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Theo's POVI was really exhausted.Everything felt like it was falling apart around me, and every time I thought I had gotten control of a situation, something else immediately appeared to make things worse.Tonight was a perfect example. One minute I had been threatening Fernando's ridiculous boyfriend.The next minute Henry and Kim had witnessed enough suspicious behavior to potentially create an entirely new disaster and now I was walking toward Kim's room, trying to figure out how I was supposed to explain everything."This is becoming a nightmare," I muttered.Roberto walked beside me."You've had worse.""That's painfully the truth" I agreed. Roberto chuckled despite the tension but I didn't. My injuries still hurt, sy head hurt and most importantly, Michael was still angry with me.That alone was enough to ruin my mood.When we reached Kim's room, I immediately heard voices coming from inside. One was Kim, the other was Henry.More specifically, Henry sounded very agitated.Ro
Fernando’s POVThe moment the towel slipped to the floor, the room seemed to grow impossibly quiet and for a second, neither of us moved or even dared to speak. I could hear Michael's uneven breathing, could see the conflict written all over his face. The same conflict I had been watching for days, maybe even years.He wanted to pull away, but he wanted to stay and that battle was tearing him apart."Fernando..." he whispered, her throat vibrating beneath the touch of my lips on them. My name left his lips like a warning, or maybe a plea. Even he didn't seem sure.I stepped closer and gently touched his face. The bravado I usually carried vanished for a moment because beneath all the arguments, the jealousy, and the stubbornness, there was only one truth.I had missed him terribly, my now throbbing cock was a testament of how much I had spent visualising how this moment would play out.My thumb brushed his cheek and Michael closed his eyes briefly. That simple reaction sent warmth t
Michael’s POVI was beginning to think I had completely lost my mind.For what felt like the hundredth time in the last twenty minutes, I paced across my bedroom floor, stopped near the window, turned around, and started pacing again.My thoughts were a complete disaster, filled with thoughts of Fernando, and the deal tonight. I dragged a hand through my damp hair and groaned."What am I doing?"The empty room offered no answer.Usually, my bedroom was the one place where I could think clearly. Today, it felt like a prison because no matter how hard I tried, my thoughts kept returning to the same thing.The stupid agreement, ridiculously manipulative agreement.I stopped pacing and stared at my reflection in the mirror."He's crazy" I said.My reflection stared back, tired and frustrated.I folded my arms then immediately unfolded them again but nothing felt comfortable.I wanted Fernando gone. At least, that's what I kept telling myself. His presence had brought danger, chaos, argum
Theo's POVCarlos was still on the floor, clutching his injured arm while Roberto's men worked on stopping the bleeding.Everything about him irritated me but what irritated me most was the reason he was here.Fernando.Everything always came back to Fernando.Carlos sat against the wall looking pale, frightened, and considerably less arrogant than he had been a few minutes ago when he thought he was safe.Now there was a gun pointed at his head.And for the first time since I had met him, Carlos looked genuinely terrified."Theo..." Roberto said carefully.I didn't take my eyes off Carlos who swallowed visibly. His voice trembled slightly."You're not actually going to shoot me" he said.I smiled but it wasn't a pleasant one. It only made him look more afraid."Oh, I absolutely am considering it" I said.His face immediately lost what little color remained."That's insane."I laughed."Coming from Fernando's obsessive boyfriend?" I shot at him.Carlos looked offended, even now, with
Michael’s POVI had expected Fernando to refuse, I had expected him to be stubborn, what I hadn't expected was this.Fernando still held my wrist, refusing to let me leave. His dark eyes were fixed on mine with an intensity that made my chest tighten."Fernando, be reasonable," I said slowly, trying to remain calm."I am being reasonable" he argued. I let out a humorless laugh."No. You're not."I pulled against his grip but he didn't let go and that only irritated me more."You're acting like a child" I shot at him."And you're trying to send me away" he said."Because it's safer" I replied. "For who?" He asked.I sighed heavily."Everyone" I answered. Fernando's expression hardened immediately."You keep talking about everyone, but what about me?" His grip tightened slightly as he asked.I stared at him. For a brief moment, I saw something vulnerable behind his usual arrogance and it made my chest ache."Fernando..."He shook his head."No, you don't get to do that" he said."Do
Theo's POVThe gunshot still echoed through the house and for a few seconds after Roberto pulled the trigger, neither of us moved.The scream that followed was what finally snapped me out of my shock.Someone had definitely been hit."Shit," Roberto cursed, already moving toward the door.I was right behind him.My injuries protested immediately, sending pain through my side and leg, but I ignored it. Right now, I needed to know who had been outside my room.Roberto pulled open the door and the hallway lights illuminated a figure collapsed against the wall.There was blood everywhere and my eyes widened."What the hell?" I thundered. Roberto looked just as shocked as I felt because neither of us had expected to see the person lying there."Carlos?"The man groaned. His expensive designer jacket was stained red and one hand was clutching his upper arm where blood was steadily pouring through his fingers.His face was pale, his makeup was slightly smudged. Yet despite everything, he st
Michael’s POVI should have known better than to expect a normal night.For once, I had wanted something simple. A quiet evening, a decent conversation, and the fleeting illusion of normalcy. But of course, that wasn’t something I was allowed to have. Not when Fernando was involved.The moment I h
Michael’s POVThe rag in my hand was soaked with blood.Colin’s blood.I dragged it across the cold floor, watching as the deep red colour before disappearing into the sponge. My jaw clenched, my fingers tightening around the sponge as I scrubbed harder. My arms burned, but I didn’t stop.Not beca
Micheal's POV I slammed my phone down on the nightstand, my fingers gripping the edges of the cheap plastic case so tightly that I thought I might snap it in half. Ethan wasn’t answering my calls. Again.I had tried six times already since this morning, and each time, the call had gone straight t
Michael’s POVThe room felt colder than before.Or maybe it was just the way Fernando was looking at me.I stood in front of him, my body tensed, every nerve on high alert. Something was wrong. I could see it in his eyes—the way they were darker, almost wild, as if something inside him was unravel







