MasukMichael’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.
Fernando’s POVI was going to kill this dumbass.As Theo stood there across the table with that stubborn expression on his face, looking at me like he wasn’t intimidated in the slightest, I genuinely imagined pulling out my gun and putting a bullet through his chest.This man had taken Michael on a date, sat across from my husband under candlelight while Michael laughed softly at his jokes and even worse, he had challenged me openly.Most men backed down when confronted by someone like me but Theo didn’t. He stood there calmly despite the danger radiating around the table.And I hated how much Michael seemed to care whether Theo stayed or left.The restaurant had gone almost unnaturally quiet around us. People were pretending not to watch but failing terribly.The air felt thick with tension. Theo finally exhaled slowly and grabbed his jacket from the back of the chair.“I’m leaving” he said.Michael immediately looked distressed.“Theo—”Theo gave him a tired look.“I need time to th
Michael’s POVI wanted to disappear.That was the first clear thought in my head as I sat beside the table while Fernando and Theo stared at each other like two predators silently measuring strength.The restaurant suddenly felt suffocating.I could hear cutlery clinking against plates somewhere nearby. Soft music still floated through the air mockingly, as if the universe hadn’t just decided to ruin my life again.People were pretending not to stare and not notice the tension around our table but I could feel their curiosity anyway.Fernando looked completely calm, like he hadn’t just detonated a bomb in the middle of my evening.Theo, on the other hand, looked stunned, quietly hurtand somehow that expression affected me more than yelling would have.I ran a frustrated hand through my hair before glaring at Fernando.“What the hell is wrong with you?” I asked.Fernando leaned back slightly in his chair.“I introduced myself.”“You ambushed us.”“I joined you for dinner.”“You followe
Fernando’s POVI had been watching Michael since morning because I simply couldn’t stay away.After years of forcing myself to remain distant for his safety, suddenly being in the same town as him again felt like torture.Every instinct I had buried for years had resurfaced all at once.The need to see him, hear his voice and know he was safe consumed me even though it was pathetic for a ruthless Don to act like this. I had originally planned to approach Michael calmly today, but then a limousine arrived and Michael came outside a few minutes later dressed nicely, clearly nervous despite trying to hide it.A man stepped out holding flowers and I stared at the bouquet with growing irritation.Michael looked embarrassed while Henry stood by the doorway trying not to laugh at whatever the man was saying.Something ugly twisted sharply in my chest.“Boss?”I ignored my guard completely because all I could focus on was Michael getting into another man’s limousine.I knew I technically had
Michael’s POVMy stomach still hurt from the punch—a hard, unforgiving blow that had stolen my breath and curled me inward like a fist. The dull ache pulsed under my ribs, a constant reminder of just how far Rodger was willing to go. I leaned slightly against the seat, trying not to wince, trying
Fernando’s POV I folded my arms across my chest while i watched in delight as Andrew’s battered body was dragged through the hallway of my old mansion. His punishment was just starting and I could alread visualise numerous way to make him beg for me to just end his suffering. Emilio followed clo
Fernando's POVThe night wrapped around us. We were a mile out from Rodger’s docks, hidden behind a warehouse that hadn’t seen use in decades. Our engines were off, our SUVs hidden behind a wall.Santiago’s men came out of their vehicles like disciplined shadows, quiet and precise, dressed in blac
Micheal's POV The morning light crept into the vast halls of Santiago’s mansion with a quiet sort of arrogance—much like Fernando himself. I made my way to the dining room slowly, still nursing the complicated emotions from last night. Slapping Fernando hadn’t been something I planned, but it ha







