Third POV"What's going on?" Enzo asked, his voice firm and alert. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes as he jumped straight off his bed, covering his body.“Your attention is needed at the port,” the other caller said, his voice shaking as Enzo snapped his eyes open.“Tell me the containers all arrived in good shape and none got missing.” Enzo asked, his heart beating faster than normal as he waited anxiously to be calmed down and go back to his sweet sleep."Affirmative, sir," the caller replied. "All containers arrived as scheduled, and none were tampered with or missing,” he said, Enzo released the breath he didn't realize he was holding.Before he could finally have his peace, the caller dropped another bombshell.“However, there's been an issue with the customs clearance process. It seems there's a discrepancy in the documentation, and the authorities are holding up the shipment." He announced in a low voice.Enzo's grip on the phone tightened. "Get it sorted out," he said, his vo
Third POVEnzo smiled, his eyes cold and calculating. "Yes, Cassiel. I'm sure you've heard of him. He's a... business associate of mine. One who takes a very... dim view of people who get in his way." He explained, slowly taking out his phone attempting to make a call.The customs official nodded hastily. "I- I think we can find a way to resolve this issue, sir. Let me just... check on a few things."Enzo leaned back in his chair, a satisfied smile spreading across his face. "Good. I thought you'd see things my way. Now, let's get down to business and clear those containers."The customs official quickly got to work, his fingers flying across the keyboard as he frantically tried to resolve the issue. Enzo watched him, his eyes never leaving the man's face. He knew that he had him right where he wanted him, and he would stop at nothing to get what he wanted.After what seemed like an eternity, the customs official finally looked up, a relieved expression on his face. "It's done, sir.
Third POVThe two men went straight into an inner chamber, sitting across each other in a dimly lit room. The older looking man with a full grown beard around his face with different tattoos passed a cigarette to Enzo.“I don't take this.” Enzo declined politely, pushing back the box to him.The older man nodded, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. "Suit yourself," he said, lighting the cigarette himself. He took a long drag, exhaling slowly as he leaned back in his chair."So, Enzo," he began, his voice low and gravelly. "I heard you've been having some issues with the customs officials."Enzo's expression remained neutral, but his eyes narrowed slightly. "Just a minor setback," he said. "Nothing I couldn't handle."The older man chuckled, a low rumble that seemed to come from deep within his chest. "I'm sure you handled it just fine," he said. "You've always been good at getting what you want, Enzo. But sometimes, it's not just about getting what you want. It's about knowing whe
Third POVEnzo got into his car, zooming off the dusty road, into the tiled road. He kept his gaze ahead of him, his mind reeling with a series of questions.Few hours later he finally drove into Cassiel's estate, pulling up at the garage as the guards on standby rushed towards him.“What's going on?” He asked them.“We don't know but the boss drove out in a hurry some hours back,” they explained.“And you didnt care to ask?” Enzo asked irritably, losing his tie as he kicked one of the guards in his groin. The guard fell to his knees, groaning in pain as he held his crotch in his hands.“We wouldn't dare stop him to ask, sir,” one of them tried to explain but with a wave of finger from Enzo, the guard stopped his running mouth from talking immediately.Enzo pulled out his phone and tried Cassiel's number multiple times but the call wasn't going through. He went back into his car, pulling out a small device from the back from his chair. He punched in some numbers but it just vibrated.
Third POVEnzo opened the lid of the energy drink Cassiel had passed to him, gulping down the content in a go. “I want to hear everything, leave no details out.” Enzo said as he faced Cassiel, his eyes on his every movement.“Is that meant to be a command?” Cassiel asked as he closed his computer.“I wouldn't dare boss” Enzo said, correcting his tone and posture as he sat diligently to listen.“The system beeped that an intruder had entered Julian's room with something deadly, I opened the camera but it was blurred, I couldnt see anything and that was why I put a call across to you.” Cassiel explained.“But I received a signal from you and it was from where I was at the moment that your call came through,” Enzo said, trying to decipher the meaning of the situation.“That might be a system error.” Cassiel suggested saying he never sent a signal to Enzo.“So did you drive recklessly down to the hospital and that led to the accident or am I being too forward?” Enzo asked calmly.“You ar
Third POVAs Cassiel stepped out of the room, Enzo quickly dialed a number on his phone, his fingers moved swiftly over the screen. He waited for the person on the other end to pick up while his eyes remained fixed on Cassiel's retreating figure."Yes, sir?" a voice answered on the other end of the line."Get our men in position around the penthouse," Enzo ordered, his voice low and authoritative. "We have some... guests arriving soon, and I want to make sure they're... well taken care of." He added slowly.The person on the other end of the line nodded, even though Enzo couldn't see them. "Yes, sir. I'll get the men in position immediately."“You know what I mean right?” Enzo asked to be sure the man is on the same page as him.“Yes sir,” the other party responded immediately.“I want everything to be in order as the boss is coming over and secondly send Dia's team to the location I’ll send to you right this instant.” Enzo ordered.“Roger that, sir,” the other party responded.Enzo
