Se connecterRENZO 99:“No. And do not retaliate. Not until I say so. Am I clear?”The knock came again, louder this time.I frowned slightly.“I will call again at dawn,” I said.“Boss,” Asher said hesitantly, “are you sure you are alright?”I let out a breath.“I am fine.”That was not entirely true.But it was enough._________________On the other end of the call, I heard Zaria exhale slowly, and the sound was soft and tired, like someone who had fought too hard and finally allowed sleep to carry her away. I did not speak again because I did not want to disturb her rest, and I did not want the men to say my name and make her worry. I simply held the phone close to my ear for one more second so that I could be sure she was still breathing, and then I ended the call.The silence in my study felt heavy the moment the line went dead. I remained seated for a brief moment, staring at nothing in particular while my thoughts moved quickly.“Come in,” I said absent-mindedly. I was still thinking abou
RENZO 98:Night had already settled heavily over my estate when my phone began to vibrate on the desk beside me.I had been standing near the window in my study, staring at the dark sky and thinking about China. The trip had been planned carefully. Every fucking meeting had been arranged… It was not a visit that could be delayed easily.However, my phone kept vibrating.I turned slowly and looked at the screen.It was Gerald—Asher.I answered at once. “What is it?” On the other end, the room sounded rather tense. I could hear heavy breathing, movement, and someone whispering in silence.“Boss,” Asher said quickly, “Zaria is injured. She came here bleeding and then fainted at the door.”My hands tightened slightly around the phone. “How bad?” I asked, surprised at how calmly my tone was. Because the moment I panicked, my men would lose their state of composure.“It is a gunshot wound,” Eric—Hawk’s voice joined in. He sounded cool, but I could hear the strain beneath it. “The bullet pa
ZARIA 97That was the first sign that something was wrong, yet I still chose to follow her because walking away would have raised more questions than staying.The elevator ride felt longer than it should have, and even though the space was not small, it felt tight with our silence. The woman who had come to get me stood stiffly beside me, her hands folded neatly in front of her.She did not look at me even once or try to make small talk the way hotel staff usually do.I was completely on my own, battling with the soft humming of the elevator as it moved upward, floor after floor, until my ears felt slightly full from the height.When the doors finally opened, I sighed in relief. The carpet swallowed our footsteps, and the lights along the walls glowed warmly, but there were no other guests in sight.She led me down the hallway to a private room near the end, walking at an unhurried pace. When she opened the door and stepped aside to let me enter, I paused for a second before walking i
ZARIA 96:Why lay all my eggs in one basket when I could take all from his basket? Whatever that meant. “You are all new,” I said. “You arrived suddenly. You work very closely. And you watch everything like a Hawk. I remember when you stopped Gerald from saying more.” I added with forced warmth. Eric did not react strongly. He simply nodded again. Seems like that's the only thing he knew how to do. “That is our job,” he said calmly.I felt irritation rising inside me.He was not even slipping into the conversation the way I wanted him to. What a serious bastard. I decided to change direction.“So,” I said lightly, “how is Daniel doing?”He stiffened slightly, then relaxed.“We are new in the relationship,” he said. “It is still fresh and we are just trying.”“You seem serious about it,” I added.He glanced away briefly. “I do not joke about that.”His voice sounded honest. I searched his face again for any crack, any sign that he was pretending.There was nothing.“You really are
RENZO 95:The call came in while I was standing beside my mother’s hospital bed.The room smelled like medicine and clean sheets. The drip beside her made a slow, tapping sound as it fed the clear liquid into her veins. She looked smaller than usual lying there. My mother had always filled a room with her presence alone. Now she looked fragile, but I knew better than to let that fool me.I stepped away from the bed and answered the call.“I am listening,” I said quietly.“Boss,” Eric said, “your woman is smart. I almost got caught.”I closed my eyes for a brief second.“Explain.”There was a short pause, then Gerald’s voice came on the line. Eric must have given him the phone. “Boss, she is observant. She noticed my hands.”Of course she did.Gerald continued, “The tone did not match perfectly. I tried to play it off. She did not say anything directly, but she has started asking questions about changing appearance, about surgery. Boss, she is trying to connect the pieces. What shoul
ZARIA 94:Gerald was light-skinned, but his hands were dark. What I saw wasn't the type of darkness gotten from the sun or from working outside for too long…nah. This one's different. It did not match his face or his neck. And when I shook his hand, the texture felt different too, almost rough in a strange way.I lay back down slowly, staring at the ceiling. Could it be that he was wearing a disguise?The word made me uncomfortable in ten different ways. What if Gerald was not exactly who he said he was? What if the colour difference was not an accident? What if it was done on purpose?I turned to my side and hugged my pillow again. That sounded dramatic, even to me, but the thought refused to leave.By morning, I had decided I would not jump to conclusions. I needed to ask questions carefully. If I should take this to Mama Li, she wouldn't appreciate my paranoia. I'd given her enough trouble about my safety.________________________The next day, Uncle Thomas and I went for tea har
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
ELIX “I’m sorry, ma’am,” Grace continued. “She’s been under a lot of stress.”I nodded once. “It’s fine. Accidents happen.”“Come, I’ll attend to that.” Grace gave May a worried look and gently guided her away, still apologizing, completely unaware of how close she had been to witnessing something
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







