MasukPOV: Felix He knew what my word was worth in this city, everyone did. That was the advantage of reputation, it worked even when you were exhausted and soaked and sitting in a moving car on a dark highway feeling like the worst version of yourself. Now more than ever, I’m proud of the man I have become.“What do you need?” came his firm, but weak response. “Turn the car around, convince Martin it’s over. Lead him back here and bring Selina back to me.” I ordered. There was a pause on his end, a long one. I could hear him breathing, could hear something underneath that. There were voices in the background, muffled voices, the interior of a moving vehicle. I could imagine the confusion in his mind right now. Too bad he has no choice but to give me what I want. I waited patiently, letting him feel the heat of my threat without saying one word. Then after a few minutes,“Alright. Alright, I’ll do it. Just give me a few minutes. And don’t hurt my family, touch them and the deal is off
POV: FelixThe symbol belonged to a safe house network that had operated briefly in this city about eight years ago, run by a man who had since retired to somewhere quiet. A man who, if I recalled correctly, had been friendly with Martin during a period when Martin was younger and angrier and building connections I had assumed were insignificant. Now I know that nothing Martin did was without purpose. I heard my own thought from earlier tonight echo back at me and felt the cold clarity of a man who had just realized how far behind he truly was.This wasn’t recent, Martin hadn’t built this in the weeks since Selina ran. He had built it over years, quietly, carefully, while I was grieving and distracted and telling myself I still had my finger on the pulse of everything. He had been preparing for this. Which meant on some level, at some point, he had decided this moment was coming. That eventually something would happen, that eventually Selina would happen, and he would need a system
POV: FelixThe docks smelled like rust and rain and rotting rope, and I stood at the edge of the water long after my men had swept the warehouses and come back empty-handed.Empty.Always empty.I lit a cigarette I didn’t remember pulling from my pocket and watched the orange tip burn in the dark. Somewhere behind me, my guards were murmuring into their earpieces, cross-referencing names, pulling surveillance feeds, doing everything I paid them obscene amounts of money to do. And still, nothing. I took a long drag and exhaled slowly. Ryan...The name kept snagging in my mind like a hook. I didn’t get to where I was by ignoring the hooks. Every instinct I had , the ones that had kept me alive through wars most men in this city didn’t even know had been fought, told me that Ryan was the mistake. Martin was too careful to be the mistake himself. He always operated through other people, used other hands to keep his own clean. That was how he survived this long without me noticing him
POV: Felix “Sir,” one of my tech guys called through the speaker. “We lost their signal again.” He announced, making me curse out angrily. I shut my eyes briefly, trying to rein in my anger. Of course we did, what was I thinking?I can’t blame them, I have no reason to. I should have known that he would find a way to hide his tracks. He’s messing up my tracking because he’s so good at it. Each time I get their location, he scrambles it up and changed location, making them hard to find even with all my guards and resources, and that only made me more determined, because if Martin thought he could keep Selina away from me, he was underestimating how far I would go for her.Martin was brilliant when it came to disappearing, that was the problem. He always prepared ten steps ahead. Now that I know he is in the picture, it’ll be easy to track them down. With my facial recognition search, I track him down with ease, but he is always one step ahead, and he is playing dirty, taking risks
POV: Felix The city had never felt this suffocating before, not when I buried my wife, not when I watched enemies bleed out at my feet, and not even during the war with Martin, but tonight every streetlight, every passing car, and every second that ticked by without Selina felt like a knife twisting deeper into my chest, because the thought of losing her, even for a moment longer than necessary, was unbearable to me in a way I had never let myself feel before.I sent some guards to the train station, some to the airport and even sent some to the seaport, because I can’t let her leave this city without explaining to her that it was all a huge setup to get her to leave me, and I still don’t know who is responsible, but I’m sure the person who is responsible for all this will pay with his blood, because nothing mattered more to me in that moment than finding Selina before fear, confusion, or someone else’s lies could pull her further away from me.I stood in the middle of my command
POV: Felix I woke up to cold sheets.At first, it didn’t register. My body was still half-drowned in sleep, reaching instinctively to the other side of the bed, expecting warmth, softness, her. My hand met nothing but chilled fabric. I frowned, eyes still closed, shifting slightly as if she had only rolled away from me.“Babe… Lina…” I murmured, my voice thick with sleep.No response…That was when my eyes snapped open. The emptiness beside me wasn’t temporary, it seems absolute. The pillow bore the faint imprint of her head, but it had already begun to lose its shape. The blanket was pulled back, abandoned, cold… Too cold.A sharp unease twisted in my chest. I sat up immediately, my gaze sweeping the room. “Selina?” I called again, louder this time. Silence answered me, and my heart began to pound. I threw the covers off and got out of bed, moving quickly toward the bathroom. The door was slightly ajar. I pushed it open.It was empty…The sink was dry. No sign she had been t
POV: Selina That’s when I saw it. Tucked into the narrow, shadowed space between the marble vanity and the wall, right where the baseboard met the tile, was a small, metallic glint. It wasn’t a bottle cap or a lost piece of jewelry. It was a key. A simple, old-fashioned skeleton key, its brass dul
POV: Selina “Why are you telling me all this?” I asked, shocked by all the things he just revealed to me.“You asked for the truth, and I have it to you,’ the said proudly. “What if I decide to leave after finding out the truth?What if I can’t handle the truth, are you not scared of me walking a
POV: Selina The air in the room felt heavy, thick with tension, as I sat on the couch, staring at Felix. His charming smile, the one that first drew me in, now felt like a mask hiding something sinister. I needed answers, and I wasn’t going to let his allure distract me any longer. Not after the w
POV: SelinaI sat on the plush, oversized couch in the private lounge, a glass of what was probably the most expensive champagne I had ever tasted resting in my hand. The bubbles danced upward, mirroring the unease churning in my chest. Felix was seated next to me, his trademark charming smile on d




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