Third POVWith a swift motion, Cassiel reached out and grabbed the man's arm, his grip like a vice. The man's eyes widened in pain as Cassiel's fingers dug deep into his skin."You see, I have ways of making people talk," Cassiel said, his voice dripping with menace. "And I'm not going to stop until I get what I want." He continued, thrusting the knife in his hand into the man's thigh cutting open his flesh.The man's face contorted in pain, his eyes welling up with tears. Cassiel's expression was unyielding, his eyes glinting with a cold determination."Let's try this again," Cassiel said, his voice low and menacing. "Who is your employer? And where is Isabella?" Cassiel asked with a devilish smile on his face.The man's voice was barely audible, his words tumbling out in a rush. "It was… it was Renata. She's the one who's been hiding Isabella."Cassiel's eyes narrowed, his grip on the man's arm tightening. "Go on, give me new information that can save your lives," he said, his voice
Third POVCassiel got to the back seat of the G-wagon Enzo had driven him in earlier while Enzo got into the driver seat.“Should I send men on Marco's trail?” Enzo asked, disrupting the silence between them while Cassiel shook his head.“I don't need to find him any more, I have something that will make him crawl on his knees and beg for mercy” Cassiel said, laughing menacingly as he focused his gaze to the ipad in front of him.“Where are we going first, boss?” Enzo asked, revving the car engine back to life as it roared out loudly, the full lights shining into the dark street.“Drop me off at home, I have some things you need to take good care of before the arrival of our guests,” Cassiel replied, throwing some mint gum into his mouth.Enzo nodded his head in response, controlling the steering wheel as the car sped out of the street into the main road. Enzo kept on glancing at the rear mirror, looking at Cassiel. Cassiel noticed his intense gaze on him and gave a short smile.“I a
Third POVJulian returned home with a forced calm stitched into his every movement. His week-long vacation had been anything but restful. Behind the luxury hotel walls and scheduled solo explorations was a man spiraling through discovery, betrayal, and the kind of anguish that curled like smoke beneath the surface.Cassiel had been waiting for him at the entrance of the mansion, arms folded, wearing the softest smile. A smile Julian used to fall for, once. A smile that now felt like a blade hidden in velvet."Did you enjoy yourself?" Cassiel asked, stepping forward to press a kiss on Julian's forehead.Julian nodded. "It was what I needed. Time to think."He didn’t lie. He did think — relentlessly. About Bash. About the strange silences in Cassiel’s stories. About the hushed conversation he overheard weeks ago from the hallway. His brother had vanished in a whirlwind, and Cassiel's concern was too polished, too convenient. He knew something. Maybe everything.Inside the walls of their
Third POVThe soft gray hue of dawn crept gently across the sprawling city, casting long shadows over Cassiel’s king-sized bed. Sheets were tangled at his waist, the warmth of sleep still clinging to his skin as he stirred. But the space beside him was empty.Cassiel blinked slowly, adjusting to the early light. Silence hung in the room like a breath not yet exhaled. And then he saw him.Julian.He stood by the floor-length window, bare-chested, arms folded loosely across his torso. The city below stretched endlessly—a living mosaic of people, cars, lives—and Julian, in that moment, looked like a figure painted into stillness.Cassiel didn’t call out. He rose quietly from the bed, letting the morning air cool his skin as he tiptoed across the marble floor. Every step brought him closer until he stood just behind him, close enough to feel the calm tension in Julian’s shoulders.Without a word, Cassiel slid his arms around Julian’s waist, pressing his chest softly against his back. His
Third POVA part of him wanted to storm in there, demand answers, scream until the lies peeled off Cassiel’s skin.But the other part — the part that still felt the ghost of Cassiel’s arm wrapped around him an hour ago — just… broke.Tears gathered in his eyes, but he didn’t let them fall.Not yet.He turned and slipped away from the hallway as quietly as he came, feet barely touching the ground. Each step toward the bedroom felt like walking deeper into someone else’s story — one he no longer understood.When he reached the room, he crawled under the sheets, curling in on himself like a child.He didn’t cry.He stared at the wall instead, as if it might whisper some truth to make it all make sense.But the silence offered no comfort this time.Only emptiness.—-----------------------Julian awoke to the weight of an arm draped lazily over his waist, the heat of Cassiel’s body pressing softly against his back. It should have been comforting — it once was — but now, every inch of close
