LOGINFernando's POVThe moment Emilio led Michael away, the air around me turned cold.I wanted to chase them down the corridor, pull Michael into my arms, press my forehead to his and tell him this would end soon, that I would fix everything like I always did.But I didn’t because if I did, if I hesitated even for a second, Santiago would take more than a wedding from me.He would take everything.Gunfire ripped through the night again, closer now, sharper, more deliberate. The sound wasn’t chaotic or panicked, it was measured.I inhaled slowly, deeply, forcing the fury threatening to tear me apart back into its cage.“Get ready,” I ordered, my voice steady even as my pulse thundered.Marlo didn’t hesitate, he never did. Orders flowed instantly through the earpieces, his voice clipped and precise as he coordinated the perimeter teams. Mortis moved like a living shadow toward the eastern corridor, already anticipating where Santiago’s men would strike next. Nick came up beside me, silent
Fernando’s POVI hated this version of him.I hated the way Michael’s eyes had gone dark like someone had poured gasoline over a fire that had never fully gone out.I had seen that look once before, when he had thought though Andrew attempted to kill Ashley. Back then, rage had been the only thing anchoring him to life.It had almost destroyed him and I had sworn, on my soul, on my power, on everything I was, that I would never let him return to that place again.A gunshot cracked through the air, so loud and close it rattled the chandelier above us. Another burst followed, bullets slamming into reinforced walls and steel barriers. The sound echoed violently through the hall, transforming laughter and vows into screams and terror within minutes.My wedding day had been ruined by Santiago.I dragged in a sharp breath, forcing myself out of my spiraling thoughts. If I lost control, people would die and not just Santiago’s men.“Positions!” I shouted, my voice cutting through the noise
Michael's POVAshley’s mouth opened to talk and in that single second, before any sound came out, I already knew my life was about to split cleanly down the middle.“Ashley,” Fernando warned again, his voice low and dangerous. “Don’t.”She doesn’t look at him, she only looked at me and that was when I knew she has already chosen.“Santiago is the one who kidnapped me,” she said, her voice shaking but firm.The world stopped and I don’t hear the gunfire anymore. I don’t hear the screaming servants or the shouted orders outside. All I heard was that sentence echoing in my skull like a gunshot fired inside my head.“What…?” I whispered.Henry shifted in my arms. "Michael?”I didn’t answer him, I couldn’t. My throat had closed completely, like my body was trying to stop any sound from coming out before I lose control entirely.Ashley kept going, because if she stopped now, she knew she won’t be able to continue.“He’s the one who orchestrated everything,” she says. “He’s been pretending
Michael's POVThe gunfire doesn’t stop, it only grew louder and closer as if it was slowly advancing towards the small hall where we had gathered. Sharp cracks tore through the night air outside the safe house, and whatever illusion of safety this place once had was completely gone.The walls felt thinner now, fragile, like they could shatter at any second.My arms were locked tightly around Henry.I didn’t even remember moving him closer to me. One moment he was standing beside me Ashley and me, excited about the wedding, the next I had pulled him into my chest so hard his face was buried against my neck.He was shaking so badly and it hurt that I couldn't stop whatever was causing this attack.“Michael” he whispered, his small fingers clutching my jacket like it was the only thing keeping him from falling apart. “What’s happening?”I swallow, forcing myself to breathe slowly even though my heart was slamming violently against my ribs.“It’s okay,” I murmured, over and over, like a
Fernando's POVThe moment Michael’s hand slid into mine, the world narrowed.His hand was warm, but I could feel the tension in it, the slight tremor he was trying very hard to hide. His shoulders were straight, his chin lifted, but I knew him too well. Beneath the composure was a storm of thought and doubt and fear.I tightened my grip just a little.He looked at me then, really looked at me, and his breath caught. I saw the flicker of emotion that passed through his eyes."You’re here," I thought. "You didn’t run."That alone felt like a victory.The priest cleared his throat again, his voice echoing faintly in the intimate space. “Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today—”I barely heard him. Instead, I leaned closer to Michael, my voice low enough that only he could hear. “Breathe.”He let out a shaky exhale. “I am.”“You’re doing well,” I murmured. “I’ve got you.”His fingers curled around mine more tightly, as if those words anchored him.The priest continued, speaking of
Michael's POVThe door hadn’t opened yet, and already my heart felt like it was trying to claw its way out of my chest.I stood there in the narrow space behind the hall, the low music from inside drifting through the thick wood like a distant pulse. Everyone was standing now, waiting for me.I adjusted my grip on Henry’s small hand for what felt like the tenth time in a minute. His palm was warm and slightly sweaty, excitement radiating off him in waves. On my other side, Ashley stood close, too close to be casual, close enough that I knew she was ready to catch me if my knees finally gave out.“You’re shaking,” she murmured.“I’m not,” I lied automatically.She squeezed my arm. “Michael.”I exhaled slowly, forcing myself to unclench my shoulders. “Okay. Maybe a little.”Henry looked up at me, his eyes wide and sparkling. “Is it my turn soon?”I smiled despite myself. “Soon, buddy.”I had caught a glimpse of Fernando earlier, just a second, just enough to lodge itself into my m







