Michael’s POV The journey had been long and exhausting, but as we finally arrived at Fernando's family estate in the English countryside, a new wave of weariness washed over me. The mansion loomed before us, a grand building that had clearly once been a testament to power and wealth. Now, however, it stood as a relic of the past—its once-elegant walls covered by layers of dust and neglect. The sprawling grounds were overgrown with weeds because there had been no one to look after it. The air was thick with the scent of dampness and decay, a stark reminder that no one had set foot here in years.Marlo stepped forward, his boots crunching against the gravel driveway. He turned to face us, his expression a mix of determination and authority."Listen up," he began, his voice echoing slightly in the stillness. "This place may look like a dump now, but it's going to be our sanctuary for the foreseeable future. The feds are on our tails, and we need a place to lay low. It's not going to
Marlo's POVI touched my jaw, wincing slightly as my fingers brushed over the tender spot where Michael's fist had connected. That bastard had actually punched me and it surprisingly hurt much more than I had expected it would. The sting was sharp, but beneath it was an unmistakable excitement. A low chuckle escaped my lips as I leaned against the cool marble countertop of the dimly lit kitchen. Now I understood why Fernando had always found such delight in toying with Michael.There was a fiery spirit beneath that brooding exterior, one that was irresistibly tempting to provoke.I hated to admit it but I found myself wanting more of him.The kitchen was a filled with a lot of outdated appliances and dusty surfaces, which showed that the mansion has been abandoned for far too long. In the center, Emilio and Mortis sat at the worn wooden table, finishing off the remnants of their dinner. Their conversation was muted, the clinking of cutlery against their plates the only audible s
Michael's POV I groaned and blinked against the early morning haze, the light of dawn spilling through the half-open blinds.And then I saw her.Anabelle.Standing at the foot of my bed like some judgmental ghost that forgot to knock. Her arms were crossed and she had a scowl etched onto her face.“What the hell,” I muttered. “Did you lose your way to the kitchen or are you just creeping into bedrooms for fun now?”She didn’t smile. Of course she didn’t.“I’ve been standing here for five minutes,” she said flatly. “You snore like a dying engine.”“Charming.” I pushed myself up, wiping sleep from my eyes. “But that still doesn’t explain why you’re here. Last I checked, I didn’t invite you into my room. Unless watching me sleep is your new hobby.”“You wish.” Her tone was dry, and she didn’t move an inch. “We have a situation.”“A situation,” I echoed. “Does it involve you and Marlo having sex in the kitchen last night? Because if it does, I’ll grab some popcorn next time. Hell, maybe
Michael’s POV The dirt road stretched endlessly before me and I was already fed up.With this errand.With this car.With everything."Son of a bitch," I muttered. "Trapped like a damn errand boy for criminals.""FBI to grocery runner. What a goddamn fall from grace."Images of Fernando flashed in my mind and I couldn’t shake the burning fury that surged through me when Anabelle told me I wasn’t even allowed to see him.“Who the hell do they think they are?” I hissed.Marlo. That cold bastard. I had known men like him during my FBI days—calculating and power-hungry. The worst kind of criminals weren’t the loud, violent ones. It was the calm ones. The ones who made you believe they were doing you a favor as they cut you into pieces.And Anabelle... God, she got under my skin more than I cared to admit. "I should’ve never gotten involved with them," I said, shaking my head. "Should have left when I had the chance. Should have taken Fernando and—"BANG!The engine gave a violent shud
Marlo's POV I gritted my teeth, my fingers tightening around the steering wheel as the imposing gates of Santiago’s estate came into view. One of the guards stepped forward as I pulled up.“Name?”“Marlo Vega,” I said, my voice low but firm. “Santiago is expecting me.”The man looked me over, his eyes sharp, calculating, like he was searching for a reason to turn me away. After a beat, he gave a curt nod and signaled for the gates to open.I parked near the entrance and made my way inside. The housekeeper led me through corridors that echoed with the sound of my footsteps. It was too quiet here. The air felt dense with unspoken things, as though the walls themselves knew the sins whispered behind them.Finally, she pushed open a set of heavy double doors, revealing the meeting room.Inside, three men were already seated at a long mahogany table. Santiago sat at the head, his sharp blue eyes watching me like a hawk. To his right was Rodger, his mouth twisted in its usual sneer,
Michael’s POV The cool night air brushed against my skin as Damian and I stepped out of the cinema. I inhaled deeply, stretching my arms as we made our way toward his car. “Well,” I said, breaking the silence, “I’ll admit it — that wasn’t half-bad.”Damian chuckled beside me, shoving his hands into the pockets of his leather jacket. “Not half-bad?” He arched a brow, grinning. “Come on, Michael, you were on the edge of your seat. I saw you flinch at that last jump scare.”I scoffed. “Please. That was a reflex.”He laughed outright at that.“Yeah, yeah. I’ll pretend to believe that.”In the few days since Damian had helped me out by the side of that dirt road, our lives had somehow tangled together.As we reached his car, Damian slowed down. I glanced at him, catching the sudden seriousness in his expression.“Michael,” he began, leaning against the side of his car, his gaze meeting mine. “I need to say something.”I felt a warning feeling in my chest, but I forced a grin.“I don’t
