Mag-log inROY’S POV.Before I got to the house, most of the guards were already lying on the floor……,..unconscious, some dead. I ran up the stairs, barely registering the chaos around me, letting my men handle Marco’s men while I snuck my way in. None of that mattered.All that mattered was Nayla……..Her safety.And the terrifying thought that I might already be too late.As I reached the hallway, I heard muffled sounds coming from our room……..and I swear, in that moment, I felt my heart leave my body.I was sure that Marco was there. I knew it.But had he hurt her?“Nayla!” I called out, my voice breaking as I pushed the door open.What I saw next… didn’t feel real at all.Marco was on his knees in front of her…….frozen, like time itself had paused. And then, suddenly, his body fell backward, hitting the ground like a statue. A knife was buried deep in his chest, blood pouring out from both his chest and the side of his mouth, staining everything around him.“I… I killed him… it’s over,” Nayl
NAYLA’S POV.“Did you hear that?” I said, I sat up from the bed as quick as possible, my eyes wide with fear.Mr Mills turned to me, his brows furrowed.“Hear what?” He asked. He had come to my room to calm me down because I was so scared and pissed about Roy leaving and going to look for Marco. I was still holding myself together……..still telling my body to stay quiet…..when the world shattered again.At first it was only noise. The kind that doesn’t belong in a house meant for safety.Then the door in front of me burst open. Marco stood there with about three of his men behind him all armed with guns. His eyes were the worst part. Not anger. Not even greed.Excitement mixed with Obsession….like he had just won the battle.Like he’d been starving for something he could finally taste.“Nayla,” he said my name like it belonged to him.I couldn’t move at first. Fear pinned my feet to the floor. My throat tightened until breathing felt difficult.“Where is he……..where is Roy?” I forced
ROY’S POV.We moved inside the gate of Marco’s mansion, after taking out a few gurds outside. How careless of him to not have been prepared, but it was for our own benefit yoo, right?Still, I made sure my men were quiet, No talking…..No heavy footsteps or gunshot. We had to be careful because no one knew what awaited inside the Mansion. I would be so wrong to assume Marco was prepared for us. He knew better not to lay around knowing his death was near.But what worried me the most……..a man like Marco who had everything in this world, wealth, power….everything!…….Why couldn’t he just let my woman be?….why was he obsessed with ruining Nayla’s life?I paused, raising my hand to stop the men following behind me, because I had sighted Marco’s men who were posted near the entrances, and they were standing in places that only looked secure if you weren’t already inside.We took them down anyway……slicing their throats and making sure no one made any loud sounds that could expose us at the mo
MARCO’S POVThe warehouse wasn’t the problem.The problem was ‘time’……….the part that always leaked away while people pretended they were in control…..I’d picked the hideout for a reason. Because there were too many cameras where Roy’s eyes would look, too many habits where Roy’s mind would assume danger would come from the front. This place? This place was about silence.*********My men moved like they’d been cut from the same cloth…..or invented rather because i trained them……careful, quiet, deliberate.No rushing……No shouting……No heroics.Just execution.I raised my right hand up high, and they all froze at the edge of the compound.“Lights off,” I murmured. “If you have to breathe, breathe through your nose.”A couple of them smirked, like they were enjoying the discipline. I didn’t correct them. Not yet.Because the first thing you do in a night like this is remove the noise.At the back, two guards were stationed where a person could stand and feel hidden without actually earn
NAYLA’S POV.I didn’t even realize I was shaking until my phone slipped slightly in my hand.I pressed it to my ear and forced my voice to sound louder…….more controlled…….like I hadn’t watched Roy walk toward the door with anger and rage in his eyes.“Mr. Mills,” I said quickly, my breath tight in n my chest, “Roy is leaving. He’s going to look for Marco.” I said, my chest heaving deeply.There was a pause on the other end…….Then, “Miss Nayla,” he started.But I didn’t let him finish……“Tell him not to go. Marco is dangerously insane.” My voice wavered on the last word, and I hated that it sounded like I was begging instead of pleading. “Who knows what he’ll do to Roy. A man like that who kills for a living?… no!…….please, you have to stop Roy now.”I could feel my whole world crumbling again. My gut twisted with the kind of fear that didn’t wait for proof…..Like the end result was certain. Marco is a beast, and I am a witness to his cruelty. This was more like a warning than a plea
ROY’S POV.While in the car, I kept my eyes on the road…….on the curve of it, on the streetlights sliding past the windshield……..because if I let myself look anywhere else, my mind would start replaying every second I’d ever lost to Marco.I gripped the steering wheel until my knuckles ached.Nayla’s face flashed in my head…,… her pleading eyes, trying to hold me back with tears and love. And my chest tightened with the kind of guilt that didn’t know how to soften.But I couldn’t go back.Not now.Not after everything.I pulled out my phone and dialed Mr. Mills number again.My jaw clenched.Tell me where you are.” I said, my voice serious.“Not far,” Mr. Mills answered. “Check your phone, I already sent you my location,” Mills said.“Alright, I am on my way…..we need to plan, I need to get to those idiotic fools as fast as possible,” I said, my anger boiling inside me.“You’ll get that,” Mr. Mills said. “But Roy…….keep your head high. Marco’s men aren’t sloppy. They’re hungry.”Hungr
ROY’S POV.I paced around the bedroom of the safe house, my mind racing with worry. Nayla had told me earlier that she sensed Collin was in danger, and that thought gnawed at me. I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was terribly wrong.I had tried calling my men to check in on Collin, to see
Nayla’s POVI felt the cold sweat of fear trickle down my back as Roy paced around the room, his expression etched with worry. He had always been the calm in the storm, the one I turned to when everything else was falling apart. But right now, I could sense a storm brewing inside him, and it mirror
Nayla’s POV.As I grabbed the phone, my hope faded. The screen showed an unknown number, and my chest tightened with uncertainty of what might happen if it was someone else. Maybe Marco or Kain, or anybody else. Should I answer it? I was scared, but I couldn’t resist.“Hello?” I said, my heart raci
MARCO’S POV.(Loud moans)I held against her waist, fucking her so hard she couldn’t help but cry loudly.I never knew my chef was this sweet..,.sweeter than tbe food she made even. (Giggles)She held the kitchen counter tightly, her ass shot out, while I fucked her from behind. It was her fault f







