MICHEAL'S POV The pounding in my head was relentless. A dull, throbbing ache that reminded me of every bad decision I made last night. I rolled over in bed, my arm stretching out instinctively, searching for the warmth I always craved in the mornings. But instead of Ashley’s soft body, I was met with cold sheets.My chest tightened instantly.I sat up too fast, the room spinning for a second. Panic clawed at me until last night memories came rushing back—the harsh words, my temper flaring, Ashley’s tear-stained face, me storming out like an idiot, the burn of whiskey at the lounge, Dax helping me home, and Ashley sobbing against my chest when I finally came back to her.And then the most painful part—she said she'd spend the night in the guest room.I scrubbed my hand over my face, muttering a curse under my breath. God, what a mess.I dragged myself into the bathroom, splashed cold water on my face, and brushed my teeth hard enough to erase every trace of alcohol.No matter how I lo
MICHEAL'S POV The glass hit the counter harder than I meant, a sharp click echoing against the low hum of the music in the lounge. I took another shot, another burn down my throat. I don't even keep count anymore. I didn't know if it was my third or tenth. I didn't care.What the hell was I even upset about?She loves me. I know that. Ashley has never made me doubt her heart, never once made me think she wasn't all in. But the way she looked at me in the eyes earlier— the way her soft voice said NO to me—it tore something out of me.Not because she refused me, but because she refused the one thing I knew could keep her safe. The only thing I want to do right now is protect her. And she doesn't want that.The weight of it pressed on my chest harder than the alcohol did.“Why's a fine man like you drinking alone?”I didn't even notice the woman until she was standing too close. Her perfume clouded the air, the scent was sweet and at the same time suffocating…I almost gagged.She slid o
ASHLEY'S POV I have never loved any man the way I love Micheal. Not in my wildest dreams did I think I was capable of this kind of love—the kind that claws at your ribs and makes your chest feel too heavy and too light at the same time. If it meant keeping him safe, I would burn to keep him warm. If it meant keeping him alive, I would give every last drop of myself, every breath, every tear….to save him.But when the man you love looks you in the eye and asks you to move in with him, that's not just love anymore. That's a whole new commitment, a kind of surrender I wasn't sure I was ready for.So when he asked, I stood from his lap and stared at him. My voice came out quieter than I wanted, shakier than I liked.“I don't think that's a good idea.”The disappointment in his eyes hit me like a wave. He leaned back on the couch, his jaw tight, his hands flexing as though he was trying to restrain himself.Then he said, “I need you close at all times, Ashley. Simon’s out there, plotting
MICHEAL'S POV The second Austin stormed out of my office, I didn't waste a second. I grabbed my phone and dialed Kai's number.“Kai,” I said as soon as he answered. “Why the hell is Simon still breathing?”There was a pause on the other end before his voice came through, calm but caution.“Michael…”“You had one job, Kai.” I snapped. My hand tightened around the phone, veins pushing through my skin. “One job, and you failed.”“I'm sorry, Micheal,” he said quickly. “He had help from the inside. One of my men betrayed me. But it's been handled.”I pinched the bridge of my nose, trying to keep my rage in check. The thought of betrayal, of someone switching sides—it crawled under my skin like reptiles.Kai cleared his throat. “Do you want me to make the move again?”For a moment, I thought about it. Ending Simon once and for all. But no, he wasn't stupid. He probably already knew it was me behind the first attempt. Making another move now would only be predictable.“No,” I said coldly. “
AUSTIN’S POV I'd thought about this for days. Spent sleepless nights weighing it in my head, pacing my apartment for hours, telling myself to keep my mouth shut, and just watch them fall apart while I grab my chance with Ashley. But the truth was ugly, and I knew Micheal would never take it lightly. But the longer I kept it inside, the heavier it became, pressing on my chest until I could barely breathe.And it all came back to her.Ashley.The only reason I was here, sitting in Micheal’s office, staring him down while he glared at me like I was the last person he wanted to see. I hated the fact that he had her, that she looked at him in ways she never looked at me. That jealousy burned hot in my veins—but it was nothing compared to the fear that Simon Veltor's name carried.Her safety was more important than my pride.More important than my resentment.Micheal leaned back in his chair, his sharp eyes cutting through me like blades. “Can we be fast about this?” He asked. “I have a si
MICHEAL'S POV If looks could kill, Liam would already be six feet under. Ashley hadn't stopped glaring at him since the vase shattered. It didn't matter that most of her things were already packed by Liam and that all that was left was waiting for the moving truck—Ashley’s day had been completely ruined by that one broken vase.And I find it hard to support her this time. Because I don't just get it. A vase was just a vase, right? It's replaceable if broken. But judging by the way she sat beside me now with her arms crossed, cheeks flushed from anger, I was starting to realize this was more than just about some piece of porcelain.Liam, of course, wasn't helping. He scoffed from the passenger seat. “I mean, it's just a vase. I don't get why she's so pissed.”I didn't even have the time to react before Ashley shot up with fury in her eyes, ready to lunge at him.“Ash…” I grabbed her, pulling her down quickly and setting her on my lap before she actually scratched his face off. “Enough