted violently.I should’ve felt relief.Hell, a part of me did. But another part of me…A darker, colder part… wanted her to shut the hell up.Fernando's survival would spoil everything.I clenched my fists at my sides as she stepped closer, the vial still raised.He can’t live, that part of me whispered. Not after all he has done.I swallowed hard and forced my voice to speak.“How?” I asked.My tone was calm, curious even. But inside, I was burning.“How do you know this will work?” I added.She stopped a few feet away from us, her eyes meeting mine. There was no fear in them.“Because I made it.”I raised a brow. “You made it?” I asked.“My family specialises in medicine,” she said simply. “Doctors. Chemists. Biotech researchers. I was raised around labs, vials, formulas. I may not carry the same name, but the knowledge? It’s mine too.”She pa
Michael’s POVAll eyes were on me.The tension in the air felt like it could snap. Dust fell from the ceiling like ash as another distant explosion shook the foundation of the estate. Somewhere outside, the sounds of numerous gunfire burst through. It was obvious it was our men firing back at their enemies, eager to make sure none of them entered the mansion..Yet inside this dining hall, everything was still for a heartbeat.Mortis, Emilio, and Marlo stood in a semi-circle around me. Fernando’s limp body hung between Emilio’s arms as if he was already dead.The weight of leadership—or perhaps desperation—had momentarily fallen into my lap immediately I had said I had a plan, and they all waited for me to speak.I took a slow breath, steadying my voice.“I know a way out.”Mortis leaned in, narrowing his eyes. “You’re sure?”“I’ve studied this place,” I said. “Not on purpose, but… I noticed things. Patterns and routes.”“And suddenly, you have an escape route, just like that?” Marl
Michael’s POVThe next explosion came without warning.The sound was sharp, as if a thunderous clap had split the air, followed by a tremor that shook the walls of the east wing of the mansion.Dust fell down from the ceiling and landed on our bodies as she shielded our bodies with our arms.For a split second, my heart stopped. Then another explosion came and this time it was closer and deeper. The ground beneath my feet shook. Shouts echoed across the estate, mixed with the chaos of gunfire and the loud sounds of alarms suddenly flaring to life.“What the hell—?”I turned around, my eyes darting around me, trying to make sense of it. My lungs pulled in smoke, thick and bitter, and my stomach twisted.Another blast. This one was near the front gate. Then came the numerous gunshots that were faint at first, but unmistakable.We were under attack from a very dangerous enemy, even worse than I had thought when I first heard the explosions.“Mortis!” I shouted, my voice nearly inaudib
Michael’s POVI was watching, helpless, as Fernando took another bite of the food I had poisoned, and I couldn’t look away. He would die, and I would finally have my revenge. I would have the satisfaction of seeing him choke on his arrogance.But instead, the air was thick with tension, and the only sound that filled the room was the sound of his spoon on the plate.Fernando lifted his eyes from the meal, catching my gaze, and it hit me like a physical blow. His expression wasn’t one of fear or hesitation, but of something else entirely. He was calm. Too calm.“You know,” he said, breaking the silence, “you’re quite a sight when you’re angry, Michael. I almost feel sorry for you.”I couldn’t respond immediately. This man, the one who had killed my sister without a second thought, was sitting at this table, as if we were friends, as if I hadn’t been plotting to end his life for years.But I wasn’t feeling the sense of triumph I thought I would. I wasn’t feeling anything at all.I
Michael’s POVI didn’t expect those words from him.Not from the man who had murdered my sister.Yet there he sat, a soft glow of sincerity in his voice, his eyes steady and unwavering as he spoke—not with the cruel confidence I was used to seeing in his expression, but something… different. Something warmer. And it shook something loose in me.Something I didn’t want to feel.I knew the poison was there, hidden neatly in the delicately prepared dish placed at Fernando’s seat. I knew if he took even a few bites, his breath would catch in his throat, his heart would stutter, and he would die—painfully and silently, just as planned.But why now, of all moments, did I feel the tremble in my fingers?I didn’t even realize I was still holding his hand until he turned to me.“Michael… why are you holding me like this?” he asked. His voice was low, the same calm tone. But there was no edge in it. No mockery. Just a quiet question, spoken with a care I hadn’t expected.My eyes widened. I lo
Fernando's POVThe food was hot and gave off the scent of something expensive and well-prepared. I should’ve been eating. My body was screaming for food after the long, exhausting times i have had—but my thoughts were wrapped around my ribcage, tight and suffocating.Michael was sitting right across from me, a fork in his hand, his head tilted slightly to the side as he chewed on his food in deliberate silence. Like I wasn’t even there. Like I hadn’t just tried—desperately—to get his attention in the garden.And it was driving me absolutely insane.He had ignored me in the garden. I saw the way his gaze had flicked past me like I was invisible, like the wind brushing his shoulder meant more than my presence. Then we came here, to the dining hall, and he still hadn’t said a word. Still hadn’t looked at me properly. Still hadn’t asked me if I was okay after everything we went through.It wasn’t like him.Michael was always composed, yes. Often quiet, yes. But he wasn’t this detached
Michael’s POVI tore the shirt over my head, taking it off with more force than necessary. The fabric clung stubbornly for a second before finally giving way, allowing me to throw it onto the chair in the corner of my dimly lit room. I stood before the mirror, glaring at my own reflection as if it had betrayed me.I could still feel the warmth of his lips on my hand and it only made me feel even more conflicted than I already was.I took a look at it, almost imagining him standing there just like he had done a few moments ago, while he kissed my knuckles with such delicate touch of his lips that I felt my breath hitch.Thus wasn't how it was supposed to go.My jaw clenched, my fingers twitching at my sides as I replayed that moment over and over in my head.Fernando.His voice. His words."I want to make you happy, Michael."Did he even know what my happiness entails for him to have the confidence to say such hollow words like they were supposed to mean something. I scoffed, shakin
Fernando’s POV“Well, well,” I said, tilting my head and turning my attention away from Michaeland focusing on whatever was happening here. “What a curious little meeting we have here.”Anabelle immediately straightened, her posture becoming rigidly formal.“Sir,” she said with the utmost respect, her voice steady but careful. “I—”I held up a hand, stopping her. “Anabelle,” I said smoothly, “what exactly are you doing outside the mansion at this hour? It is not your duty to patrol the gardens.”Her lips parted slightly, as if trying to come up with an excuse, but she hesitated. She knew better than to lie to me. Finally, after a very short while, she answered.“I saw Michael walking through the garden,” she admitted. “I wanted to follow him.”Michael scoffed under his breath, but I ignored him, keeping my eyes on Anabelle.I took another step toward her, closing the distance just enough to make her feel my presence. “And why did you feel the need to follow him?” I asked, my eyes s
Michael’s POVThe garden was eerily quiet, the only sounds being the distant chirping of crickets and the soft rustle of leaves as the night breeze moved through the trees. I reached into my pocket, feeling the edges of the phone I had stolen earlier. This device had served its purpose, but now it was a liability. If the FBI managed to track it, they’d find me, and I couldn't afford that—not when I was finally within reach of my revenge.I hid near the fountain, my fingers tightening around the phone. The realization had fully sunk in now: I was an enemy of the FBI. The people I had once worked alongside were now hunting me. It should have felt like a betrayal, but it didn’t.I had made my choice.With a swift movement, I slammed the phone against the edge of the fountain. The screen cracked instantly, but I wasn’t done. I raised it again, smashing it with more force. I took a deep breath, grabbed the remnants, and threw them into the thick bushes nearby.No loose ends.I was ab