MasukMichael’s POVFor a full thirty seconds after Theo told me he had cameras, I couldn’t hear anything except the pounding of my own heartbeat but I refused to let him see that.Shock is weakness and Theo thrived on that so I straightened, lifted my chin and lied.“I wasn’t in your house.”Theo’s expression didn’t change. If anything, it softened like he was observing something mildly disappointing.“You’re not very good at this,” he said calmly.“At what?”“Deception.”He pulled his phone out again and unlocked it with deliberate slowness, like he had all the time in the world then he stepped closerToo close.He angled the screen toward me again with a clear footage of multiple angles in different rooms.There I was, moving through his hallway, pausing outside his office and sneaking toward the back door.My stomach twisted. He had more cameras than I thought.“I don’t know who that is,” I said evenly.Theo blinked then he looked at me again.“You don’t know who that is?”“No.”He turn
Michael’s POV By early afternoon, I was in my home office staring at the glow of three monitors in front of me. Papers were scattered across my desk which involved shipping logs, dock schedules, customs registries, and business directories.If Theo was receiving a shipment tonight, I would find it.I had to.I leaned back in my chair and cracked my knuckles before leaning forward again, my fingers flying over the keyboard as i put in his name.He had too many companies. It was the perfect camouflage for something illegal.I clicked through port registries first to checm the eastern docks, commercial harbor and even private marina entries but there was nothing, no shipment listed under his company name scheduled for tonight.That didn’t mean anything. If he was smart, and he was, he wouldn’t use his own name.I opened another window and cross-referenced recently registered shell companies.I looked at cargo manifests flagged for “miscellaneous industrial equipment" but there was stil
Michael’s POVI didn’t leave and I should have but something made me want to stay.Every survival instinct in my body screamed at me to get out of that house while I still could now that Theo was distracted. The front door had opened and whoever stood outside had unknowingly given me a window but instead of heading straight for the back exit, I moved toward the staircase landing.Curiosity was a dangerous thing and I had always been weak when it came to danger.From where I stood, slightly elevated above the foyer, I could see the front entrance clearly without being immediately visible. The staircase railing cast thin shadows across my face, hiding me further in dim afternoon light.Theo opened the door. He was still wearing nothing but a towel loosely tied around his waist.Water droplets traced down his chest. His hair was damp, pushed back carelessly, giving him a wild, untamed look and standing at the door was Mrs. Hansley, our married neighbor.She was in her mid-thirties, alw
Michael’s POVI did not move, I did not breathe. The moment Theo stepped back into the office, still flushed from his run, I slipped deeper into the narrow blind spot between the tall bookshelf and the heavy velvet curtain that framed the window. It was barely enough space for me to stand upright, but it was enough.Theo shut the office door behind him with an absent push of his hand. His shirt clung to his skin, damp with sweat, outlining every sharp line of muscle beneath. A thin trail of sweat slid down from his neck to disappear beneath the waistband of his shorts and I swallowed my saliva.Focus, this wasn’t about his body, this was about the truth.His phone rang but Theo didn’t bother sitting down. He answered immediately, his voice low but edged with irritation.“What is it?”The tone alone made my stomach tighten.There was no friendliness, no business charm, just authority.“I told you the shipment arrives tonight. Not tomorrow, tonight.”Shipment?My pulse quickened.He
Michael’s POVThe moment my hand touched the cool metal of Theo’s gate, I felt the weight of what I was doing settle heavily in my chest.This wasn’t surveillance from a distance, this was intrusion.I inhaled slowly, straightened my shoulders, and pressed the access override I had already prepared on my phone. It took less than three seconds for the gate’s electronic lock to click open.Either Theo trusted his security system too much or he believed no one would dare test it.I walked in casually, shutting the gate behind me with controlled calm. The gravel path crunched softly beneath my shoes. The garden was pristine with trimmed hedges, beautiful stone features, and a small water installation that reflected the morning sun.Everything about this place screamed power.A soft voice interrupted my thoughts.“Good morning, Michael.”I turned.Mrs. Alvarez from two houses down stood near the edge of her property, trimming her roses. She was in her late fifties, warm smile, observant e
Michael’s POVI had not slept well the night before.Theo Park’s house stood directly across from ours like a silent evil. Even in the early hours of the morning, before the suburban town had properly woken, his compound looked perfect.I stood by the living room window with a mug of coffee that had long gone cold in my hand, my eyes fixed on the faint glow from one of the upstairs windows in Theo’s house. I was using my binoculars to watch and I wasn’t going to take any chances.If Theo was hiding something, I would find it, because if he went down, if I could expose him, prove whatever shady business the director suspected then he would be arrested, removed and gone from my life, Henry’s life and everything could go back to how it was before.I adjusted the googles in my hands, watching the window but there was nothing.Theo was either clean, which I didn’t believe for a second, or he was extremely careful.I exhaled slowly.“Come on, make a mistake” I muttered under my breath.Th