Third POVThe tea’s subtle aroma drifted between them. Julian wrapped his fingers around the warm mug, letting it heat his palms. He looked out the window, eyes catching the faint glow of stars beginning to form in the darkening sky.“I forgot how good quiet could feel,” he said softly, not looking at Cassiel.“Me too,” Cassiel replied, his voice low.A beat passed. Then another.Julian glanced at him. “You don’t always have to fix things with grand gestures, you know.”Cassiel met his eyes. “This wasn’t about fixing. Just… remembering who we are without the noise.”Their eyes locked for a moment longer, and something unspoken passed between them—an understanding, a truce, maybe even the fragile beginnings of something new.They returned to their food.The silence that followed wasn’t awkward or heavy. It was warm. Familiar.The kind of silence that only existed between two people who no longer needed to speak just to be understood.Outside, the night settled in.Inside, two souls sat
Third POVCassiel lifted Julian from the tub with ease, water streaming off both of them. He didn’t ask permission. He didn’t need to. The way Julian clung to him — legs wrapped around his waist, mouth pressed to his shoulder — was all the answer he needed.He laid Julian down gently on the bed, the towel long forgotten on the floor. For a moment, Cassiel simply looked at him—like he was memorizing him.“You still look at me like I’m something fragile,” Julian murmured, his voice hoarse.Cassiel leaned down, brushing their foreheads together. “Not fragile. Precious.”Julian’s heart skipped a beat. But before he could respond, Cassiel’s mouth was back on him — trailing down his jaw, then to his neck, marking him with every kiss. Each touch was like a slow burn. Worshipping. Possessive.Julian arched into him, gasping as Cassiel’s hands explored lower, his movements slow but deliberate. There was no rush. Just the rhythm of intimacy, of rediscovery.“Cassiel…” Julian breathed, gripping
Third POVRenata's eyes widened in shock, and she felt a wave of grief wash over her. She thought about all the things she would no longer be able to do, all the activities she would have to adapt to with a prosthetic arm.Dr. Smith continued, "We'll do everything we can to help you adjust to your new prosthetic, and we'll provide you with physical therapy to help you learn how to use it. You'll also have access to counseling to help you cope with the emotional impact of your loss."Renata nodded numbly, trying to process the information. She knew she had a long road ahead of her, but she was determined to face it head-on. She would not let Cassiel's cruelty define her. She would rise above it, and she would come out stronger on the other side.As the doctor and nurse continued to care for her, Renata's mind turned to Cassiel. She knew she would have to confront him eventually, to make him pay for what he had done to her. And she was determined to do just that.Back to Cassiel's Mansi
Third POV“What the hell did you do to me?” Renata yelled as she struggled and made futile attempts to raise her right hand.“I only returned the favour you gave to Julian and consider yourself lucky that I’m not in the mood to spilling your blood yet.” Cassiel said smugly, opening a bottle of strong liquor placed on the table, drawing some of the content out with the needle and syringe in his hand.He moved closer to her struggling self to get back on her feet. Cassiel shook the content in the syringe together to blend properly before injecting the fluids into her system.She instantly became still, her heartbeat fell immediately. She was more like half dead.“If I were you, I'd consider this as a warning and tread carefully,” he said, dusting invisible dust off his pants before making his way out. He got to the door and opened it before looking back.“If you’re lucky enough to be taken to the hospital within three minutes, you will be rescued but if you aren't so lucky… well, your a
Third POV“You are not planning on killing me right?” Renata asked curiously, looking around for ways to escape but as it was at the moment, she had been cornered.“That would depend on your attitude.” Cassiel responded, his long finger trailing the soft, smooth skin of her jawline.“But I did nothing to warrant getting on your bad side,” she said, trying to find out how much information he had been able to get his hands on.Renata's voice was laced with a mixture of fear and curiosity, but she tried to keep her tone light and nonchalant. She didn't want to provoke Cassiel any further, not when she was trapped in this situation.Cassiel's finger continued to trail along her jawline, his touch sending shivers down her spine. Renata tried to remain still, but she couldn't help the slight tremble that ran through her body."Your attitude is what will determine your fate," Cassiel repeated, his eyes locked onto hers. "If you're cooperative and forthcoming, I might just let you live. But
Third POVCassiel pulled off at the exquisite club, bobbing with different vibes and life in it. He got down from his vehicle, mingling with the crowd. No one seemed to recognize him as they were so caught up in their own business.The club was a melting pot of people from all walks of life, each one lost in their own world of music and revelry. Cassiel blended in seamlessly, his tailored suit and confident stride allowing him to move through the crowds with ease.He navigated through the throngs of people, his eyes scanning the room for any sign of the person he was looking for. The music was pulsating, the beat infectious, and Cassiel found himself moving to the rhythm as he walked.The club was a labyrinth of dark corners and dimly lit areas, with flashes of bright lights illuminating the dance floor. Cassiel's eyes adjusted quickly, and he spotted a figure standing at the bar, sipping on a drink.He made his way over, his movements fluid and purposeful. As he approached, the figur