Michael's POVI gripped the bedsheets as I gritted my teeth and buried my face into the soft mattress, feeling Marlo’s sweat falling on my back and soft moans escaping his lips while he continued thrusting with more strength than necessary. "Fuck, you're so tight" he said.I bit back the pain that was building within me and tried my best to endure whatever pain I could feel in my hole.This was all a means to an end.Before I could process my thoughts any further, he turned me around, his muscular arms wrapping around me.He knelt on the bed and raised me to sit on his hard cock. I stared at him, wondering what sex position he intended to do this time.After spending more than twenty minutes servicing his dick and nipples, I was already exhausted. He wiped the sweat on his forehead with the back on his hand and gave me one the ugliest smirk I have ever seen escape the lips of a man."Ride me until I burst inside you" Marlo said, his breath resting on my face.He brought his lips to
Fernando’s POVI stood at the doorway, unmoving, the weight of my presence alone suffocating the space between us. The dim lighting of the hallway cast my shadow long and imposing, stretching into the room where the scent of sweat and sex still lingered in the air.I let the face of the man standing in front of me roll through my mind, tasting it, testing it. I didn’t know him. Not yet. But the way he stiffened, the way his breath hitched as our eyes met—it was delicious. Terror clung to him like a second skin, thick and visible, and I enjoyed every damn second of it.He wasn’t just scared.He was petrified.And I thrived on fear.He stood frozen, still gripping the doorknob as if he could will himself out of this situation by sheer force alone. But there was no escape—not from me.A slow smirk spread across my lips as I tilted my head, taking in the sight before me. His shirt was half-buttoned, the fabric slightly wrinkled, a clear indication he had hurried to dress up and leave.
Michael’s POV The cool night air brushed against my skin as Damian and I stepped out of the cinema. I inhaled deeply, stretching my arms as we made our way toward his car. “Well,” I said, breaking the silence, “I’ll admit it — that wasn’t half-bad.”Damian chuckled beside me, shoving his hands into the pockets of his leather jacket. “Not half-bad?” He arched a brow, grinning. “Come on, Michael, you were on the edge of your seat. I saw you flinch at that last jump scare.”I scoffed. “Please. That was a reflex.”He laughed outright at that.“Yeah, yeah. I’ll pretend to believe that.”In the few days since Damian had helped me out by the side of that dirt road, our lives had somehow tangled together.As we reached his car, Damian slowed down. I glanced at him, catching the sudden seriousness in his expression.“Michael,” he began, leaning against the side of his car, his gaze meeting mine. “I need to say something.”I felt a warning feeling in my chest, but I forced a grin.“I don’t
Marlo's POV I gritted my teeth, my fingers tightening around the steering wheel as the imposing gates of Santiago’s estate came into view. One of the guards stepped forward as I pulled up.“Name?”“Marlo Vega,” I said, my voice low but firm. “Santiago is expecting me.”The man looked me over, his eyes sharp, calculating, like he was searching for a reason to turn me away. After a beat, he gave a curt nod and signaled for the gates to open.I parked near the entrance and made my way inside. The housekeeper led me through corridors that echoed with the sound of my footsteps. It was too quiet here. The air felt dense with unspoken things, as though the walls themselves knew the sins whispered behind them.Finally, she pushed open a set of heavy double doors, revealing the meeting room.Inside, three men were already seated at a long mahogany table. Santiago sat at the head, his sharp blue eyes watching me like a hawk. To his right was Rodger, his mouth twisted in its usual sneer,
Michael’s POV The dirt road stretched endlessly before me and I was already fed up.With this errand.With this car.With everything."Son of a bitch," I muttered. "Trapped like a damn errand boy for criminals.""FBI to grocery runner. What a goddamn fall from grace."Images of Fernando flashed in my mind and I couldn’t shake the burning fury that surged through me when Anabelle told me I wasn’t even allowed to see him.“Who the hell do they think they are?” I hissed.Marlo. That cold bastard. I had known men like him during my FBI days—calculating and power-hungry. The worst kind of criminals weren’t the loud, violent ones. It was the calm ones. The ones who made you believe they were doing you a favor as they cut you into pieces.And Anabelle... God, she got under my skin more than I cared to admit. "I should’ve never gotten involved with them," I said, shaking my head. "Should have left when I had the chance. Should have taken Fernando and—"BANG!The engine gave a violent shud
