I was still feeling shocked. More traitor! We didn't know. I took a deep sigh as I pulled the comforter more tightly around my body. It was the only warm thing around me. The sea was calm. The breeze was cool and sent shivers down my body. All I could see was the dark sea, dark gleaming with stars. I glided forward barefoot and smiled as a cool breeze brushed my hair. I could smell salt and freshness in the air. He hugged me from behind. I whirled in the ring of his arms and snuggled closer to his warm body. I was feeling cold. He was just in his slacks still, I couldn't see any sign of a cold. "Ain't you feeling cold?" I whispered as I wrapped one arm around his middle. It slid from my shoulder and showed my bare skin beneath it. "No," He kissed my shoulder and pulled me tighter, "Your hands are cold," He said as I pressed it against his hot skin. "I'm not used to cold weather." I closed my eyes, enjoying him, his touch, the beauti
DUANTE'S POV Without breaking stride, I took her into our room. The dead body was already removed. I could smell her favorite floral scent in the room. Her face was pressed tight on the crook of my neck. Her heart was beating louder against my chest. She was scared. I couldn't turn it down when she curled her arms around me. I was still seething from inside hearing them. No one could dare to look at what was mine. I brushed my lips against her forehead. I could feel her trembling. Tears were leaking from her closed eyes. This pushed me to the edge. I settled back on the bed. I pressed my lips against her forehead again, "Look at me," I softened my voice. Slowly, she opened her eyes and glanced in my eyes. She lowered it to my chest, "Please, don't go." Her voice was cracking. "There's no danger." She stayed quiet and fastened her arms. Things were tense enough. It wasn't the attack. We had faced it before, "What's it?" I
EVELEEN'S POV A nervous feeling trickled through me. He wasn't around me when I rubbed my eyes after sleeping. "He's out for some business," I looked to my left after hearing her soft voice. Mini was looking at me. I stared at her and rubbed my hand over my forehead. "I was scared. So so scared. Tom locked me in the washroom and asked me to make no noise." Her dilated eyes were explaining how scared she would be. The hair on my neck rose when I recollected the sight of the dark. I took a deep breath. "Then Zhang came and freed me. I was so worried about Tom. He was clasping a gun." I felt her hand on my shoulder. "I'm hearing you," I said, ignoring her questioning look. Was he a traitor? Or there could be more? It was driving me insane. I told him not to go, not to leave me alone. "When did he go?" I fired. "After you slept. You're looking pretty annoyed with it." She said, wiping her cheek
He looked over and threw a withering glare at me. He opened the door for me. I sat in, quietly. Just a pinch and he would explode like a volcano. He strode around. I could still see his white knuckles. He hadn't spoken a word. I was frightened. But I had to start if he didn't want to talk or he wouldn't answer. He got in the car and slammed the door shut. I gulped. That wasn't expected. He never expressed his anger. Was it a warning for me to keep my mouth shut? It would be something essential. Otherwise, I didn't see him reacting this way. "Duante," I whispered. He looked at me and shook his head. I straightened my gaze and stared at the dark. I wanted to touch him, comfort him, whatever he was feeling I wanted to be with him. My mind and body weren't agreeing on anything at the moment. I wanted to reach and hug him. My mind was shouting at me to keep quiet and didn't utter a word. A single word could get him riled up. I kept looking at hi
DUANTE'S POV I couldn't sleep. I loathed these feelings, I didn't want her to go away. She missed her family. She didn't say a word. But I could feel it. She would never say. I raked my finger softly in her hair. She looked more beautiful in her sleep. Her skin felt so tender beneath my calloused fingers. I had checked on the security. She'd be safe. Everything was going according to as I planned. I planned to go on the same day on our same private plane. She didn't need to know this. I would do what would be best for her. Zhang would be her shadow there. My finger halted, feeling the soft skin of her head. With Tann and Ricky's death, I was considering her to be safe. I trusted the wrong person. He knew everything about me, I could never know anything about him, Not even his so-called family. My new enemy knew more than he should. He would meet his death. Soon. I had scanned every note, and documents in Tann's house. I got o
EVELEEN'S POV I was brushing my hair, but my gaze was on my husband. I wanted to capture him in my eyes. I didn't know how would I spend time without him? I was serious when I said that I didn't want to go. I missed my family. But Duante was my real family. The notion of going away from him frightened me. He stopped behind me gripping his black coat. He donned it. I was still staring at my husband. He slithered his fingers in his hair. "Duante," I whispered but I didn't know. What should I say next? I wrapped my arms around him. “I know you dinna want to go. But I dinna want them to think. I've captured you.” He said, embracing me. ‘I don't care what they think.‘ I blinked as I glanced up at him, "You never call when you go for business and.." I trailed. His forehead crinkled as he gazed down at me. His lips turned up in a full smile, "I'll call you every morning," He kissed my forehead. "What if I want to talk a
