FAZER LOGINSergei's POVDerek was sniveling before I'd even shut the door behind me, already backed against the wall of the safe house like distance might actually save him from what was coming."I did everything you asked." His voice cracked on the last word, sweat beading along his hairline despite the room's chill. "I confessed exactly like you told me to, I stuck to the story—""You laughed." I crossed the room slowly, watching him flinch with every step. "In front of them. In the interrogation room. You couldn't help yourself, could you.""It was nerves, I didn't mean—""It doesn't matter what you meant." I grabbed a fistful of his shirt, hauling him up onto his toes, close enough that I watched his pulse hammer visibly in his throat. "It matters what it costs us. Three witnesses in that room watched a man laugh about killing a woman he claimed to love. That's not nerves, Derek, that's a headline. That's Lorenzo deciding he'll burn the whole city down before he lets this go quietly.""I'll
Jovan's POV "Let me see." I turned her wrist gently and she winced. The cuts weren't too deep. "This needs cleaning.""I'm fine." She answered."You're bleeding on the floor. Sergei even told you that." I glanced up at Lorenzo. "She should come stay with us. At least for a while.""No." Lena pulled her arm back, wincing in pain. Marcus went upstairs and he returned with a towel and a first aid kit which he set beside me."Lena, he was inside this house." I said. “He knows where you live.”"I know. I was the one thrown through a table.""So let us help you." Lorenzo chipped in. “God knows what he'll do next.”"You want to help me?" She looked up at me, exhausted. "Then stop chasing this."Lorenzo went still. "What?""Stop pursuing the case." She answered and we all looked at one another, confused."We need to get justice for Maria.""I know that." Her voice cracked. "But what has justice actually done for us? Derek confessed and walked free. A man just broke into my house and pointed
Lena's POVI sat in the living roomdrinking the tea he'd made which was a bit sugary but my life was already bitter. A little bit of sweetness wouldn't hurt.Lorenzo and the rest had gone to the police station and I was anxiously waiting to know what the next step was so when the door bell rang, I was up on my feet in seconds to answer it.I opened the door expecting Lorenzo but I came face to face with a man in a tuxedo whose eyes were hidden by the hat and the dark shades he had on.“Who are you?” I asked.“Are you Lena?” He asked and I was a bit skeptical but I answered anyways. Maybe Lorenzo had sent him.“Yes, and you are?”He slowly took off the hat then he reached for the glasses and the tattooes that peeked out of his sleeve was what set off my alarms.I slammed the door before he could speak. He caught it with one hand, barely trying, and shoved it open hard enough that I stumbled back into the hallway."That's rude," he said, stepping inside like he owned the place. "I only
Lorenzo's pov"What do you mean you released him?!" I slammed my fists on the table and the pen holder toppled over.How could he sit there with a floss by the side of his lips and tell me that he had released Derek because of lack of evidence?!What more evidence did they need?Inspector Alvarez leaned forward, both arms on the table. "Mr Lorenzo, I didn't fully release him. For now, the police will be on his tail and if we find anything substantial, we'll have him behind bars in a second." He added."Bullshit," Dante hissed in annoyance. "He confessed to throwing her from the balcony, so what fucking evidence do you need again?!""Language, Mr. Dante." Alvarez warned and I knew Dante wanted to flip him off so bad.I let out a humorless laugh. He was correcting Dante's language? What was his concern?Alvarez turned his attention back to me. “Mr Lorenzo, it is against the law to hold someone when there is no evidence and he was forced to speak under duress. He did it because Jovan wan
Elias Voss POVI hated police stations so much and the funny thing was that I used to be one and I can say that it was one of the most corrupt systems ever.Which made it very easy to secure the bail and toss the file out. I'd been told to come by seven before the day began to avoid any hassle or interruptions from anyone.Derek was brought out and uncuffed. The officer at the desk led me to his boss's office.“Mr Alvarez,” I smiled. “It's been a while since we met. I see you've been keeping the crime rates down.”Alvarez gestured to the empty seat and I sat down. He wasted no time getting down to business and that was the reason why I was happy that he was in charge of this precinct.“It took a lot of forged evidence and testimonies to get the higher ups to turn a blind eye to this case.”I nodded. “I know, which is why Sergei will continue to reward you for your work as long as you keep doing it.”I unzipped my briefcase under his greedy eyes and I pulled out the big envelope Sergei
Lorenzo's POVWe finally got Lena back into the house and she sat on the couch, Jovan's arm still wrapped around her while she quietly sobbed.I stepped outside to the porch to make a phone call. Marcus answered on the second ring."Is Lena okay?" he asked. "I've been trying to reach her for a while now but she's not answering. I'm just—""Calm down, Marcus." I cut him off. "She's fine. I'm at her house with Jovan. He's holding her inside.""Thank god." A breath left him, ragged. "I've been losing my mind out here.""What's going on with the lawyer situation? You said something earlier, before all this.""That's the part I don't understand." His voice tightened. "I called Bertram first thing, figured we'd have him retained before the sun even came up. He turned it down.” He informed me.I raised a brow, confused. Why would Bertram refuse a job from me?“What do you mean he refused to take up this case when you reached out to him?”“I'm as surprised as you are.” He answered. “He didn't
Jovan's POVIt was the blood that told me something had gone wrong before I even saw him.I had been awake — I was always awake now, because sleep in this place felt like surrender, and I was not ready to surrender — when I heard the estate shift.I was at the window before I knew I had moved.Lore
Lorenzo's POVJust like a vampire, I was never seen during the day but my business hours were at night time.The meeting was supposed to be civil.That was the word Grayson had used when he briefed me on the drive over. A sit-down between men who had grievances and enough shared interest to keep t
Lorenzo's POVI had dealt with hostile men before;Cartel lieutenants who had smuggled weapons under diplomatic plates. Politicians who had embezzled their way into debt and called it oversight. Rivals who had come to negotiating tables with knives hidden under their sleeves and smiles borrowed fro
JOVAN'S POVThe worst pain I'd ever felt aside from taking a kick to the balls was getting my head smashed into a wall.I woke up with a banging headache and it felt as though my head was a bit swollen at the side as I struggled to get off the bed.A….bed? Since when did hotel lobbied have…..? Wai