Michael's POV I groaned and blinked against the early morning haze, the light of dawn spilling through the half-open blinds.And then I saw her.Anabelle.Standing at the foot of my bed like some judgmental ghost that forgot to knock. Her arms were crossed and she had a scowl etched onto her face.“What the hell,” I muttered. “Did you lose your way to the kitchen or are you just creeping into bedrooms for fun now?”She didn’t smile. Of course she didn’t.“I’ve been standing here for five minutes,” she said flatly. “You snore like a dying engine.”“Charming.” I pushed myself up, wiping sleep from my eyes. “But that still doesn’t explain why you’re here. Last I checked, I didn’t invite you into my room. Unless watching me sleep is your new hobby.”“You wish.” Her tone was dry, and she didn’t move an inch. “We have a situation.”“A situation,” I echoed. “Does it involve you and Marlo having sex in the kitchen last night? Because if it does, I’ll grab some popcorn next time. Hell, maybe
Marlo's POVI touched my jaw, wincing slightly as my fingers brushed over the tender spot where Michael's fist had connected. That bastard had actually punched me and it surprisingly hurt much more than I had expected it would. The sting was sharp, but beneath it was an unmistakable excitement. A low chuckle escaped my lips as I leaned against the cool marble countertop of the dimly lit kitchen. Now I understood why Fernando had always found such delight in toying with Michael.There was a fiery spirit beneath that brooding exterior, one that was irresistibly tempting to provoke.I hated to admit it but I found myself wanting more of him.The kitchen was a filled with a lot of outdated appliances and dusty surfaces, which showed that the mansion has been abandoned for far too long. In the center, Emilio and Mortis sat at the worn wooden table, finishing off the remnants of their dinner. Their conversation was muted, the clinking of cutlery against their plates the only audible s
Michael’s POV The journey had been long and exhausting, but as we finally arrived at Fernando's family estate in the English countryside, a new wave of weariness washed over me. The mansion loomed before us, a grand building that had clearly once been a testament to power and wealth. Now, however, it stood as a relic of the past—its once-elegant walls covered by layers of dust and neglect. The sprawling grounds were overgrown with weeds because there had been no one to look after it. The air was thick with the scent of dampness and decay, a stark reminder that no one had set foot here in years.Marlo stepped forward, his boots crunching against the gravel driveway. He turned to face us, his expression a mix of determination and authority."Listen up," he began, his voice echoing slightly in the stillness. "This place may look like a dump now, but it's going to be our sanctuary for the foreseeable future. The feds are on our tails, and we need a place to lay low. It's not going to
Michael’s POVThe hum of the private jet’s engines filled the cabin as I stepped into the aisle behind Emilio, keeping my gaze fixed ahead—until I saw him.Fernando.His body was strapped down like he was already dead. His skin, usually warm and full of fire, was pale. It was like someone had drained the life from him, and now we were carrying around the empty shell.I didn’t even try to swallow the lump in my throat. It was permanent now.We had paid good money—stupid money—to make sure no one asked questions about Fernando.As long as the money was available, nobody cared.I scanned the seats, brows furrowing. Row seventeen.My spot was way in the back, far from where Marlo, Anabelle, Mortis, and Emilio had already gathered near Fernando’s medical area. It felt deliberate—like being shoved into a corner and told to stay there.I clenched my jaw and marched up to Marlo’s seat.“Hey,” I said, coldly. “What’s this about? Why the hell am I back there?”Marlo didn’t even look surprise
Michael’s POVThe paper trembled in my hand.I didn’t even realize how tightly I was gripping it until the edges started to tear beneath my fingertips. Elise.Her name was right there."Subject witnessed the exchange on the 16th. Resulted in immediate action. Orders came from Council, not directly from F.M. Cover-up executed. All media rerouted."Council? Immediate action?My chest felt tight. My sister—Elise—had been murdered… because she’d seen something she wasn’t supposed to. I couldn’t breathe.“Michael!”I didn’t react fast enough.Suddenly, a hand gripped my shoulder and pulled me backwards roughly as if I was a rag doll.“What the hell is wrong with you?” Marlo’s voice was a sharp whisper, and before I could respond, he shoved me against the bookshelf in Fernando’s study and clamped a hand over my mouth. “Quiet.”Footsteps, like a dozens of them, sounded past the closed door. Shadows moved across the faint light coming in through the cracks. I heard voices barking orders,
Michael’s POV The hand that pulled me inside was rough and urgent, gripping my collar like I was something light they can manhandle without any consequence.My body collided with the cool wood of a bookshelf, and before I could say a word, a palm came over my mouth. My instinct screamed to fight, but then I saw his eyes.It was Marlo."Shh," he said, his voice barely a whisper in the dim light of Fernando’s study.I still wanted to argue but the sudden silence of the entire room told me to be quiet and do as he said.Boots ran past outside. I could make out shadows of armed agents as they moved through the hallway in search of more people to either kill or arrest, depending on if they resisted or not. I held my breath, every muscle tensed, my heart thudding so loud I thought they would hear it. Marlo’s hand stayed over my mouth, firm but not forceful.Five… six agents… maybe more.They were still searching for any one of Fernando’s men.When the sound of their footsteps faded down