Masuk🔥 Will Michael discover what secret Fernando and Marlo are hiding? 👉 Don’t miss the next chapter.
Michael’s POVHenry had been taken to meet a medic who checked a bruise along his wrist where Marlo’s men had restrained him.I sat a few feet away on a metal chair while Director Hale stood in front of me with his arms folded across his chest and for the past twenty minutes, I had told him everything.Or at least as much as I could.Hale remained quiet for a long time after I finished speaking. His sharp eyes studied me carefully then finally he exhaled slowly.“Well, that’s significantly worse than I expected” he muttered. A tired laugh escaped me before I could stop it.“Sorry.”“You should be.”There wasn’t real anger in his voice though, mostly disbelief.Hale shook his head slightly and paced a few steps away before turning back toward me again.“When Luca recommended you three to me, I knew something was unusual" he said slowly.I frowned faintly.“You did?”“Michael, you, Ashley, and Nick showed up in town with almost perfect documentation, military-level survival instincts,
Michael’s POVOne second Theo had been preparing to shoot me, and the next, Federal agents were flooding the building.Marlo’s expression twisted into something dark and furious as he looked around and realized the truth immediately.They were trapped and outnumbered.One of his men raised his gun nervously, but before he could finish speaking, several laser sights landed directly on his chest.“DON’T EVEN THINK ABOUT IT!” an agent barked sharply.The man froze instantly.Anabelle cursed under her breath beside Marlo, fury radiating from every inch of her.“This is impossible.”Mortis stepped protectively closer to Marlo automatically, his sharp eyes scanning every exit in the warehouse but there was nowhere to go.Agents surrounded every side now.I felt Henry suddenly slam into me a second later. His arms wrapped tightly around me so fast it almost knocked the breath from my lungs.“Dad—”His voice cracked badly. I immediately grabbed him tightly too qnd for the first time since all
Theo’s POVMy hand had never shaken like this before, but now, standing in the middle of that filthy warehouse with a gun pointed at Michael while Henry cried beside me, I felt completely broken.The weight of the weapon in my hand suddenly felt unbearable.Michael stood a few feet away from me with his eyes closed, like he had already accepted death.There was pain written all over him, hidden beneath the stillness qnd somehow, despite everything he had done, I couldn’t hate him anymore.My grip tightened painfully around the gun.“Do it,” Marlo said casually.I snapped my head toward him instantly and the bastard looked completely relaxed, like this was entertainment.Henry glared at him with so much hatred it almost startled me.“Shut up,” Henry hissed.Marlo smirked faintly.“You really are Fernando’s son.”Henry looked ready to attack him physically despite the guns aimed around us.Michael must’ve sensed it too because even with his eyes closed, he spoke quietly.“Henry.”Immedi
Michael’s POVTheo looked shattered. His arm was extended toward me, but not steadily. The gun wavered slightly, his breathing uneven, his jaw tight and his eyes looked haunted.I knew that expression. I had worn it before, years ago on the night Fernando died.My chest tightened painfully at the memory.Henry moved closer to Theo immediately, panic written all over his face.“No, no, no—” he said sharply, shaking his head. “Henry,” I murmured quietly.“No! This is insane!" He said.His voice cracked this time. He looked between Theo and me like he could somehow stop all of this if he just spoke loudly enough.Marlo looked mildly irritated now.“I’m beginning to lose patience with the dramatics.”“Shut up!” Henry snapped.Every gun in the room shifted toward him instantly and my heart nearly stopped.“Henry,” I warned immediately.But he didn’t care anymore. His eyes were wet with emotion as he glared at Marlo.“You said you wanted me, right? Then take me!” he said angrily.“Henry—”
Theo’s POVEverything inside me went cold the moment I heard Kim’s voice through that phone, the kind of terror only a parent could understand.The warehouse suddenly felt suffocating.The broken lights overhead blurred faintly as rage crashed through my chest so violently that for a second I genuinely couldn’t think straight.Kim was terrified and Marlo was smiling.That was the part that shattered whatever control I had left.I moved before I could stop myself.I grabbed the front of Marlo’s expensive coat violently and slammed him backward hard enough to make the chair behind him scrape loudly across the concrete.“You touch my daughter and I swear to God I will kill you" I said, my voice rough. The entire warehouse erupted into movement instantly.Mortis stepped forward sharply, several men raised their guns but Marlo laughed.The sound echoed through the warehouse and made my skin crawl. His hands remained calm at his sides while I held him by the collar.“No, you won’t" he said
Michael’s POVFor one terrifying second after I stepped out of the shadows, all I could focus on was Henry.The sight of him standing there sent such overwhelming relief crashing through me that my knees almost weakened.I tightened my grip slightly around the gun in my hand and forced myself to stay sharp.Marlo stood several feet away from us, staring at Theo with an expression so full of betrayal and rage that the entire warehouse seemed colder because of it.Anabelle looked equally furious. Her perfect composure had finally cracked completely.“This is your fault,” she hissed at Theo.Theo ignored her while Mortis remained eerily calm.Marlo finally laughed softly. The sound echoed unpleasantly through the warehouse.“You fooled me.”Theo’s jaw tightened.“That must be unfamiliar for you.”Marlo’s eyes darkened instantly. I stepped slightly closer while keeping the gun pointed steadily on him.“Enough games” I said and every pair of eyes shifted toward me immediately.“Tell your m
Michael’s POV I leaned against the edge of a table, running my hand along the surface, and listened to Emilio curse softly under his breath. He was standing by the corner, his phone in hand, the black screen reflecting faintly against his face. “Dead,” he muttered, shaking his head. “I knew it.
Michael’s POV The clock above Ashley’s bed ticked louder than it should have, or maybe it was just my nerves, the way each second gnawed at me. I had been sitting there for hours, but now I found myself standing, gathering the basket I had brought earlier, making sure she had water within reach.
Michael’s POV I excused myself with a quiet word. Fernando caught my eye as I stepped away from the foyer, his brow lifting slightly, but he didn’t stop me. That was one of the things about him, he could command a room with a look, but he also knew when to let someone slip away without question.
Fernando’s POV I walked with Mortis on my left and Emilio on my right, both dressed in the dark suits I insisted on, the kind that made men like us look untouchable. They spoke to me, their voices low but eager, as though every word they uttered was meant to affirm the empire I had been building







