FAZER LOGINThe morning came too quickly, and with it came a terrible stillness. Andreas stood by the long mirror, pulling a black vest tight over his chest. His movements were smooth, practiced, and completely cold. Leon was standing right outside the open doorway, talking into a small radio in a hurried whisper. The faint sound of other men moving in the corridor below drifted up the stairs, the rustle of gear and weapons making my skin crawl.
I sat on the edge of the
The cold air coming off the river felt like tiny needles hitting my bare skin. I had been running for what felt like miles, my chest burning and my throat completely dry. My bare feet were numb now, covered in dark grime and small scratches from the sharp stones along the industrial road. I stopped at the corner of a rusting metal fence, my body shaking violently as I looked out at the massive, dark shape of Pier 47.The building was a giant, collapsing warehouse that sat right over the black water. The windows were mostly broken, looking like empty eye sockets staring down at me in the dim morning light. There were no cars parked in the main lot, and no signs of movement near the wide front loading doors. The only sound was the constant, rhythmic slapping of the river against the green wooden pillars below the dock line.I reached down to my right ankle, my fingers slipping under the hem of my damp trousers. I pulled out a small, simple kitchen knife wit
The old kitchen was completely dark except for the thin yellow streetlights shining through the dirty windowpane. I sat cross-legged on the floor, wrapped tightly in the damp wool blanket Marco had given me at the diner. My bare feet were swollen, the small cuts on my toes throbbing with a dull pain every time I shifted my weight on the cold floor tiles. The flat smelled like old dust and trapped air, a place I hadn't stepped inside for months, back when I thought my biggest worry was just finding enough dance gigs to pay the monthly utility bill. Now, it felt like a tomb.The silence in the room was heavy, broken only by the sound of my own ragged breathing. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Andreas standing on that high balcony, his face turning completely into stone as Dante shouted my real name to the room. The pain in my chest was a physical ache that wouldn't go away, a tight knot that made it hard to swallow. He hated me. He thought I was a monster who h
The private office was deathly quiet after Bella left the room. I stood alone by the edge of the desk, my hands flat against the smooth surface as I stared down at the blank screen of my phone. The digital ledgers showing Dante’s secret bank accounts were still glowing bright on my laptop screen, a permanent record of the massive lie that had run my entire life for the last five years. My fingers were shaking slightly as I tapped the glass panel, opening the private tracking software we used to monitor every single device connected to the club’s network.I typed in Arthur’s personal phone number, my breath catching in my throat as the tracking wheel began to spin in a slow circle.Searching, the green text flashed against the dark background.I watched the screen with a tight, painful knot growing right in the middle of my stomach. I remembered the exact way he looked when the guards dragged him through the main lobby just an hour
The blue notebooks stayed open on the middle of the desk, the lines of numbers glowing under the small lamp. I kept my fingers flat against the paper, my chest rising and falling fast as the truth finally broke through my anger. Horton Rowen had never been a traitor to my family. He hadn't sold our routes five years ago. He was just a man caught in a meat grinder, murdered by Dante Moretti to start a fake war that would put the Lionel house in a corner."Boss," Leon said, stepping into the room from the side door. He was holding a fresh set of radio receivers, his face completely pale. "The captains from the south are setting up in the lower lounge. They are bringing three extra cars of shooters into our back lot. Dante’s main driver, Marco’s old partner, is down there talking to them right now.""Let them talk," I said, my voice dropping into a low, flat tone. I didn't look up from the ledgers. "Leon, call Bella back up here. I
I didn't move from the desk for hours. The files on Horton Rowen stayed open on my screen, the bright white light cutting into the dark corners of the room. My mind was still running in that same vicious circle, replaying every look, every soft word, and every touch Arthur had given me. It felt like a disease creeping under my skin. I had built this entire empire on knowing exactly who to trust, and a twenty-year-old dancer had walked right through my defenses without even trying.The lock on the suite door clicked, and the panel turned green. I didn't look up, assuming it was Leon coming back with the final guest counts for the noon meeting.Instead, the door swung open fast, and Bella stepped into the room. Her coat was soaked from the storm outside, her dark hair sticking to her forehead, but her eyes were bright with a fierce, frantic energy. She didn't say a word at first. She walked straight across the rug, reached into her deep jacket
The quietness inside the private suite was absolute, a stark contrast to the chaotic noise still echoing from the main floor downstairs. I stood by the large glass window, staring down at the empty courtyard where the rain was washing over the dark stones. The room felt completely different now, stripped of the life it had just a few hours ago. Every corner reminded me of the boy who had been sitting on the rug, laughing softly while he combed through his hair. It was all a lie. Every single smile, every gentle touch, every tear he had shed in my arms was just a mask to hide the blood of a traitor.I walked over to the desk, my movements slow and stiff. I didn't turn on the main lights, choosing instead to let the dim gray glow from the window illuminate the space. I pulled my laptop toward me, my fingers tapping against the keys with a regular, non-stop rhythm as I bypassed the standard security layers. I went deep into the family archives, entering the six-dig
The bedroom was completely silent except for the soft, steady sound of Arthur’s breathing. I stood by the side of the bed for a long moment, looking down at him. He was deeply asleep, his pale face resting against the white pillow, his hair messy. After the frantic way he had
The heavy door shut behind us with a solid, quiet click. The sound seemed to cut off the rest of the world, leaving nothing but the hum of the building and the loud, frantic pounding of my own heart. The dim light from the hallway barely reached the corners of this private space. Th
The private hallway to the master suite was quiet, but my mind was spinning with everything Eli had told me downstairs. Tobi’s car was gone. A total fireball in broad daylight. Andreas was tearing the city apart to protect his territory, and the walls were closing in on everyo
The air in the lower levels of the club was always cold, but tonight it felt completely freezing. Arthur walked down the concrete hallway, his footsteps making a low, dull sound against the floor. The echo of the bass from the main stage upstairs was just a faint vibration under his







