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
Fernando’s POV The night was thick with the scent of gunpowder as bullets ripped through the air, each one carrying the intent to kill. I bent behind the overturned car, gripping my gun so tightly my knuckles turned white. Marlo was beside me, reloading his weapon with the efficiency of a man who had danced with death too many times before. My men were scattered, ducking behind whatever cover they could find, exchanging gunfire with the bastards who dared to ambush us.I was filled with so much rage.My patience was at its breaking point, my fury barely contained beneath the surface. Michael was still missing, and now we had these worthless pieces of trash trying to gun us down. I clenched my jaw. Someone was playing games with me, and I wasn’t in the mood for amusement.A bullet bounced off the hood of the car, sending sparks into the air. Marlo cursed under his breath.“This isn’t working,” Marlo muttered. “They have us pinned. Every time we move, they push harder. We need a
Micheal's POV The second Ashley stepped out of the conference room, I knew this was my only chance.I didn’t hesitate.I exhaled slowly, my mind sharpening, my heartbeat steadying as I made my way toward the door.It was now or never and I needed to move quickly before I told myself this was a bad idea.I knew the layout of the building better than anyone. I had been here long enough to memorize every hallway, every security checkpoint, and every possible exit route.Getting out of here wouldn’t be easy, but it was possible.And I was about to prove it.I pressed my back against the cold wall, my breath slow and controlled. No need for unusual breathing which could call attention to my presence. The hallway was dimly lit, the fluorescent lights flickering slightly overhead. The FBI headquarters was quiet at this hour—most of the agents had gone home, and the ones still around were locked in their offices, finishing up reports or making calls.That worked in my favor.I kept my ste
Fernando’s POV I gritted my teeth as I stepped out of the black car and onto the empty street, the city lights casting making the road look less lonely than it already was.It had been hours. Hours. And still, there was no sign of Michael.Where the fuck was he?I clenched my fists, my jaw tightening as I turned to Marlo, who stood beside me, his face unreadable. The men behind us—six of them, armed and ready—waited silently for my next move. They knew better than to question me when I was in this state.We had searched everywhere.We had checked every lead, questioned every contact, and still—nothing.My patience was wearing thin.No, fuck that, my patience was gone.I took a deep breath, trying to keep my composure, but the rage inside me was boiling over.Michael had been taken.And I had failed to protect him.That thought alone made my blood burn.I turned around and started walking again, my mind racing with possibilities. Who would have the guts to kidnap him? Who would dar
Michael's POV I paced the around the conference room like a caged animal, my hands clenched into fists so tight my nails dug into my palms. I was pissed.My entire body was vibrating with frustration, a storm brewing inside me that I had no way to unleash.This couldn’t be happening.They had removed me from the case.They had stripped me of my mission, my only chance at justice.For what?Because they thought I was too involved?Because they thought it was too dangerous?A bitter laugh escaped me, and I ran both hands through my hair, gripping it at the roots.Fernando Ramirez killed my sister.And now they expected me to just… let it go?No.I wouldn’t.I couldn’t.They had taken me off the case, but my evidence, my work, was still here, as if mocking me.The walls felt like they were closing in on me.I needed to do something.I needed to act.But what?What could I do when the very people who were supposed to help me were now standing in my way?The door creaked open.I turned s
Fernando’s POV My entire body was burning with raw fury, every muscle wound tight, my teeth grinding together so hard it hurt. I was raging. Who.Who would dare?Who would have the guts to take Michael from me?My vision was blurred with rage, my mind moving through every possible enemy I had—every rival, every snake who had ever crossed my path. But none of them would be this bold. None of them would be this stupid.Michael was mine.I had made it clear to everyone in my organization that he was under my protection. That if anyone so much as looked at him the wrong way, they would answer to me.And now he was gone.Vanished.Taken.My driver slammed his foot down on the gas pedal, the tires screeching as we turned onto the road leading to my mansion. I barely registered the guards opening the gates as my car drove through, my mind fixated on one thing—Michael’s disappearance and the incompetence of the fools who had let it happen.The moment I stepped out of the car, Marlo was th
Michael's POV Who the hell were these guys?Kidnappers?But not just any kidnappers. These weren’t some random thugs off the street. The way they handled themselves, the way they executed the grab—it was professional. Efficient.Which meant this wasn’t about money.No, this was about me.And there was only one reason I could think of why someone would want me out of the picture.I’d uncovered something I wasn’t supposed to.My mind raced back to what had happened earlier—the fake FBI attack on Rodger’s men. I had been digging, pulling at loose threads, trying to figure out who had orchestrated it. And I’d gotten too close.That had to be it.Whoever had staged that attack must’ve realized I was onto them. And now, they were tying up loose ends.I shifted slightly in my seat, testing the space around me. The car wasn’t armored—not completely, at least. If I had to, I could take my chances. A sharp elbow to the throat of the driver, a quick grab for the wheel—But then what? Even i
Fernando’s POV The safehouse smelled of sweat, blood, and fear. I stood in the middle of it all, my gun resting in my hand, my patience wearing thin.The FBI agent in front of me was trembling, his wrists bloody from the restraints, his lips slightly parted as though he was about to say something—but hesitation held him back.I had waited long enough.“You said you knew who the undercover agent is,” I said, my voice calm and measured. “So speak.”The man swallowed hard, but before he could open his mouth, one of the other agents scoffed.“This is ridiculous,” the agent said, his voice dripping with contempt. “He’s lying to you.”I turned my head slowly, my eyes locking onto the man who had spoken. He was trying too hard to sound confident, but I could see the fear in his eyes. He was afraid, afraid of me, afraid of what I might do if I didn’t like his answer.“Oh?” I said, raising an eyebrow. “And why would he lie?”The agent straightened his back, trying to compose himself. “Beca
Michael's POV I didn’t have time to waste.My mind raced as the full weight of the situation sank in—Fernando was being played. Someone had orchestrated the FBI attack, purposefully baiting him into a war he wasn’t supposed to be fighting. And knowing Fernando, if I didn’t stop him now, it would be too late. He would burn everything down before realizing he had been manipulated.I needed to get to him.Turning sharply, I walked toward one of the parked black csrs in the driveway. I knew Fernando had ordered my personal guards to stick to me like glue, but I couldn’t afford their interference now. If I could just get in the car—A firm hand clamped down on my shoulder.I exhaled harshly, already knowing who it was.“Where do you think you’re going?” the taller of the two guards, a broad-shouldered man named Mortis, asked in a voice thick with authority. His partner, Emilio, a slightly leaner but equally imposing man, stood beside him with his arms crossed over his chest. Both of t
Michael's POV I moved around my room trying to get a better reception so I could put a call through to Ashley and get to the bottom of this issue which was causing my entire plan to crumble before my very eyes.The FBI were supposed to wait before they attacked in such a way that was sure to attract Fernando’s attention. Now, four agents were somewhere being treated horribly by that monster who had no regard for human life.I stopped by the window and looked closely at the phone fixed in my hand.I willed its signal status to change, for even just a couple minutes and I would be able to get what I want.As if my prayers were heard, the phone let out a beep and I was filled with hope.One bar. But I will make it work. My hands trembled as I finally managed to dial Ashley’s number. I needed to move fast before I lost this signal again, ending back where I had started. The room was dimly lit, and the faint buzz of sounds coming from the excitement downstairs made me more determined