로그인"Well, you seem to have forgotten basic responsibility," Maddison shot back immediately, walking straight toward the table without hesitation. "Even if you're a chief here, do you think this behaviour of yours can be justified?" The tension in the room shifted dramatically. This was no longer internal. This was something public. Something dangerous.Maddison stopped in front of the table, his gaze locking directly with Raymond’s. "Do you even understand what your reckless decisions just caused?" Raymond’s eyes narrowed slightly. "Before raising your voice at me, I prefer you give an explanation, Mr. Maddison." Maddison let out a short, and humorless breath before speaking, his voice steady but heavy with accusation. "Ezekiel is in the hospital." The room froze completely. A few officers exchanged shocked glances."Injured? How does it happen to someone who disappeared all of a sudden from the middle of operation?" Raymond asked, his tone carefully neutral.Maddison laughed once, s
∆NO POV∆"Where is Ezekiel?"Raymond’s voice cut through the conference room, not in a loud voice, but sharp enough to make every officer present stiffen instinctively. The large table in front of him was buried under reports, operation logs, incomplete footage stills, and hastily written notes. None of it looked clean. None of it looked like a victory. And that was the problem.Just hours ago, Raymond had taken full credit when the initial intelligence came in. He had presented himself as the man who would finally corner Zachary, the one who would clean up the mess the department had failed to handle for years. The higher officials had backed him and trusted him.Now they were watching, waiting and judging.His phone had not stopped ringing for the past hour. Calls from superiors. Messages demanding explanations. Questions he didn’t have clean answers for.Five locations. Three completely empty. Two turned into absolute chaos. No arrest. No confirmed kill. And worse casualties. Ray
∆NO POV∆"I don't want him to die!"Zachary’s voice was very quiet compared to his usual tone, but the strain beneath it was impossible to miss. It wasn’t a command this time, nor a threat to any enemies. It sounded like something far more dangerous, a man trying desperately to hold onto control when everything was slipping through his fingers.The medical room remained dim except for the harsh white lights focused directly on Ezekiel’s still body. Machines hummed softly around them, their steady beeping is the only proof that he was still alive. Tubes ran into his arm, slowly replacing lost blood, while oxygen fed into lungs that struggled to keep working. The sight of it made something raw and painful twist deep inside Zachary’s chest.Xeon didn’t look at him when he responded. His attention stayed fixed on the monitors. "I already told you. He survived the surgery but what happens next depends on him." Zachary’s jaw tightened painfully, but he said nothing more. For the past twe
∆NO POV∆"No... That can't be true." Zachary’s voice was no longer merely cold or commanding. It was something far more dangerous now, something fractured under the unbearable pressure of fear. For perhaps the first time in his life, Zachary truly understood what desperation meant.The room itself felt suffocating under the sheer weight of his presence. Blood stained his expensive clothes, his hands, and even parts of the pristine medical floor beneath Ezekiel’s body. Xeon, however, remained maddeningly calm as his sharp gaze stayed fixed on the bullet wound. His gloved hands worked quickly, cutting away blood-soaked fabric with brutal efficiency."The bullet is dangerously deep," Xeon repeated, his tone clinical and emotionless despite the storm brewing in the room. "Blood loss is already severe. If I don’t remove it immediately, he’ll die. If I remove it carelessly, he may still die." Those words struck harder than any bullet ever could. For one horrifying moment, Zachary went c
••NO POV••"Little one!"For the first time since Zachary had met Ezekiel, his voice cracked with something no one had ever heard from him before, real, raw, and terrifying fear.The moment Ezekiel’s body slammed into his, shielding him from Raymond’s bullet, everything around Zachary seemed to stop. Gunfire still rang violently through the docks. Men shouted orders. Steel containers echoed with the impact of bullets. Floodlights shattered overhead, plunging parts of the area into darkness after the transformer explosion. But Zachary heard none of it clearly anymore.All his focus, every violent and calculated part of him, locked entirely onto the fragile body now collapsing in his arms."Ezekiel..."Not pet. Not little one. His actual name.Blood spread rapidly beneath Zachary’s fingers as he caught him before he could hit the ground. It was warm, far too warm, and there was too much of it. Ezekiel’s face had gone deathly pale almost instantly, his breathing shallow and broken as w
∆EZEKIEL POV∆"Stay sharp. Something feels off."Ryan’s voice came through the comm device clipped near his collar as our vehicle finally slowed near Sector Four, the fake location I had deliberately planted.The abandoned industrial zone looked exactly how I expected it to.Silent, empty and dead.Dim streetlights flickered weakly over rusted containers, broken fencing, and cracked pavement soaked in old oil stains. There were no suspicious movements, no shipment trucks, no armed guards, and no hidden signs of underground exchange either.Nothing.And that emptiness itself was enough to confirm one thing.My lie had worked.At least partially."You go east!""I'll handle south!""The two of you divide and go towards, north and west!"The officers around us spread out immediately, weapons raised, tactical boots crunching against gravel as they searched every corner with increasing confusion.Ryan frowned deeply beside me."This doesn’t make sense." I forced my breathing to remain st
∆NO POV∆"Aren't you going to answer?" Zachary raised an eyebrow, his voice was low, but the seriousness in it left no room for avoidance.Ezekiel’s throat tightened.For a moment he simply stared up at Zachary, the weight of that question pressing heavily against his chest while the cold air again
∆EZEKIEL∆"What's your motive behind following me?" Zachary asked in a voice that had suddenly lost all trace of amusement as his eyes fixed on me with a cold intensity that made the air in the room feel heavier.My heartbeat stumbled immediately because that tone was very different from the teasin
∆EZEKIEL∆"Didn’t you say you would do anything I say just a minute ago?" Zachary asked from the door, watching me with the calm patience of someone who already knew how this situation would end.For a brief moment I simply stared at him, then I forced out a bright laugh that sounded far more confi
∆EZEKIEL∆"Spread my legs? My ass," I shot back before my brain could catch up with my mouth. "Try it and I’ll break yours."For half a second there was silence, thick and uneasy.Then they laughed.Not normal laughter, but the kind that crawled under your skin







