Fernandoโs POV I sat in my chair, watching Michael with an amused smirk as he sat on the floor, his posture filled with anger and humiliation. His wide eyes darted toward my body, flickering with something he tried to suppressโshock, maybe even fear. His eyes stayed on my massive cock and I could tell he was already imagining how I was going to use it to destroy his insides. The corner of my mouth lifted slightly. I could tell he was trying hard not to react, but I saw everything. Every twitch of his fingers, every subtle swallow, every little glance he thought I wouldnโt notice. Michael had been putting up a fight all night, but we both knew how this was going to end. โYou look stunned, Michael,โ I said, my voice slow, teasing. I slowly began to stroke my cock as I tilted my head slightly, resting my forearm lazily on the armrest of my chair. โNot the first time someoneโs reacted like that. I get that a lot.โ Michaelโs jaw clenched, and he quickly looked away, shaking
Micheal's POVMy heart pounded against my ribs as my gaze locked onto the two figures standing in the doorway.Marlo.And beside him, the bodyguard who had overheard my conversation with Ashley.Shit.My fingers curled into fists at my sides as I fought to keep my expression neutral, but I could already feel the cold dread creeping up my spine. This was bad. Worse than bad.Fernando, who had been lounging with an air of self-satisfaction only moments ago, turned sharply, his eyes narrowing with barely restrained irritation.Marlo, however, didnโt seem to care about the atmosphere he had just interrupted. His gaze was focused, his body tense, and for the first time in a long time, he actually looked serious.The bodyguard beside him shifted slightly, like he was waiting for the right moment to speak.I didnโt like it.This was spiraling out of control too quickly.If I didnโt act fast, I would be dead.Fernandoโs voice sliced through the tension like a blade.โWhat the fuck do you thi
Fernandoโs POVI woke up to the lingering scent of sweat and something far more intoxicating. The room was silent except for my own breathing, steady but filled with the events of last night. As my eyes adjusted to the dim light filtering through the heavy curtains, my mind drifted back to the moment before we were so rudely interrupted.Michael.I clenched my jaw, suppressing the flicker of frustration that stirred within me. Last night had beenโฆ interesting, to say the least. The way his body had tensed beneath my touch, the way his breath hitched when I got too closeโhe was too aware of me, and I of him. It was foolish, even dangerous. A man in my position couldnโt afford such distractions.I exhaled sharply and pushed myself up from the bed.Michael had handled himself well, though. I smirked slightly at the memory of how effortlessly he had swallowed my cum. Smart. Dangerous. Exactly the kind of man I kept closeโbut never too close.I shook my head. No.This was absurd. A m
Michaelโs POVI had been through countless debriefings at the FBI headquarters, but this one felt heavier, weighted with the fresh memory of Colinโs death and the mess Fernando had dragged me into. I took my seat, straightening my posture even as exhaustion clung to my muscles."Agent Carter," Director Calloway began, folding his hands together. His deep voice commanded the room. "We understand you were present when Colin was killed. Walk us through what happened."I exhaled, running a hand through my hair before leaning forward. "Colin was discovered as a rat," I said plainly. No use sugarcoating it. "Rodger Holt found evidence linking him to the FBI, and before I could do anything, Fernando had him executed. Quickly. Efficiently." I paused, letting my words settle. "He didn't even let the poor bastard beg for his life."A heavy silence stretched between us.Agent Roberts, a woman with sharp eyes, tapped her fingers on the table. "Did Colin say anything before he died? Any informa
Fernandoโs POVThe street was quiet at this hour, except for the occasional passing car and the distant bark of a stray dog. I sat in the backseat of my black Mercedes, parked strategically across from Michaelโs house. The tinted windows ensured no one could see inside, but I could see everything. Every flicker of light behind his windows, every shadow that passed, every subtle movement.I shouldnโt be here.I had better things to doโimportant things. I had an empire to run, enemies to keep in line, money to move, and bodies to dispose of. And yet, I found myself sitting in this car, staring at the front door of a man who was, in the grand scheme of things, utterly insignificant.Michael Carter.A subordinate. A pawn. A man who was nothing more than a tool in satisfying my boredom.And yet, I kept coming back to him."You do realize how ridiculous this is, right?"Marloโs voice cut through the silence, laced with equal parts of irritation and caution. He was sitting beside me in t
Michaelโs POVThe warm glow of the restaurantโs dim lights welcomed me as I stepped inside, the scent of freshly baked bread and simmering sauces wrapping around me like a comforting embrace. It wasnโt a fancy placeโnot the kind Fernando and his people would ever set foot inโbut it was cozy, intimate, and, most importantly, a safe space.Or at least, it was supposed to be.For a moment, an unexplainable sense of unease settled over me, prickling at the back of my neck like the whisper of a ghost.It was the kind of instinct I had learned never to ignore.I hesitated just past the entrance, my pulse quickening.Someone was watching me.The certainty of it struck me like ice down my spine.I swallowed hard and turned sharply, my eyes moving all over the restaurant. My heart pounded as I scanned the roomโcasual diners, a waitress balancing a tray of drinks, an old man reading a newspaper in the corner.Nothing out of the ordinary."Get it together, Michael."I exhaled slowly, forcing m
