LOGINMichael’s POVThe taxi ride felt too long.Every second dragged, stretched thin with the weight of everything running through my head. The familiar town blurred past the window but none of it grounded me.I leaned forward slightly, my elbow resting on my knee as I stared ahead, my jaw tight.“Here we are,” the driver said, slowing to a stop in front of the house.Before the car had fully stopped, I was already reaching for the door.“Keep the change,” I muttered, stepping out without waiting for a response.The door shut behind me with a dull thud and just like that I was home.My chest tightened slightly as I walked toward the front door, my steps quick but measured.I unlocked the door and pushed it open.The moment I stepped inside I heard voices and relief hit instantly.I saw Kim, Henry, Nick and Ashley all in the living room.For a second, I just stood there taking it in.“I’m fine,” Henry said quickly, noticing my expression.“I know,” I said, though my voice came out tighter t
Michael’s POVTheo didn’t let go immediately. His grip stayed firm around my arm and that alone was enough to make something in me snap.“Let go,” I said again, quieter this time, but heavier.His eyes held mine, searching, calculating.“Not until you calm down.”“I am calm.”“No, you’re not.”I let out a sharp breath, dragging my arm slightly, testing his hold.“Then you don’t know me as well as you think you do.”His grip tightened just a fraction.“Our kids are safe.”“For now.”“They’re at home.”"That doesn’t change anything with them" I replied. “Michael, what aren’t you telling me?” he pressed, his voice sharper this time. “Nothing.”“That’s a lie.”I held his gaze unflinching.Theo’s expression darkened.“She didn’t just randomly follow them, did she? This isn’t coincidence” he continued. I said nothing.“Why Henry? Why him?” he asked.My chest tightened.“You’re overthinking it,” I said finally.Theo let out a humorless laugh.“Am I?”“Yes.”“She followed your son, Michael
Michael’s POVThe moment her voice came through the phone, I knew something was wrong.Theo had gone completely still beside me, his entire body tightening in a way I had never seen before. The confidence, the arrogance, the calm he always carried so effortlessly was gone, replaced by something raw.“Kim? Talk to me. What happened?” he said again, his voice sharper now, edged with urgency.I didn’t move but every part of me was listening.“I—I’m fine. I think I’m fine” she said quickly, but her voice trembled just enough to betray her. Theo’s jaw clenched.“What do you mean you think you’re fine? Kim, slow down, breathe. Tell me what happened” he snapped, then immediately softened his tone. There was a pause but I could hear her breathing and then she spoke.“Some weird people were following us” she said.My heart dropped and Theo froze.“Who?” he asked carefully.“I don’t know. It was a woman and two men. They kept watching us. Everywhere we went, they were there” she said, her voi
Theo’s POVFor half a second, neither of us moved then reality crashed in.“Shit—” Michael’s voice came out low, strained, and completely different from the way it had sounded moments ago.Another more impatient knock followed.“I know someone is in there,” Anabelle’s voice cut through the door again, cold and commanding. I swore under my breath, already pulling away, my mind snapping into focus.“We need to move,” I said quickly.Michael was already off the bed, grabbing the nearest piece of clothing with more urgency than I had ever seen from him.“This is your fault,” he muttered under his breath as he dragged his shirt over his head.I let out a short, disbelieving laugh as I reached for mine. “My fault? You were just as—”“Not the time, Theo.”Another knock.“Hello???”“Yeah, yeah, coming!” I called out, my tone shifting instantly into something lighter, like nothing was wrong.Meanwhile, everything was wrong.I put my shirt on, barely bothering to smooth it down properly befor
Theo’s POVI felt the moment he gave in. It wasn’t loud or dramatic but it was unmistakable.The shift in his body beneath mine, the way his hand tightened instead of pushing me away, the way his eyes stopped searching for an escape and instead held onto me.That was the moment everything changed.My breath slowed, deepened, as I hovered over him, my gaze locked on his face like I was trying to memorize every reaction before it even happened.“You’re sure?” I asked quietly.I drew down my trousers, my boxers doing it's best to hold back my cock from tearing through. Michael didn’t answer immediately. His eyes moved down to my cock and I could tell he was thinking about it.His chest rose and fell unevenly beneath me, his lips slightly parted as he tried and failed to steady his breathing.Suddenly, his hand moved, sliding up my arm, gripping lightly, not to push but to pull me closer.“That answer your question?” he murmured.A slow smile tugged at my lips.“Yeah, It does” I said sof
Michael’s POVI should have walked away.Even now, standing there with Theo’s breath brushing against my lips, his hand still resting at the back of my neck, I knew exactly what the right decision was.I should step back, create distance and remember why we were here but my body didn’t move.Instead, it stayed right there, caught between resistance and something far more dangerous.Theo didn’t rush me. That was the problem.If he had pushed, forced, demanded, I would have pushed back. I would have had something to fight but he didn’t.He gave me space to choose and that made it worse.“You’re thinking again,” he murmured softly, his voice low, almost brushing against my skin.“I should be,” I replied, though it came out quieter than I intended.“Then stop” he said.“I can’t” I replied, for some reason. “Then don’t” he said.My breath caught slightly, like none of our plans so far mattered, like what we were about to do wasn’t reckless, wasn’t dangerous, wasn’t wrong.His fingers shif
Michael’s POVThe ocean stretched endlessly around Fernando’s yacht, the silence ment to soothing but it was anything but that. The force of what was happening dug into my wrists and knees, biting harder each time I struggled. Two of Fernando’s men pressed down on my shoulders, their duty etched o
Michael’s POV Fernando still couldn't believe his ears despite hearing the truth for the horses mouth.I knew he would feel stupid for not noticing the scars and I couldn't blame him. I would too.“How did I not notice?” he muttered, more to himself than anyone.I smirked despite the pain. “Guess
Fernando’s POVThe sound of the sea was louder than the beating of my heart.I stood at the one side of my yacht, the wind whipping across my face, carrying with it the scent of salt and fuel. Behind me, the men were gathered, their voices low and uneasy.I didn’t need to turn around to know what
Michael’s POVThe first thing I felt was the cold. Not the kind that bites your skin, but the kind that reminds you you’re still alive. My eyes fluttered open to light streaming through the tall windows, and for a moment, I didn’t remember where I was or why my body felt heavy and spent.Then it c