I didn't touch the food. The sun was setting down, spreading orange color in the sky. He did not call me. I didn't call him either. The loneliness without him unnoticed. He shouldn't let me come here. He must be out there to take care of some important things. My stalker! My phone buzzed, flashing a text from Rose. I opened it with a click. 'Dress code: Black! At our usual place. Come soon!' I smiled. I scooted over to the cupboard and yanked it open in excitement. Raking my gaze over them, I reached for black skinny jeans and a black bracelet top. "Did you miss this?" Rose asked, holding the key of the motorcycle. She was draped in black shorts, a black tank top, and high knees shoes. I smiled and lunged forward. She pulled her hand back. I pouted my lips, tilting my head to one side. It reminded me of my husband. "To have this, you have to smile." She demanded. My lips curled up into a full fake smile, "Now give me," I opened my palm an
DUANTE'S POV The urge of killing him was sharp inside me. He could be a random person, eyeing my wife and someone from the troop of my enemies. Speaking to Eve was crossing my mind. I would after seeing him dead. How the f*** dare him to hold the hand of my wife? From the description, my men were telling me, he couldn't be a commoner. I exhaled slowly as I saw them driving inside the house. My phone buzzed in my pocket. I took it out. The need to drown out the unsettling in my head was so agile, I wanted to strut toward her and hold her tight to my chest. I rolled the window down. I would find my enemy around her. They considered her my weakness. Pretty f****** true. They didn't need to know. She's my strength. "Brother, just two minutes. I'm sorry. I got late. I'll expla...." I cut him off. "Two minutes," I hung up on him. He shouldn't take responsibility when he isn't prepared to carry out his obligations. My phon
A smile crawled on my face. The dark was hiding me. They took care of each other like brother and sister. Tom should be with his wife. He was comforting my scared wife as a father does to his scared little girl. "I won't talk to him when you find him. He shouldn't have disappeared." My wife wasn't looking certain about her threat. It broadened my smile. Like my wife, Tom believed it too that I could be alive and out somewhere watching them. They weren't wrong. They don't need to know it, just for now. "Do you think Andrew could be the stalker?" I saw fear in her eyes. I should have listened to her when she first voiced her dread. It's never too late. We might not be together but we were safe. And we were a family. Tom shook his head. "You're not thinking about it, your nightmare or anything. Your baby needs you now. You should be happy." "I don't know how to smile and be happy without him. He said right I didn't die without him. But I don't know how to l
I hopped in silently and accelerated the car. My phone vibrated in my pocket. I ignored it but it continuously began trembling in my pocket. I clicked on Bluetooth to answer it. "Boss, One of them survived. Aaron sir went in to interrogate him, himself." "And" I kept my eyes on the road. I could not take the nagging thought out of my head that they could have kidnapped her. There would not be any chance left to capture him but to attack him. "He has given us an address." It could be a trap. I hadn't known anyone spilling their guts out of their mouth until Aaron had made wounds on his already cut skin. "I'm not certain." I muttered. If I wasn't sure about anything, I couldn't sit until I got into the bottom of it. "Hire someone from a local gang. I need the report within six hours." I clicked to disconnect it. Meeting with Aaron or everything could wait. There was something essential. Why did my wife run away? I pulled t
"Devil," I hoarsely said. I was chasing my wife, and I checked into the same motel. It must be related to the footage. I was fucking furious at her My jaw was clenched under the mask. "The famous devil?" Assassin asked, looking a little shocked. He didn't know anything about me being Devil. But he was aware that there were some hidden guards watching my wife from afar. No one needed to see the face behind the mask. "I should recognize you from your look. No one has ever seen you." I nodded. Anger was still boiling inside me. My wife's eyes were on me. I looked at her, coldly. "Um, the shop owner must have called the police." She muttered, looking nervous. "I've messaged the cleaned-team." I said. Drake would be here with guards soon. I needed one of them alive. It could be a big help. My wife wouldn't be the only one Andrew would have sent to be kidnapped. For now, I wasn't going to leave my wife's side. "I don't know what a cleaned-te