Fernandoโs POVMichael looked at me like I had shattered his entire world. His wide eyes, the sharp hitch of his breath, the way his body stiffenedโall of it sent a thrill down my spine. Beautiful. The disbelief painted across his face, the sheer helplessness in his gaze, made my blood run hot.It was a rare sight, watching someone as careful as Michael unravel, and I drank in every second of it.Slowly, I let my lips curve into a smirk, my amusement barely concealed."Mind if I join you?" I had said, fully aware of the chaos my presence had just introduced.Michael still hadnโt answered. His throat bobbed slightly, his lips parting, but no words came. His silence only made me want to tease him more.The man sitting across from him, the one Michael had come to meet, looked between us with mild curiosity. "A friend of yours?" I heard him ask.He was good-looking, I supposed, in a clean-cut, boy-next-door wayโcharming, but utterly unremarkable.I wanted to laugh at the sheer audacit
Michaelโs 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 wasnโt something I was allowed to have. Not when Fernando was involved.The moment I had seen him standing by the table, his expression full of smug amusement, I knew my night was over.I gritted my teeth, keeping my expression carefully neutral even as anger churned inside me. My fingers clenched into fists under the table, nails digging into my palms. How did he even know I was here?A cold, unsettling thought settled into my mind. Is he spying on me?The idea made my stomach twist. I had been carefulโvery careful. I hadnโt told anyone about this dinner, hadnโt even mentioned Ethanโs name to Fernando. And yet, here he was, barging in like he owned the place, like he owned me.Ethan shifted uncomfortably in his seat, his fingers lightly drumming against the table. I cou
Andrewโs POV The night had gotten far too quiet for my liking, and in that unnatural silence, every crackle of a branch or brush of the wind made my nerves twitch. I could still remember the wave of shock i had gotten when the sound that sent ice straight down my spine, gunshots, rang in my ears and i couldn't help but think of the worse. My men were capable of handling themselves, they were FBI agents, after all, but there was a dark feeling pooling in.my stomach just thinking what had caused such amount of gun fire to ring in the air.Not one, not two, but a lot of them, echoing violently through the forest like war drums. From the direction of Fernandoโs mansion. I had made sure to tell me men not to attack without receiving orders from me to do so. Which means this could only mean one thingThey were under attack.My stomach dropped.Something had gone wrong.I hadnโt planned for a situation where Michael and his pack of goons would attack when I wasnโt there.I thought they w
Fernandoโs POV I watched them through the small cracks on the front door, barely breathing as I tracked the movement of the agents. The trees concealed them well, but not well enough for someone like me. I knew the woods. I knew the mansion. And most of all, I knew how the minds of men like Andrew worked.Based on Marloโs explanation, he was the leader of those agents of fools and if there was one thing I was good at, that was gaining a upper hand against proud men.Ashley winced as she leaned against a nearby wall. Her side was soaked with blood, and every breath she took looked like it cost her something vital. Still, she didnโt complain. I was impressed. I liked that about her.Michael, on the other hand, was fidgeting."Youโre going to take her out the front," I said, my voice cold and unwavering.Michael blinked. "What? Are you insane? Theyโll spot us the moment we step onto the lawn.""Thatโs the point."He narrowed his eyes. "You want us to be bait?"I tilted my head. "I
Michaelโs POV The sharp scent of gunpowder still lingered in the room, moving in the air like invisible smoke. My hands were filled with bloodโAshleyโs bloodโbut I had managed to stop the bleeding. The bullet had torn through the fleshy part of her upper arm, but thankfully, it hadnโt shattered a bone or struck an artery. I wrapped the last layer of cloth tightly around her wound, silently thanking whatever god might still be watching us that it wasnโt worse.Ashley winced but kept quiet, her face pale but determined. Her eyes held furyโnot just painโand they were fixed on the man who had shot her. Fernando.I looked up at him.He stood a few feet away, as if nothing had happened, casually adjusting the sleeves of his dark shirt. That smug look was still on his face, the one he wore when he believed he was two steps ahead of everyone else in the room. I hated that look.โYouโre a monster,โ I said, the words leaving my mouth with more venom than Iโd expected. โWhile you were bu
