FAZER LOGINElara’s POVThe dark SUV belonged to Marcus. The moment the vehicle stopped near the courtyard, I recognised both the driver's urgency and the way he climbed out before the engine fully died.Ruin stood immediately from the porch beside me while several guards approached the vehicle cautiously out of instinct.Marcus lifted both hands. “It is fine,” he called out. “Nobody followed me.”That did not ease the tension completely, not until Axel appeared from the garage moments later and confirmed the vehicle registration himself.“What happened?” 'Ruin?' asked Marcus as he approached.Marcus looked exhausted, not injured, just worn thin, emotionally.“I got a contact from one of the old Volkov associates,” he said carefully. “I thought you should hear it directly.”The atmosphere shifted instantly.Ruin nodded once toward the clubhouse. “Inside.”The conversation that followed lasted nearly an hour. Marcus explained that rumours had started moving quietly through the old Bratva-connected
Elara’s POVThe photograph stayed in my mind long after Axel left the room, even after Ruin locked the nursery door. We checked the security monitors one final time before we tried to sleep, but we were unsuccessful. The words unsettled me more than the threats themselves, not because I understood what they meant, but because I did not.Ruin barely slept that night. I felt it every time he shifted beside me or got up quietly to check messages from the overnight patrol teams downstairs.By morning, exhaustion sat heavily across the entire house. Still, something surprised me when I came downstairs carrying Aurelia into the kitchen shortly after sunrise; normal life continued.Dean argued with Luis about coffee again. Sofia stood near the counter sorting groceries while music played softly from somebody’s phone speaker across the room.The atmosphere felt careful, but not consumed by fear. The club had learned how to carry tension without letting it poison every moment; that realisation
Elara’s POVThe photograph passed silently from hand to hand around the table; nobody rushed to speak first, which alone felt different from the past.I stood beside Ruin while Axel studied the image again beneath the overhead lights. The old house looked abandoned from the outside. Weathered wood covered most of the structure, and several windows appeared broken or boarded up, but the upstairs window remained clear enough to show a figure standing behind the glass, watching.Even though the picture had a grainy quality, something about it deeply unsettled me; it wasn't because I recognised the person, but because the photographer intended to emotionally destabilise Ruin. This was not random intimidation anymore; it was personal history turned into a weapon.Dean leaned forward against the table. “When was the photo taken?”“Recently,” Axel replied. “The timestamp printed on the back says yesterday evening.”Luis frowned. “So somebody went to the property directly.”Ruin stayed very s
Elara’s POVThe sound of approaching motorcycles cut through the estate like a warning siren – not one engine, at least six or maybe more. The noise grew louder fast enough that everyone in the courtyard reacted immediately. Guards moved toward assigned positions without shouting over one another while lights along the outer perimeter brightened automatically across the property.What struck me first was not the tension; it was the order. Nobody ran blindly or panicked. The structure Axel and Ruin had spent months building moved into place naturally under pressure.Carter straightened beside me immediately. “I need to get to the south rotation point.”He did not wait for permission after saying it. He simply moved. I watched him disappear across the courtyard before turning toward the front gate, where Ruin and Axel were already coordinating security positions.“Visual confirmation yet?” Axel asked on the radio.“Negative,” a guard answered through static. “Still approaching from the
Elara’s POVThe black vehicle stayed motionless outside the gate for nearly thirty seconds; nobody inside the courtyard moved casually anymore. Guards shifted positions immediately while several members emerged from the clubhouse behind us after spotting the headlights through the windows.The atmosphere tightened fast but not chaotically; it was prepared and controlled. Ruin handed the security folder back to Axel before stepping toward the gate slowly.“You are not walking out there alone,” Axel said immediately.“I was not planning to.” He replied.That answer eased something inside me; the old Ruin would have approached danger by himself without hesitation. The man standing beside me now still carried that instinct, but he no longer treated recklessness like strength.Dean and Luis joined the courtyard within seconds, both visibly alert.“You think it is him?” Dean asked quietly.“I think somebody wants our attention,” Ruin replied.The headlights remained on, bright against the d
Elara’s POVThe garage went completely still after the guard spoke; every trace of the earlier argument disappeared instantly beneath a heavier kind of tension.Ruin stepped forward first. “Where exactly?” he asked calmly.The guard glanced at the radio in his hand. “Gas station camera outside the north highway exit. The plate matched records tied to Nikolai Volkov.”Axel moved closer immediately. “When was the sighting?”“About twenty minutes ago.”Nobody spoke for a second after that.I watched the shift move through the room carefully. Fear was there again, but different from before. Months ago, panic would have spread fast. Orders would have started flying immediately while everybody prepared for violence before understanding the situation fully. Now, people waited, not frozen but controlled.Ruin noticed it too.I could tell by the way his expression changed slightly as he looked around the garage that nobody was spiralling and nobody was looking at him like a weapon waiting to b
Elara’s POVThe morning began too quietly, and I had already learned that silence inside Ruin’s world usually meant danger was waiting to breathe.Sunlight filtered through the tall windows of the penthouse dining room, painting the marble floor with soft gold. I sat at the long table alone, starin
Elara’s POVThe beeping sound cut through the room like a blade.Everything happened at once.Ruin grabbed my arm and pulled me down behind a heavy wooden table just as people began shouting. Chairs fell, glass shattered and Mafia guards rushed toward Jace while others ran for cover.“Stay down,” R
Elara’s POVThe camera flash felt like a slap. I instinctively tightened my grip on Ruin’s shirt as Ivan stepped into the room with two guards behind him. The small device in his hand blinked red, recording everything.Ruin did not release me, and he did not step away.He pulled me closer. “This is
Elara's POVThe ride back to the compound felt longer than the escape itself.My father slept in the back of Axel’s truck under medical supervision, weak but alive. Relief should have filled me, but my thoughts were tangled around one sentence that refused to release me: They already took the child







