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
Fernando’s POVMichael looked at me like I had shattered his entire world. His wide eyes, the sharp hitch of his breath, the way his body stiffened—all of it sent a thrill down my spine. Beautiful. The disbelief painted across his face, the sheer helplessness in his gaze, made my blood run hot.It was a rare sight, watching someone as careful as Michael unravel, and I drank in every second of it.Slowly, I let my lips curve into a smirk, my amusement barely concealed."Mind if I join you?" I had said, fully aware of the chaos my presence had just introduced.Michael still hadn’t answered. His throat bobbed slightly, his lips parting, but no words came. His silence only made me want to tease him more.The man sitting across from him, the one Michael had come to meet, looked between us with mild curiosity. "A friend of yours?" I heard him ask.He was good-looking, I supposed, in a clean-cut, boy-next-door way—charming, but utterly unremarkable.I wanted to laugh at the sheer audacit
Michael’s POVThe heavy oak doors of the mansion finally shut with a deep, resonating thud, cutting off the outside world—and Andrew—with it. The second I heard the lock click into place, Ashley and I let out matching, loud sighs of relief, like two people getting to the surface after nearly drowning.Ashley bent down then straightened back up, rolling her shoulders as if trying to shake the tension off. Marlo kept his weapon up for a few seconds longer, almost like he was expecting the door to blow open any second, but even he finally let out a breath and tucked the gun into the waistband of his pants.“Holy shit,” Ashley said, pressing a hand over her heart. “I thought we weren’t making it back in.”“No kidding,” I replied, my voice rougher than I intended. My mouth was dry, my heartbeat still hammering against my ribs like it was trying to escape.Just then, Mortis and Emilio, who had been stationed by the door with their guns locked and ready, turned toward us. Their faces wer
Michael’s POVThe night air had become dense, pressing down on my chest like a weight, but it wasn’t the cold that had my skin crawling. The very sight of Lucas shifted the balance. It was clear that he was here to add another layer of pressure, and when I felt Ashley stiffen beside me, I knew that this changed everything.Andrew’s gaze moved over to Lucas, and for the briefest moment, I see something like frustration flash across his face. But then, like a predator circling its prey, his lips curled into a slow, sinister smile. "Ah, so now we are of equal standing. How cute," he said, his voice dripping with condescension. He took a slow step forward, his gun still raised at me, and I could see his finger twitch on the trigger, eager for something, anything, to break the silence.I felt my muscles tighten, but I didn’t flinch. There was something about Andrew’s tone, something about it that almost made me laugh. Almost.But before I could say anything, Marlo cut in, his voice sh
Michael’s POVI glanced sideways at Ashley and Marlo, their hands steady on their weapons, having the same tension I felt."Michael," Damian began, his voice smooth, almost too calm for the situation, "You and your friends—you're done. This is over. You’ve got nowhere to run. The FBI will have you soon enough. You can’t keep fighting forever. Just give up." He lowered his voice slightly, as if he trying to lull us into submission. "It’s not worth it."I couldn’t help but laugh, a cold, humorless sound that echoed through the compound. "Is that really your big plan, Damian? You think I'm going to just roll over because you say so?" I took a step forward, making sure my gun stayed steady in my hands. "You’ve clearly forgotten who you’re dealing with."Damian’s lips curled into a smirk. "I haven’t forgotten a damn thing, Michael. I just think you’re too stubborn for your own good. You’ve lost. You’re outgunned, outmanned, and you’re running out of time. There’s no escape. Just hand you
Michael’s POVI got close enough to Damian and looked in disgust at the smile he had fixed on his face the moment he saw me."I'm here. Say what you want but after that, you're leaving" I said with a stern voice."I knew you would come out of hiding the moment you heard me call out to you" Damian attempted to come closer to me but I stepped back."You wouldn't want to do that, that's if you don't mind being shot" I said, my eyes narrowed. "It was stupid of you to have come out here.""I could say the same thing about you."Andrew swiftly came out of the shadows and the barrel of his gun pressed against my forehead like a cold whisper of death.He had moved so fast through the trees, making good use of the darkness to get close to me.The forest behind him seemed to go quiet in respect, like even nature didn’t want to interrupt this moment.But I knew his men were there, waiting. I didn't flinch. I didn’t move. I just stared at him.His eyes, sharp and gleaming with victory, drank in
