LOGINMichael’s POVThe gun was still pressed firmly against the back of my helmet. The man holding it watched me with narrowed eyes, like a predator that had finally cornered its prey."How do you know that name?" I asked him but he ignored me.“Take the helmet off” he said calmly, My hands were now raised slightly in surrender, but my mind was racing.If he saw my face, everything would collapse. All the lies I had carefully built to keep our lives normal would explode.I forced myself to breathe slowly.“You still haven’t answered my question,” I said and the man frowned.“What question?”“How you know that name.”He tilted his head slightly.“Ramirez?”“Yes.”He stared at me for a moment, then chuckled quietly.“Interesting,” he muttered.“Why?”“Because most people would deny knowing it.”“I’m curious,” I replied carefully and his grin returned.“You should be afraid instead.”My jaw tightened inside the helmet.“Answer the question.”The man studied me like I was a puzzle piece that
Michael’s POVI stayed in the shadows behind a stack of shipping crates, barely breathing. Inside the massive warehouse, the overhead lights hummed softly.Theo stood near the center of the space with three other men. Even from this distance, his presence commanded attention.His back was straight, his shoulders broad beneath his fitted jacket. His voice carried clearly across the open warehouse as he spoke with calm authority.“They've arrived, right?” Theo asked.One of the men nodded. “Customs clearance already went through” he replied. “Good, no mistakes this time” Theo replied coolly. My pulse quickened.This was it.Exactly the kind of coded language people used when they were moving drugs or weapons.I leaned forward slightly, keeping my helmet low so the visor hid my face. The dark visor reflected the dim lights, making it impossible for anyone to see my eyes.The helmet wasn’t just protection for riding, right now it was a mask.One of the men beside Theo checked a tablet
Michael’s POVAs laid in bed later that evening, Henry’s words replayed in my head on a vicious loop.I lay flat on my back, staring at the ceiling, the faint streetlight from outside cutting through the curtains and casting pale light across the room.Ashley hadn’t believed me when I lued i was fine when she'd came to check up on me, but she had let it go.Nick had been quieter. He always knew when I needed silence instead of comfort.Now the house was still. Henry’s music had stopped an hour ago and his door hadn’t opened again.I turned onto my side and reached for the drawer of my bedside table.My fingers wrapped around the cool wooden frame before I even fully decided.I pulled it out and a picture of Fernando stared back at me.The photo was old, taken before everything collapsed. He looked happier there, less haunted.His dark eyes were intense even in stillness, his jaw strong with that arrogant half-smirk he always wore like armor.I sat up slowly, resting my back against th
Michael’s POVDinner that night was silent but heavy in a way.Ashley had made pasta and the smell filled the dining room warmly. Nick poured drinks while I set the plates down.Henry walked in last. He dropped into his chair, already wearing his headphones.I watched him for a moment but he didn’t notice me staring. He laughed softly at something on his screen then Ashley glanced at me carefully while Nick kept eating.I exhaled slowly.“Henry” I called but there was no response.“Henry” He looked up this time, one headphone sliding halfway off his ear.“What?”“Take those off” I told him.He frowned slightly. “Why?” he asked.“Because we’re eating together" I replied.“I’m eating” he raised an eyebrow as if i didn't already know that.“That’s not the point.”He rolled his eyes but removed the headphones fully and dropped them beside his plate. The phone remained upright.“And the phone,” I added calmly.He stared at me.“Seriously?”“Yes.”“It’s just a video.”“And this is dinner.”
Michael’s POVThe knocking continued relentlessly.Theo and I stood frozen by the door, the air between us thick with tension.“Hello!” Cynthia’s voice called through the door again.Theo and I didn’t moved. We simply stared at each other.His hand was still braced against the door near my shoulder. His body still close enough that I could feel the faint heat radiating from him.The silence between knocks stretched long enough for me to notice details I had been trying not to notice.His breathing had steadied, the irritation from earlier had softened into something guarded.A bit of dark hair had fallen slightly over his forehead, still faintly damp from his shower. His jaw was cleanly cut, sharp enough to look dangerous even at rest. A small crease formed between his brows when he concentrated, like it did now.His lips were slightly parted, fuller than I had registered before.I hated that I noticed that.My pulse beat steadily in my throat.Outside, another knock came then it beca
Michael’s POVThe second Theo’s hand left my mouth, I shoved him back.“You don’t get to silence me in my own home,” I snapped.His jaw tightened, irritation flashing openly now.“I just kept you from making a mistake.”“What mistake? Talking to a woman that's looking for you?” I demanded. From outside, her voice was loud enough to be heard.“Theo!” she called, her tone sharp. “I know you’re in there! You think you can hide from me?”There was something cutting in her voice. She was definitely drunk.Theo exhaled through his nose, his shoulders stiffening.“She sounds pleasant,” I muttered.“Don’t,” he warned.“Don’t what?”“Don’t antagonize this.”“Oh, I wouldn’t dream of it.” I took a step toward the door. “I’m actually curious.”His head snapped toward me.“Michael.”“What? She’s clearly looking for you” I said coolly. Another knock came through, harder this time.“Theo!” she shouted. “You coward! Don’t pretend you’re not here!”I looked back at him and he looked… different. Just





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