LOGINZARIA 137:“I gave him something to make him sleep.” Yes. The memory was still as clear as ever before. I had given the VIP some treatment to ease his discomfort and nothing I did was wrong. Everything went well.Why was he complaining of vomiting blood? Vomiting of blood can only occur when the symptoms have persisted over time. I gasped as the realization dawned on me. Whatever that old VIP man had was fucking chronic! This case might be the very test of my ability as a miracle healer.The breathing on the other side grew heavier.Jesus.Something was wrong.Very wrong.“What do you mean he’s not responding?” I demanded.“He’s—” the man hesitated, “—it’s not normal. We'll send a car in thirty minutes—”Fuck. I stood up abruptly, the chair scraping slightly behind me. I cut the call immediately and switched back to Anne. “Anne.”“What happened?” she asked quickly, hearing the change in my tone.“I need you up in this apartment,” I said. “Now.”“What? Why?”“Just come,” I said with
ZARIA 136:He wouldn’t do that to me…right?I exhaled slowly and forced the thought down before it could grow into something dangerous. “My sweet boy.” I gently squeezed Rai’s hand and stood up. “I’m fine,” Those words, I had repeated them this time more for myself than for him.Rai studied me for a moment like he wanted to argue, but then he nodded, because he had always been that weird kid who was creepy, curious, but respectful enough to step back when I asked him to.“Go get ready for bed,” I told him softly. “And don’t forget—no going near the windows or balcony.”He paused halfway to his room and turned.“Why?”I walked toward him and crouched again, lowering my voice slightly even though I had already checked the entire place earlier.“Because there are cameras outside,” I said simply. “And I don’t want anyone seeing you.”His brows pulled together. “Why would they want to see me?”I smiled faintly, tapping his nose. So innocent. “Because you’re too handsome.”That made him gr
RENZO 135:My voice lowered slightly. “That influence that nearly put me in fucking jail.”Almost immediately, the memories I didn’t like thinking about began to crawl through my head.Yakov, the police, the prosecutors, the deals, dirty money… and men who smiled while planning to bury you like the Red Dragon. I didn't even think that my father had collected from them and made some kind of deal using me—his heir as collateral damage. That was why they came after me and everything I loved.Fuck Richard.“I worked for this,” I continued. “I bled for this.” My fingers clenched slightly on the fork. “I suffered for every single step.”Grace watched me carefully but didn’t interrupt.“And after all that… the heavens decide to bless me with an incurable sickness.” I laughed again, but the sound had no humor in it.“And guess what?”“What, Boss?” She asked softly.“The only person who can heal me…” I leaned forward slightly. “…is my fucking wife.”Grace blinked.“The same wife who put me in
RENZO 134:Over the years, Grace had aged a little more. The lines on her face had deepened, and her patience had grown shorter.“Grace?” She walked over quietly and placed her bag on the table. Slowly, she began removing its contents. Inside were carefully prepared food containers.Healthy ones.Her eyes then shifted toward the half-eaten burger in my hand again and she stared at it for three full seconds.Don't mind me… I was counting absentmindedly.When Grace was done staring, she calmly took the bag of fast food from the table and dropped it into the trash.What the… hell? Her movement had surprised me, yet I allowed her without resistance. Over the past two years, I had learned to be a little careful around Grace. She was one of the oldest connections I had to my past life anyway.She knew everything back then. Including feeding Zaria contraceptives to make her hormones refuse children.She knew I wasn't going to last since the pills Dr Syl made could only last for so long… and
RENZO 133:I signaled for Nichole to continue listening.“So who are you exactly?” Zaria asked suddenly.Nichole looked helplessly at me.“And why didn’t you want me to tour the hospital?” she continued. “Or go back to my apartment? And why do you always speak like you know everything about me?”The questions kept coming.One after another.By now, several of my men were struggling to keep straight faces as they watched their terrifying boss secretly whispering answers into someone else’s phone.Finally, one of her questions irritated me.Before Nichole could repeat it, I leaned closer to the phone and spoke for myself.“Why do you always wear a face mask whenever you appear online?”Nichole slowly turned to stare at me.On the other side of the line, Zaria suddenly went quiet.Then she laughed lightly.“Oh… that?”Her voice sounded casual. Thankfully she didn't notice the change in voice.“I just love my privacy.”My eyes narrowed slightly. “I see.”“And besides,” she continued teasi
RENZO 132:I could tell they were trying their hardest to hold back their laughter.Hawk was damned straight and we knew it.I turned to the second man. “Asher.”He immediately started biting his lower lip, a poor habit he only fell into whenever he was nervous. “How is your girlfriend doing these days?”His head snapped up.I smiled slightly. “Still complaining about your absence and job?”He gulped hard.“She already hates the fact that you work for someone like me.”Leaning a little closer, I lowered my voice. “Imagine how she would react if I decided to send her a full report of every little gang activity you have participated in.”Asher closed his eyes and muttered under his breath, “Jesus…”Then I turned to the last man. “Luis.”He looked like he was about to cry. “Yes, boss?”“You love your computers.”His head nodded rapidly. “Yes.”“Your systems.”Another nod.“Your precious technology lab.” I leaned back slightly before adding in a calm tone, “Imagine if someone accidentally
ELIX “Fucking idiots.” I kept my hand on the wheelchair handle long after the car doors shut with the engines still running because I needed the pressure under my palm.The doctor said Renzo was listening. Thankfully, I was present enough to catch those words. My lips curled delightfully at the fa
RENZO His jaw dropped. “What the—”I laughed, even as the nurse—Sabrina plunged a needle into my arm. The medicine burned, but my smile didn’t fade.“Do it,” I said softly.Asher didn’t argue again, not after the look I gave him. He stepped away from the bed while Sabrina finished taping the IV li
RENZO My fist connected again.The man didn’t even try to block it this time. Blood sprayed sideways, dark and wet, hitting the concrete floor and the lower leg of a crate stacked with rifles.The sound echoed through the warehouse—meat on bone…“You failed your fucking job!” I roared.The man cri
RENZO A week changed everything.And it was not because time healed or any of that bullshit, but because my body finally stopped lagging behind my head. On the second day of my recovery, the shaking eased and the weakness stopped embarrassing me. I could walk without the crutches by the fifth day