Is this happiness I'm feeling? Did my father feel it when my mother was pregnant? I would have definitely asked him if he were alive. But I haven't been this relentless then. I ran my thumb over the black-and-white photo. My child. I haven't seen him, hold him but I feel attached to him. Tom must be feeling this. I couldn't talk to him. There are some battles that we have to face alone. He was acting on my advice and concentrating on the business. But he was also digging into the matter, trying to find the person who was behind all this. I heard the softest footsteps. It was easy to detect when you were aware of your surroundings. My eyes lifted from the file. Cristiano strode into the hall, his hands were shoved in his pockets. I motioned him to the front chair. " I was expecting you, but not alone?" My brows shot up. I was certain he would fall in love with Angela. Her frightened look reminded me of the day when I first saw my wife, draped in a bea
I did everything to keep her safe. I'll do it again. I have pushed her away from me. I hope it will be the last time. I pinched the bridge of my nose. It's going to be a difficult time for her. I hope she will keep my words in her mind. "We should tell Tom." Aaron's voice reached my ears. I shook my head. My wife would do anything to hear the truth from him. Uncle and his son, Andrew would notice it instantly. Andrew might be an eccentric person but he was good at playing mind games. It kept him alive for a long time. He should die in that building. "I want them to trust that. If he would be smart, he would remember our last conversation." I stared out at the night sky. I never let my guard down. My brothers know me. My wife has witnessed the happy side of me. I'm possessive and protective. "You're right, but I hate this." He told me. "I know." I muttered, it was a hard decision to take but to end this game forever, I had to do t
For now, it would be only Aaron and Drake. It would be better if fewer people knew about it. "Drake, call them to meet me in the warehouse. Now!" He said. Aaron's eyebrows shot up. "We have a meeting after two hours." He rubbed his fingers on his two-day-old stubble. "He can wait. Just message him this location. Traffic is going to keep him busy. It would earn us some more time." His blazing gaze turned to Drake. "There should be no trace of human activities." Drake nodded. "We can call them after meeting with Antonio Sir, boss." He suggested. "Just tell them to be here." He lashed. Drake bowed his head and drifted out of the old wooden office. "You should hear him. There may be a point in his suggestion." Aaron said. He smiled his way. "I know what I'm doing." His grip fastened on the back of the old chair. Aaron looked at him, holding no expression on his face. "I have a feeling. You have already planned eve
AFTER TWO DAYS... Anger surged through him. He leaned across the counter and stared out with a deep scowl. "He cut his body in hundred pieces," Drake said, a disgusting look on his face. "And Sofia and her son?" He asked. His arms were folded over his chest. His hands were fisted tightly that his knuckles went white. "Arsh and Aakash are searching for them. We haven't gotten a clue yet, boss. " Drake shook his head. "Boss, Aaron Sir has reached," Cey said. He slightly nodded his head and pushed him away from the counter. His eyes were matching the color of his, and two inches shorter than him, his cousin, walked into the hall. Opening his arms, he embraced him. "Brother, it's important or I would have never asked you to come when Eveleen is pregnant." Aaron said. He patted his back strongly. "Is everything alright?" He asked him. "You need to hear it out." Taking long strides back, he took the couch. "I can trust your Ten?" He ask
Antonio's POV I hadn't heard from my daughter. I had called her grandma. But she wasn't answering. He had sent his guard to check on them. He never liked the habit of her denying the security around her. She wanted to lead a normal life and he loved her so much to give her anything. Duante walked in the hall. Drake was always with him. He still remembered the small boy smiling but it was for a short period. After his parent's death, he adopted a cold expression. He was glad that he opened up for his wife. He could still see a little glimpse of his happy side around his wife. But it faded after he lost his memories. "Did we get any clue, son?" Antonio asked, getting on his feet. His head was still mulling over his daughter and grandchild. He glanced at him for a long second. "Is Sofia alright?" Duante asked, his poker face wasn't giving anything. "It has been a week. I called Betha's house. She didn't answer. I'm worried. She always leaves a message
He was smirking, madness could be seen in his eyes. His lustful eyes were glued on the display. He ran his thumb on her rosy lower lip. "Soon! The day isn't that far. The day you'll be in my arms, beneath me." He laughed, rubbing his hand on his chest. "Er... It's a bad idea. She's pregnant." Cole told him, looking over his shoulder at the display. A wave of fierce anger rose in him. He jumped on his feet and turned to him with a sharp expression. He grasped his neck in a death grip. He began to jab several punches in his face. Cole groaned in pain, trying to dodge his punches and lifting his both arms. It only infuriated him more. He was a mad person. His knuckles were crimson with his blood. He broke his jaw. " Andrew," Max came running into the room. "He's important. You can't ruin his face." He curled his both arms around his middle pulling him away from him. Cole fell to the ground, and the front of his shirt was soaked in his blo