登入Michael’s POVThe silence that followed felt heavier than any argument we had shared all night.Fernando had stopped walking and now everyone in the hallway seemed to be waiting to see what I would say next.Honestly, I wasn't entirely sure myself.A few minutes ago, I had punched him, now I was standing here feeling guilty about it.Fernando turned around slowly, his expression calmer now. Though I could still see the redness on his jaw from where I had hit him.The sight made me feel even worse."Why did you stop me?" he asked.The question was simple but the answer wasn't."I shouldn't have punched you" I said.Fernando raised an eyebrow. That was apparently not what he had expected to hear.Ashley looked surprised, Nick looked equally shocked and Fernando stared at me for several seconds then a small smile appeared."I'll remember this moment forever" he said.I immediately regretted apologizing."Don't make it weird."His smile widened."I can't help it."I let out a long sigh an
Fernando's POVThe punch landed far harder than I ever would have expected from Michael.I staggered backward, the taste of blood immediately filling my mouth.For several seconds, I couldn't even process what had happened.Michael had hit me and the entire hallway had gone silent.A nurse stood frozen near us, Nick looked stunned, Ashley looked shocked and even Henry looked horrified.I slowly lifted a hand and touched my jaw."Damn," I muttered.Michael looked furious. His eyes were blazing, his chest rose and fell rapidly and his fists remained clenched at his sides.I had seen Michael angry before many times but this was different."What the hell is wrong with you?" he demanded.The hallway echoed with his voice and I stared at him, still trying to understand how things had deteriorated this quickly then I noticed something else.Beneath all that anger was fear and immediately I knew why.Theo.Of course.My jaw tightened as Michael took a step forward."Did you do it?" He asked.
Michael’s POVEverything happened so fast.One moment Theo was standing in the doorway, the next he was collapsing into my arms and now doctors and nurses were rushing him through the hospital corridors while I struggled to keep up.My hands were stained with his blood but the realization wouldn't leave my mind.I stared at the dark red streaks on my skin as I jogged alongside the moving stretcher.The sight made my stomach twist.Theo's eyes were closed now, his face had become alarmingly pale. Machines beeped around him, voices echoed from every direction and the medical team moved with frightening efficiency."BP is dropping.""Get another line ready.""Move!""Let's go, let's go!"I tried to stay beside him, I really did but eventually a nurse stepped in front of me."Sir, you need to stop here" she said."What?""You can't go any further."I stared at her."What do you mean I can't go any further?""The operating area is restricted" she replied. "They just brought him in.""I kno
Fernando's POVThe night felt colder than before, or maybe it was just me, especially after everything that had happened since the sky turned dark.The streetlights cast long shadows across the pavement as my men moved around the scene, speaking into radios and handling the aftermath of the confrontation.They removed the dead bodies of those bastards who thought they could mess with the heir of the Ramirez family empire. As they worked, I barely paid attention. My focus remained entirely on Henry.He stood a few feet away from me, frozen in place, the plastic snack bag hung loosely from one hand.His face had gone pale, his eyes looked distant and I hated seeing him like that.For years I had imagined what it would be like to have my son back in my life. I had imagined conversations, arguments, awkward reunions, maybe even resentment but I had never imagined this.I exhaled slowly."Henry."He didn't answer immediately. His eyes remained fixed on the ground."Henry" I called again.
Michael’s POVBy the time I reached the hospital, my patience wasn’t just gone, it felt like it had been scraped out of me and left somewhere back on that road between the restaurant and here.Every red light I hit on the way felt personal, every second Fernando’s name flashed on my phone felt like pressure building behind my eyes and every time I ignored him, he called again like the idea of silence was unacceptable to him.I finally stopped checking my phone altogether because if I kept looking at it, I might have done something stupid like throw it out the window.The hospital entrance was brighter than I wanted but I had to deal with it.I stepped inside carrying a large paper bag of food which was Ashley and Nick’s dinner that had turned into a late-night apology for the chaos they had been dragged into.A nurse at the front desk looked up.“Good evening, sir.”“Evening,” I muttered without slowing down.I didn’t stop walking until I reached the private wing.The corridor was qui
Fernando’s POVThe night air felt strangely calm, especially after what had just happened.I sat in the backseat of my vehicle as the convoy moved away from the intersection.Nobody spoke, none of my men dared to.The sound of gunfire still echoed faintly in my memory. The shattered glass, the bullets hitting Theo's vehicle trapped between ours.The entire thing had happened quickly and now it was over.At least, that was what I told myself.I stared out the window, streetlights passed by one after another.The city looked peaceful, as if nothing had happened. As if a few minutes ago I hadn't ordered armed men to open fire on another man's car.I rubbed my jaw.For some reason, my thoughts weren't on Theo. They were on Michael.Everything always seemed to come back to Michael.I pulled out my phone and for several seconds I stared at his contact information then I pressed call.The phone rang and rang but no answer.I wasn't surprised.Michael was angry, furious, actually. The image o
Michael’s POV I didn’t think I could ever get used to this kind of extravagance. The moment we approached the front desk, my palms started sweating, and not because I was nervous about fashion. It was because I already had a sinking feeling about what the bill was going to look like. Ashley w
Fernando’s POV The call had ended with a bang. Not a click, not static, not even the tired drone of a battery running out. No—what I heard was the kind of bang that echoed down to your bones, the kind that ripped the air apart and filled it with the smell of iron and dread. Michael. My mind scr
Michael’s POV The morning light spilled faintly through the curtains and I sat cross-legged on the bed, staring at the open suitcase in front of me. My clothes were folded neatly inside, yet the weight of each shirt and pair of jeans pressed heavier on my chest than stone. Today was the day I
Michael’s POV I had lost count of how long I had been pacing the cold hospital corridor. Every time a door creaked open, every time a nurse walked by with a clipboard or cart, my heart shot up into my throat, thinking maybe it’s about her, maybe it’s news about Ashley. But it never was. Ashley







