LOGINMARCO’S POV.I woke up, my mind racing with thoughts of the one thing that mattered most: tracking down the guy who took Nayla away from me. That dude, Roy…..her brother, the one everyone seems to want dead……was my first target.Once I get rid of him, nothing will stop me from having Nayla back as mine.“Phone ringing,” “Who the fuck is that?” I muttered to myself as the shrill sound pierced through my thoughts.My phone rang loudly against the kitchen counter again, pulling my attention away from the tumultuous chaos swirling in my mind. I dropped the knife I’d been using to chop some vegetables, quickly rinsing my hands before reaching for the phone. Cooking wasn’t really my thing; I was only trying to put together a meal since I’d fired my chef that morning for messing up the menu. Why was it so hard to find someone who could make a decent meal?Since Nayla hadn’t been around, everything felt off…….like a puzzle that was missing its most important pieces. I missed her presence;
ROY’S POV.I wrapped my arms around Nayla, holding her close to me. The warmth of her skin eased the anxiety knotted in my chest. As I breathed in her familiar scent, a part of me felt a little lighter. I knew I shouldn't have mentioned Marco's release; it would only amplify her fears. I hated that she had to worry after everything she’d already endured. “Are you hungry?” I asked, hoping to shift the focus to something normal and inviting.She nodded, a small smile tugging at her lips. “Yeah, but I’m better now. My legs are healed, so I want to make breakfast.”I frowned instinctively, wanting to protect her. The last thing I wanted was to add to her stress. “No, I can’t let you cook. I’ll make breakfast for you.”She raised an eyebrow playfully. “Roy, you’re still in your work shirt from yesterday. You should take a shower first.”I glanced down at my shirt, realizing she was right. It felt surprisingly comfortable to sleep in, but definitely not suitable for cooking. “Okay, maybe
COLLIN’S POV.I opened my eyes to darkness, my eyes felt so heavy, and my surrounding felt so unfamiliar.I blinked once, trying to make sense of where I was, because that was how much I couldn’t move my eyes.I blinked again, and slowly, every began to clear out. From the sharpness of the light, to the surrounding of the hospital room. I can’t remember what happened last, but all I could think of was Nayla.Was she okay? Had she been found?….I tried to move but I felt an unimaginable pain in my belly.“Arghhhh!” I groaned, gritting myTeeth.I laid back flat, heaving deeply as I tried not to yell in pain….I looked around, searching for any sign of my phone, I needed to call Roy….I needed to know if there was any news about Nayla. I miss her so much, and I hope that she’s okay.“Please let her be okay,” I mumbled breathlessly, panic rising in my chest. My heart raced as I searched for any sign of my phone, praying it was within reach.“Just let her be okay,” I whispered to the emp
ROY’S POVI hurriedly drove back home, lifting my left wrist to check my watch. It was past ten.Oh God! How could I have been so carried away? I promised Nayla I’d be back in a few hours after I left, but look... time had slipped away so quickly.None of this was on purpose. I had to rush to the station after visiting Collin because I heard that Marco, the guy who kidnapped Nayla, had also been released.I still couldn’t believe it. What the hell is happening in this world?Power and money letting a monster like him go after everything he did? Kidnapping, torturing Nayla? The anger boiled inside me, filling my chest like a pressure cooker about to explode.“Fuck!” I slammed my hand against the steering wheel, the sound echoing in the quiet car. If I had known it would come to this, I would’ve finished him off right in front of the police… no second thoughts.Now I had to worry about him, Kain, and even Mr. Alexander. Alongside others I didn’t know about yet. Goddamnit! They were all
MARCO’S POVDoctor Drew stood in front of me, sweating and trembling. I sat back on my table, watching him squirm, a dark grin creeping across my face.“You have the guts to stand in my presence?” I taunted, raising my gun and aiming it at his right leg. I felt the heavy tension building in the air as I pulled the trigger.“Arghhh!” he screamed, collapsing to the floor, clutching his leg in agony. I reveled in his pain; he deserved every bit of it for putting me through this.“You had planned Nayla’s release, am I right?” I demanded, leaning forward. His head bobbed up and down quickly, the fear in his eyes unmistakable.Of course, he had no reason to lie. My men had already filled me in on everything that had happened. That’s before I took care of them for their weakness.“Please, spare my life… I… I just wanted to help her. But I made a mistake, a terrible mistake. Please, let me help you find her,” he begged, his eyes red and pleading. He looked like a cornered animal, desperate fo
NAYLA’S POV.I felt a thrill of pleasure run through me as Roy kissed me, leaving me lost in the moment, his kiss igniting something deep inside….something that almost seemed buried and lost. Laying on the bed, I reminisced about what we had just done a few minutes earlier, each detail replayed in head head over and over again. I bit my buttom lips, the memories of Roy fucking me so passionately sent waves of pleasure and arousal through my every nerve. I immediately jolted out of my thought when I heard an urgent shout echoing from downstairs.“Nayla!” My heart dropped. I shot upright, the thrill of earlier replaced by fear as I quickly wore my clothes and rushed to the door, unsure of what I would find because Roy’s voice sounded troubled. As I made my way down the stairs, my breath caught in my throat at the sight before me.Collin lay on the floor, motionless and bleeding. Panic clawed at my chest, and I froze for a moment, the world around me blurring. Roy was kneeling beside







