LOGINZARIA “No letter for a long time,” she said.I stiffened slightly.She glanced at me. “You ignore the last one, right?”I nodded slowly.The last letter had read:I will come when you stop pretending.I had folded it, placed it back in the envelope, and never opened it again. I stopped reacting in case they were watching me, (Uncle Thomas spoke about the one time a drone was brought down at the large tea field), and stopped reading them immediately. Mama Li leaned on her broom. “Maybe the writer is tired.”“Maybe,” I said.But the ominous feeling did not leave.Something was going to disrupt this peaceful feeling.I was sure._______________Two weeks later, Uncle Thomas came again. I was a bit worried because he was coming over to our house longer than usual. He and Mama Li may be dating, but there was a little kid now. Whatever they were doing should be taken outside. I hid a smile the last time Uncle Thomas attempted to kiss Mama Li on the cheek. Mama Li had turned red like a t
ZARIA There was the day Rai Li decided he was done waiting inside me. My little brat didn't come down gently. He came like a riot.It started at dawn. __________________Three years back.I felt a sharp twist in my stomach that made me pause mid-step while carrying a basket of herbs. I told myself it was nothing.“You've endured worse pain and survived worse men, Zaria…” I took a deep breath, prepared to take a second step.Then the second contraction hit.I dropped the basket.Mama Li looked up. Her eyes narrowed. “Ah.” “Don’t ‘ah’ me,” I snapped, already sweating.She shuffled closer, calm as ever. “Baby coming.”“No, he is not,” I growled. “He can wait.”The third contraction nearly folded me in half.Wang happened to be outside fixing the broken gate latch when I grabbed the doorframe. The scream that came out of me was not mine.No, scratch that. That kind of scream was raw and filled with agony. Wang ran inside like someone had shouted fire.“What happened?”“I’m dying!” I y
RENZO There'd be no risk, no drawn-out doubt or slow rot in the ranks.It'd be clean. But clean actions sometimes create dirty consequences. If I killed Yakov without proof, the men would feel it. They would not challenge me openly, but their loyalty would change. In my empire, fear is useful, but paranoia fractures loyalty faster than betrayal does.My men would be worse off.I exhaled slowly.If Yakov was ambitious, he would move when he believed the throne was unattended. Tonight I had shown him the throne was empty.And yet he hasn't shown his card for four hours. Fucking hell. I'd better stop being paranoid myself. The coffee had stopped helping anyway and my eyes were heavy. I jerked upright immediately.God, I was sleeping…No.I stood and paced once across the office, with my gun still within reach. I checked the time.3:42 a.m.Enough.If an assassin had been sent, he would have come by now. If Yakov was orchestrating something, it wasn’t immediate. Either he was smarter th
RENZO I shrugged. Hawk exhaled slowly. “If he makes a move while we’re gone—”“He won’t,” I interrupted calmly. “Not immediately anyway.” You’re sure?”“I’m sure he thinks I’m leaving.”Hawk went still.“But you’re not,” he said.That was not Hawk's opinion to give so I ignored his question. _____________The first wave of men left just after dark with no fanfare or stupid goodbye hugs. They all exited as expected through different doors and vehicles. In thirty minutes, they've all disappeared into separate directions of the city. From the office window above the floor, I watched the taillights fade, remembering what my right hand and left hand said to me. Asher had approached me first before his departure. “Boss, are you coming?” he said plainly.I nodded.“Don't die on us, Boss.” That simple statement brought a smile to my face. “I’ve played with things worse than death.”“Your death… Boss…” Asher's voice died out. He didn't look too happy leaving me.“I won't, Asher. Instead
RENZO I remembered a lot of things: especially who Talov was. He was a loyalist. We call a loyalist, someone who surrendered from an old gang to a new one.He had surrendered from Emilio's gang… to mine.How fucking fantastic. Slowly, the dots were connecting.Hawk studied me carefully. He had known me long enough to recognize the shift in my tone, and the slight flattening that meant I was filing something away rather than reacting to it.That was one of the parts I allowed those close to me to see and understand.“You think it’s him?” Hawk asked.“I think,” I said calmly, “that men show you who they are when they believe you’re distracted.”“And you’re not distracted.” Hawk wasn't asking a question.I almost smiled. “I’m dying, Hawk. That doesn’t make me stupid.”He nodded once, accepting that.Yakov laughed at something across the room, looking a little too relaxed for a man who had just challenged me publicly, and when his eyes met mine he didn’t look away.He held the stare for
RENZOBack at headquarters, the mood was volatile, as half the men were still arguing over their names.“Clifford sounds like I fix plumbing,” the big man grumbled.“You look like you fix plumbing,” someone shot back.Hawk was pacing.“Eric,” Asher said casually.Hawk stopped walking.“Don’t.”“Eric.”“I swear—”“Relax, Eric,” Asher added.I held up a hand.“Enough.”They quieted.I pulled out my phone and dialed.It rang once. Then a voice answered, smooth and lazy.“Rafael,” the man greeted.I smirked. “You heard.”“I always hear.”“That means it’s working. I need you in two hours anyway.”“For what?”“Full facial work. You’ll have to be subtle but exceptionally convincing this time around. I don’t need sloppy work…like the one you—” I snuck a glance at Hawk, who had frozen at my pointed look.Yeah. None of us appreciated what we saw last time. The skirt and full-on makeup? Jesus. Everyone knew it was Hawk, apart from Asher, who just wanted to mess with him.There was a long pause o
RENZO “I cannot let you fuck this up for me, son.” “Do you honestly think I care about your feelings? Son? You embarrassed me!” he gritted out. “So if you think you get to unravel publicly because a woman outsmarted you? No. Not tonight. Not ever. You're a Dominico and you will fucking behave lik
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
RENZOShe turned her head slightly toward me and smiled for the cameras. “Everything will be fine,” she said softly.The security pushed a path open as we entered the hall.Inside, the noise was softer. Classical music played somewhere overhead. Crystal glasses clinked. All around, the conversation
RENZO“Red and black,” I said finally.Her shoulders relaxed instantly. “Yes.”“I go,” I added. “On my terms.”“Of course,” she said quickly.“And if I find out you’re using this to parade me,” I continued, “I won’t be kind about it.”She met my gaze. “I wouldn’t expect you to be.”Grace cleared he







