Mag-log in∆NO POV∆"Are you alright?"Ryan's voice sounded distant at first, almost as if it were coming from the other side of a long tunnel.Ezekiel blinked slowly, and the hallway outside Raymond's office tilted slightly before settling back into place.For several seconds, he simply stood there staring at nothing while Raymond's words echoed relentlessly through his mind.Photographs, threats, Ariana and most importantly deadline of one week, the pressure inside his chest felt unbearable."Zeke."A hand landed firmly on his shoulder, this time he reacted.Ryan was standing directly in front of him now, concern written plainly across his face. "Dude, are you okay?"Ezekiel forced a nod.Unfortunately, Ryan looked completely unconvinced, he just grabbed Ezekiel's arm before guiding him down the hallway."You look like you're about to collapse.""I'm fine.""That was the weakest lie I've heard this month."Ezekiel wanted to argue, he really did and the problem was that he no longer trusted his
∆NO POV∆"This all started because of you, Chief Raymond."The accusation landed heavily between them, sharp enough to make the older man visibly pause. For the first time since the conversation began, a flicker of surprise crossed Raymond's face before it was quickly replaced by irritation."Me?" He frowned deeply, leaning back in his chair as if he had just heard something absurd. "What the hell are you talking about, Ezekiel?"Ezekiel held his gaze without backing down. "You're the one who assigned me to get close to Zachary. You're the one who wanted information, access, and evidence. You gave me the mission, and now you're acting surprised because I did exactly what was necessary to complete it."Raymond's expression darkened slightly as the words settled in the room."So if anyone is responsible for this situation," Ezekiel continued calmly, "it's not me. It's you."However, Raymond quietly took a breath of relief. For a brief moment, he had assumed Ezekiel was about to reveal
∆NO POV∆"Watch my words?" Raymond repeated, his voice calm enough to make the room feel colder. He slowly leaned back in his chair before folding his hands together on top of the desk. "Tell me something, Agent Ezekiel. Have you forgotten who you're speaking to, or have you simply spent too much time around criminals recently?"Ezekiel refused to look away. Every instinct told him he was standing on dangerous ground, but backing down now would only make things worse. Raymond had already decided this wasn't a professional conversation anymore. This was an interrogation disguised as a discussion, and the older man wasn't interested in explanations. He wanted a confession.For a moment, the room became completely silent.The rain continued tapping softly against the windows, but somehow even that sound felt distant now."It's not my fault for how I reacted since you're the first to provoke me by bringing up my personal things when you yourself gave a task." Ezekiel countered back maki
∆NO POV∆"Did you really enjoy getting pampered by a Mafia King?"The question settled heavily inside the room like a stone dropped into still water.For a brief moment, Ezekiel genuinely wondered if he had heard Raymond correctly. The words hung in the air, sharp and deliberate, cutting through the professional facade they had maintained until now.Raymond remained relaxed behind his desk, fingers loosely folded together, his expression calm and unreadable as ever. Only his eyes were sharp, watching, waiting, studying every tiny reaction that might slip through Ezekiel’s carefully controlled mask.Ezekiel forced himself not to look away, even as his pulse quickened and a cold dread settled deep in his stomach. He kept his voice steady, though it took more effort than he wanted to admit."I don't know what you're talking about, sir."Raymond smiled, not warmly or kindly, but the kind of smile that made people uncomfortable without them even knowing why."I expected a better lie.""I w
∆EZEKIEL POV∆"The house feels too quiet without that man."The thought slipped into my mind before I could stop it, lingering like an unwelcome guest I couldn’t quite shake off. I sat at the small dining table inside Maddison’s apartment, absentmindedly pushing food around my plate while trying to ignore the exhaustion clinging to my body. I couldn't even sit properly on the chair, all because of that bastard, it's really awkward and embarrassing.The past few hours had been a whirlwind of chaos, arguments, mysteries, stalkers, and emotions I still wasn’t ready to unpack.... Especially a rogue who ruined my body again and again.Across from me, Maddison was eating like someone preparing for winter.Honestly, I had never understood how one person could consume that much food without exploding.For several minutes, only the sound of cutlery filled the apartment.Then Maddison looked up. "Where did Zachary go?" I immediately stuffed a large piece of toast into my mouth."Work." Madd
∆EZEKIEL POV∆"Zachary… come back soon."Those were the only words I remember mumbling before drifting into sleep last night.The fresh sun rays fell straight on my eyes forcing me to wake up.I woke up to an intense, and deep ache spreading through every muscle in my body. My back hurt, my thighs burned, my ass throbbed painfully, and even breathing felt like a workout. I groaned softly, trying to shift under the blanket, but the movement only made the soreness worse. Memories of last night flooded back in vivid, filthy detail, the way Zachary had folded me, spanked me, made me twerk, and fucked me in positions I didn’t even know were possible.But in the morning I couldn't find that rogue anywhere, where exactly did he dissapear to after breaking me for whole night? Did he leave already? But why didn't he wait till I woke up? Before I could fully process anything, the bedroom door swung open without a knock.Maddison walked in casually, holding two cups of coffee, and froze mid-s
∆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