Michael’s POVFernando looked like a corpse.I never thought I would feel anything for him beyond disgust, fury, and that burning ache for revenge—but now, watching him lie unconscious in this dimly lit room, something twisted inside my chest. It wasn’t forgiveness. It wasn’t pity. It was something uglier. More complicated.His chest barely rose beneath the sheet, his breathing shallow, mechanical, like his body had forgotten how to be alive.He was pale—unnaturally pale—like life had already started abandoning him.And still, I couldn’t let go of his hand.It was cold. Damp. Fragile. I remembered this same hand raised in arrogance, in violence, clenched into a fist as he spat cruel words at me. That same hand had pointed guns, killed people, and built the chaos we were drowning in.But right now, it wasn’t the hand of a monster. It was the hand of a dying man.I hated him. God, I hated him. But I didn’t want him to die like this.“You care about him now?” My unconscious mind asked
Andrew’s POV Night had wrapped itself like a shroud over the woods, casting eerie shadows between the tall trees. The air was filled with anticipation, thick and unmoving, as if nature itself was holding its breath. I could hear the loud sounds of Crickets chipping in the distance, an odd contrast to the tension that vibrated through my bones. The occasional rustle of leaves teased our ears snd made our minds work like machines as vsrious questions appeared on our heads.Was it the wind or movement? Every sound could be a threat. Every second, a reminder that time was slipping.We lay in silence, our bodies half-buried in the brush, our eyes fixed on the mansion positioned at the edge of the clearing. The looming building glared back at us like a fortress, its windows glowing faintly from within. Inside, Michael and his loyal few were holed up like cornered wolves, desperate and dangerous.Patience, I reminded myself. The moment we attacked would be the moment they expected us
Michael’s POV The smell of onions cooking in olive oil wrapped around me like a warm blanket. For a moment, just a brief moment, I let myself forget where we were, what was happening, and how much blood had already been spilled. The sound of the kitchen door opening pulled me out of my trance. Ashley leaned against the doorway, her arms folded. “Smells good,” she said, her voice soft but obvious with exhaustion. I glanced up, half-smiling as I stirred. “Figured it was time we ate something that didn’t taste like cardboard or fear.” She raised an eyebrow. “Is that what this is? A morale boost?” “Something like that,” I murmured. Ashley stepped in, rubbing the tension from the back of her neck as Mortis and Emilio followed behind her, dragging their tired bodies like the war had already been lost. Emilio sniffed the air and grinned. “Damn. Didn’t know you could cook.” I set the bowls on the table. “Survival skills.” Mortis slumped into a chair with a
Ashley's POV The wind carried a damp, earthy scent through the cracks in the battered front door as we pressed ourselves against it, trying to catch a glimpse through the narrow hole in the wood. I could barely see much — just the faint shimmer of light bouncing off someone's gun, the shape of bodies lurking in the scattered woods surrounding the old mansion. It felt too quiet, like the world itself was holding its breath.I exchanged a glance with Mortis, then Emilio. Marlo’s jaw was tight, his dark eyes focused on the woods as though sheer force of will alone could make our enemies appear.“It’s been fifteen minutes,” Mortis muttered, lowering his gun just an inch. “I think we’re in the clear. Maybe they gave up.”“Yeah,” Emilio chimed in. “Or maybe they’re regrouping. Either way, it’s gone quiet.”I let out a humorless laugh. “You think Andrew is the type to give up? He’s out there, watching. Waiting for us to screw up. That’s his favorite game.”Both Mortis and Emilio shot me
Andrew’s POVThe cold English air brushed against my skin as I tilted my head up to the second-story window. A dark smile went across my lips as I waited, watched to see that traitor's face.A second ago, Michael’s face had been there—staring down at me with that same infuriating calm he had always worn when things were going out of his control. And now… nothing.Good.Let him hide. Let them all scramble like rats in a sinking ship.This was my time to bring my enemies to their knees and I wasn’t going to stop until I have achieved my goal.I stepped back, scanning the old mansion ahead of us. The old Ramirez estate was barely holding itself together — cracked window glass, vine plants all over the walls, a run down compound that made it feel just like a building in a horror movie. A perfect hideout for cowards.I turned to my men, most of them hidden behind trees and old stone fences, their fingers twitching near their triggers. I didn’t have enough men for a full frontal attack.