Fernandoโs POV I could feel the pulse in my neck as Marlo spoke.The FBI had done this to me. They had destroyed everythingโmy mansion, my empire, my reputation. And now they were closing in, trying to finish me off like some cornered animal. They didnโt know who they were messing with.โSo theyโre right outside?โ I asked, my voice low.Marlo nodded, his face set in a grim line. โYes, theyโve got men. Theyโre here to finish the job.โThe pain from my body, the aftermath of the poison, wasnโt enough to slow me down. Not now.โWeโll give them a job they wonโt expect,โ I said. My voice was steady, unwavering. โWeโll hit them from behind. Take out their agents, steal their vehicles, and leave this fucking place in ruins.โMichael, who had been silent up until then, finally spoke, his voice heavy with concern. โAnd Anabelle? We canโt just leave her here, Fernando. She needs medical attention.โI looked at him, the question hanging in the air. His eyes were wide, hurt even. But I didnโ
Fernando's POVEverything was black.There was no light. No sound. Just the overwhelming sensation of floating in an empty void. I couldnโt move. I couldnโt speak.I forced my eyelids open, but there was nothing to see. Just darkness. "What...?" My voice was a mere whisper in the vast emptiness, and the sound of it startled me. It was raw, weak, as if it hadnโt been used in a long time.The last thing I could remember was sitting at the dining table with Michael.Where was I? What was happening?I tried to move, but my limbs felt heavy, as if they were bound by chains. Panic clawed at the edges of my mind, but I pushed it down. There had to be a reason for this. There had to be an explanation. It wasnโt like me to be trapped like this. It wasnโt like me to be so... powerless.Suddenly, I heard a voice."Fernando..."It was faint, distant, like an echo from another world, but it was enough to snap me back to my senses."Michael?" I called out, my voice strained with effort.The v
Andrew's POVI jerked awake with a violent shudder, my head spinning in circles. For a split second, I thought I had died, and the world that greeted me looked like some twisted version of reality. Everything around me was a mess of twisted metal, cracked glass, and the smell of gasoline clinging to the air like death itself.Pain radiated through my bodyโmy arm was on fire, my legs sore, and my side ached with every shallow breath. But none of it mattered. Not the pain. Not the crash. What mattered was that I had done it. I had stopped Santiago from reaching Fernandoโs mansion.I dragged myself out of the car. Every muscle in my body screamed in protest, but I didnโt care. Damian emerged from the wreckage like a beast released from its cage, his eyes blazing with fury. He was bleeding from an injury on his head, but that didnโt stop him from glaring at me.โAndrew,โ he growled, his voice low and menacing, โwhat the hell were you thinking?โI didnโt flinch. Instead, I met his a
Michaelโs POV Anabelleโs breathing came out in shallow gasps that only made it clear how close she was to crossing into the afterlife.Her face was paler now, the dull yellow from blood loss spreading beneath her skin like a mark of death. I bent down beside the massive couch, watching her chest rise and fall in shallow, uneven rhythms. Each breath she drew sounded it might be her last and although I had not always been in Anabelleโs good graces, I still didn't want her to die. Her fingers twitched. Maybe from pain. Maybe from the fever. I didnโt know anymore.Marlo stood a few feet away with his arms folded across his chest. His usual calm had shifted into a stone-hard expression of helplessness. Mortis leaned against the doorframe watching everything in silence. And Ashley just stood by the window, half-hidden behind the curtain, her eyes locked on the dark line of trees at the far edge of the compound.Andrew was out there. Somewhere. Watching us. Waiting.โWeโre out of time,
Andrewโs POVPain went through every inch of my body as Santiagoโs men dragged me across the floor.But none of that compared to the rage burning through me.They pushed me into the back of a black car, the kind of car a man like Santiago liked to travel in.Damian slid in next to me, casual as ever, brushing imaginary dust from his jeans.One of Santiago's thugs climbed into the front passenger seat while another took the wheel.Santiago himself settled into the far side of the backseat, relaxed, a smirk playing across his lips like he owned the damn world.The doors slammed shut.The locks clicked.The engine came to life.As the car moved forward, rolling down the streets towards Fernando's mansion, I gritted my teeth against a fresh wave of pain.And then I turned my head and glared at Damian."Youโre a goddamn traitor," I said, my voice hoarse but sharp.He didnโt even flinch.Just leaned his elbow casually on the door, resting his chin on his hand."Save your breath, Andrew," he
Damianโs POVI watched in silence, my heart pounding against my ribs like a caged animal, as Santiago Morales, the infamous Don himself, pointed a silver pistol straight at Andrew's head.Andrew didn't flinch.Not even a blink.Typical Andrew.Always too proud, too stubborn, too full of rage to show fear even when staring down death.But me?I was a little more realistic.I knew what Santiago was capable of.I had heard the stories.And right now, standing just a few feet away, I could feel the power rolling off him like heat from a furnace.Still, even with a gun in his face, Andrew wasnโt backing down.Instead, his lip curled in disgust, and he let out a dry, humorless laugh."You?" Andrew spat. "You're a piece of shit criminal pointing a gun at a federal agent. You think that means something? It just means you're desperate."Santiago's mouth twitched, almost a smile, but his eyes stayed cold and sharp."You talk too much," Santiago said smoothly. "Itโs a nasty habit. Someone might