Masuk🔥 Will Michael’s brutal warning keep Marlo and Archer at bay—or is this just the beginning of a deadly war for Henry’s future? What secrets lie behind their sudden interest in the boy… and how far will Michael go to protect Fernando's son? Stay tuned for the next chapter 🔥
Michael’s POVMy entire body felt overheated, every breath came out uneven, every thought inside my head had dissolved into complete chaos and Theo looked entirely too pleased about that.I was still bent slightly against the dining table, gripping the edge tightly while Theo slowly straightened behind me again, his hands sliding firmly along my waist.The smug satisfaction radiating from him was almost unbearable.I turned my head slightly, breathing hard as his whiped the saliva on his mouth with the back of his hand.“You taste divine” he said.The confidence in his voice sent another wave of heat through me.Theo turned me around slowly after that, his hands careful but firm as he guided me back against the edge of the table. His eyes moved over my face, studying every reaction like he was trying to memorize me.The intensity of his stare alone nearly ruined what little composure I had left.“You look beautiful like this,” he murmured softly.Flustered warmth immediately crawled u
Michael’s POVThe moment Theo kissed me whatever restraint I had left disappeared completely.My back pressed lightly against the counter as Theo stepped into my space again, his mouth moving against mine with a slow intensity that made my heartbeat spiral completely out of control.God.This man kissed like he had been starving for it.Theo’s fingers slid along my waist possessively before gripping my hips, pulling me flush against him until I could feel the heat of his body through our clothes.A quiet sound escaped my throat before I could stop it and Theo immediately reacted to it.His mouth curved faintly against mine.“There you are,” he murmured softly.I barely had time to process the words before he kissed me again, harder this time.His hand moved upward, fingers sliding beneath the hem of my shirt slowly, deliberately, like he wanted to memorize every inch of skin he touched.I sucked in a sharp breath at the contact and Theo noticed immediately.“You’re sensitive,” he mutt
Michael’s POVThe limousine finally stopped in front of Theo’s house and for a moment, neither of us moved.The soft hum of the engine filled the silence while the headlights illuminated the quiet street ahead. Across the road, my house stood dark and still beneath the night sky.The driver stepped out first and opened the door for us then I followed Theo out into the cool night air, adjusting my coat slightly as the limousine door shut behind me.The driver nodded respectfully.“Goodnight, sir.”Theo waved lazily.“Try not to sleep at the wheel this time" he cautioned.The poor man looked horrified again while I laughed under my breath then the limousine finally pulled away from the curb and disappeared down the quiet street.The sudden silence afterward felt strangely intimate.Theo shoved his hands into his pockets and glanced toward me.“You coming inside?” he asked.I hesitated briefly.Tonight had already been emotionally exhausting, and being alone with Theo again after everyth
Michael’s POVThe cold night air hit my face the moment I stepped out of the restaurant. For the first time in what felt like hours, I could finally breathe properly.I rubbed my forehead tiredly as I walked down the elegant restaurant steps toward the parking lot, my shoes scraping softly against the pavement.I shoved my hands into my pockets as I reached the parking lot and immediately slowed down when I noticed the limousine still parked there beneath the dim overhead lights.I blinked.Why was it still here?I had assumed Theo had already gone home after Fernando humiliated both of us inside the restaurant.Guilt immediately settled heavily inside my chest. I sighed softly and pulled out my phone.For a moment, I hesitated then finally I called Theo. The phone barely rang twice before he answered.“Well, are you done talking with your husband?” Theo’s voice came through calmly, though there was obvious exhaustion beneath it. The word husband made my stomach twist again.“I’m sor
Fernando’s POVI could already tell from Michael’s expression that he wasn’t going to agree.He sat across from me with his arms folded tightly over his chest, his eyes guarded and exhausted beneath the warm amber glow of the hanging lights above us.Michael sighed heavily and rubbed his temple.“You really expect me to just pack up and move back to New York with you?” he asked.“Yes" I replied. His eyes narrowed immediately.“At least you’re honest.”“There’s no point lying to you.”Michael gave me a look.“That’s ironic coming from you" he said. I leaned back slightly in my chair and studied him carefully.“You’re safer there” I said.“That’s not enough reason" he countered. I drummed my fingers once lightly against the table before speaking again.“You and Henry shouldn’t stay here after everything that happened.”Michael looked away briefly toward the restaurant windows and despite all the anger between us, seeing him like this still clawed at something deep inside my chest.Mi
Michael’s POVI could feel Fernando staring at me. He was studying me the way a starving man stared at food after days without eating.And honestly, It was beginning to irritate me.The restaurant around us had slowly returned to normal after Theo left, but I could still feel the occasional curious glance from nearby tables. People were whispering quietly, pretending not to look in our direction while absolutely looking in our direction.Typical.Fernando, meanwhile, looked completely unaffected by the attention.Of course he did.He sat across from me with the same effortless dominance he carried everywhere, one arm lazily resting on the table while the expensive watch on his wrist glinted beneath the warm restaurant lighting.Everything about him screamed power and once upon a time, I had loved that about him.Now, I didn’t know what I felt anymore.I picked up my glass of water mostly because I needed something to do with my hands. Fernando’s eyes followed the movement immediately.
Michael’s POVThe ambulance lights blinked ahead like angry gods screaming warnings. Red, white light were flashing continuously against the street as the back doors slammed closed.“Move! Let’s go!” one of the EMTs shouted.We were already running.Me, Marlo, Mortis and Emilio.All of us entered i
Archer’s POV The glass shattered. It hit the wall like my fury had hit my chest—loud, splintering, and irreparable. I stumbled back, one hand gripping the edge of the long mahogany dining table. My legs trembled under me, weighted not just with drink, but with rage and a thick, bitter dread I c
Michael’s POV Pain.It hit me in waves—sharp, stinging, relentless. The bullet hadn’t gone in, but it had grazed deep enough to rip through skin and flesh like a hot blade. My upper arm throbbed violently, and though I had managed to sit upright, the dizziness clawing at my vision made it feel li
Michael’s POV It was pitch black under the hood. It felt hot, stifling and suffocating. The van bounced over a pothole and I knocked the side of my head against Nick’s shoulder. He didn’t say anything—he hadn’t since we were put in here—but I could hear his uneven breathing through the fabric of







