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Third POVThe gunshot split the air like a thunderclap.Cassiel’s hand moved on instinct.In a single, fluid motion, he wrenched Julian by the collar and yanked him off the chair just as the windows behind them shattered. Glass rained down like a thousand jagged knives, sparkling under the chandelier’s glow.The maids screamed from the kitchen.Julian hit the floor with a grunt, but Cassiel didn’t let go. He flattened Julian beneath him, shielding him with his body as he pulled out his gun and aimed toward the broken window.Silence.Then—“Stay down.” Cassiel’s voice was ice-cold.Julian was breathing hard beneath him. “What the fuck—”Another shot.Cassiel rolled them both to the side, knocking over a chair just as a second bullet embedded itself in the mahogany dining table.His eyes snapped to the bullet’s trajectory.Rooftop. North side.“Fucking sniper.”Cassiel grabbed Julian by the back of the neck, hauling him to his feet. “Move.”Julian resisted. “Wait—”Cassiel shoved him t
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Third POVThe club was alive.Heavy bass throbbed through the floors, shaking the air with a rhythm designed to make you forget the outside world. Strobe lights flickered, painting everything in flashes of electric blue and crimson. A den of indulgence. A place where power met pleasure.Cassiel Morelli sat in the VIP section, untouched by the chaos. He wasn’t exactly keen on facing Julian after the chaos that had erupted today because he would ask questions he wasn’t ready to answer.A glass of whiskey rested in his hand, but he barely sipped it. Across from him, Enzo lounged on the black leather couch, two women draped over him, their laughter nothing more than background noise.“You look miserable,” Enzo remarked, swirling his drink.Cassiel’s fingers tapped against his glass. “I’m fine.”Enzo smirked. “Liar.” He leaned back, stretching his arms. “We came here to unwind, but you look like you’re planning a massacre.”Cassiel finally took a sip. “Maybe I am.”Enzo chuckled, shaking h
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Third POVThe estate was quiet.Not the eerie kind of quiet—the dangerous kind. The kind that came after chaos.Cassiel stepped inside, his movements smooth but purposeful, the weight of the night still lingering on his shoulders. His security detail gave subtle nods as he passed, but he barely acknowledged them.The night’s events still clung to his skin like smoke—Valerian’s threats, Renata’s confrontation, and the ever-growing sense that things were shifting, that the battle had begun.He needed a shower, maybe another drink, and then an hour of peace.His thoughts flickered to Julian.A muscle in Cassiel’s jaw twitched. Stubborn little thing. He exited the elevator and his footsteps were silent against the marble floors as he moved through the dimly lit halls, finally pushing open the bedroom door.He didn’t bother turning on the lights as his sharp gaze flicking to the bed. And there he was.Julian lay on the massive bed, curled slightly, chest rising and falling with even breath
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Third POVSunlight bled through the heavy curtains, casting a golden glow over the room. The warmth should have been comforting, but to Julian, it was an unwelcome disturbance.He groaned, stretching lazily before his brain caught up with his body. His hand moved toward the bedside table, fingers brushing the cool surface as his eyes flickered open.The clock glared at him.11:24 AM.Julian froze.His sleep-fogged mind struggled to process it. He never slept in this late. Ever.A slow breath left his lips. His muscles tensed, that familiar unease creeping over him.And then—Cassiel.His head snapped toward the other side of the bed, only to find it empty.The sheets were undisturbed.The pillow was cool.The bastard had been gone for hours.Julian’s jaw clenched as realization struck.He left without explaining.His fingers tightened around the blanket. His pulse pounded in his ears, heat surging to his face.Then—A string of curses tore from his lips, sharp and livid.“You lying, m
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Third POVThe black maybach tore through the streets, slicing through traffic while Cassiel sat in the backseat, shoulders taut, his breathing controlled but sharp. The scent of blood filled his nostrils — blood from the mole.The scent of iron and sweat clung to his skin, soaked into the dark fabric of his ruined shirt. He exhaled through his nose, stripping it off in one fluid motion, revealing the taut muscle underneath. His body bore old scars and fresh reminders of the life he lived.The mole had cracked.Cassiel had heard his voice break, felt his bones shatter beneath his hands. And yet, there had been no relief, no satisfaction—only the lingering knowledge that the real enemy was still out there.And right now, Julian was their target.He pulled on a clean black shirt, rolling his stiff shoulders.“Faster,” he ordered.Enzo didn’t reply, but the engine growled louder, responding to the command in his voice.Cassiel’s phone vibrated with a caller ID from the hospital.He answe
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Third POVCassiel’s grip tightened around the woman’s wrist, crushing the delicate bones beneath his fingers. The syringe trembled in her grasp, the needle’s tip still hovering mere inches above Julian’s IV line.The woman sucked in a sharp breath, her disguise crumbling under his presence.Cassiel hadn’t spoken a word.Yet his silence was more terrifying than any threat.Her breathing turned shallow, frantic. “I—”Cassiel twisted her wrist just enough to send a spike of pain shooting up her arm. Not enough to break it—not yet.“Who sent you?” His voice was low, deadly.She winced, her fingers loosening, but he didn’t let the syringe fall. He caught it effortlessly, holding it between two fingers, his gaze a blade against her skin.He turned it slightly, watching the clear liquid inside swirl. His thumb hovered over the plunger. “You were going to push this into his bloodstream.” His eyes flicked to Julian’s motionless body, his jaw ticking. “I wonder what it would do to you.”She sti
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Third POVCassiel turned, meeting his gaze. "You tell me."Julian stepped forward, voice low. "I went into your study because I needed to see if what I suspected was true.""And?""You tell too many lies with too calm a face."Cassiel slipped his shirt on. "Then stop trusting me."Julian flinched. "Maybe I already have."The silence that followed was sharper than any argument. Cassiel finished dressing, adjusted his collar, and walked toward the door."Where are you going now?" Julian asked.Cassiel paused, looking over his shoulder. "To finish what you just made harder."And then he was gone.Julian sank onto the bed, the quiet roaring in his ears.He had poked the sleeping typhoon.And now the storm was coming.It was well past midnight when the screech of iron gates raked through the silence of the estate. Julian, stretched out on the leather couch in the sitting room, didn’t move. He’d been there for hours, unmoving, e
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Third POVHe opened the door to find Enzo standing there, his expression unreadable. “Julian. Cassiel asked me to check in. He’s running late.”Julian nodded. “Thanks.”Enzo hesitated. “Is everything alright?”Julian’s smile was tight. “Of course. Why wouldn’t it be?”“Right.” Enzo handed him a small envelope. “He said to give you this.”Julian took it, closed the door, and opened it. Inside was a handwritten note:“I’ll be back soon. Don’t miss me too much.” —CJulian stared at it for a long moment before folding it and slipping it into the drawer beside the bed.He walked to the mirror and looked at himself.Eyes empty. Smile brittle. Heart breaking.But he was ready.He would let the game continue.Just a little longer.And then he’d burn Cassiel’s empire to the ground.With Cassiel gone for what he claimed would be two days, the silence settled like a thick fog in the room. Julian didn’t bother turning on the lights. Th
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Third POVCassiel stood up from the bed, his movements fluid and purposeful, the golden rays of dawn filtering through the half-drawn curtains to cast streaks of light across his back. Julian’s eyes trailed him from where he lay on the bed, sheets barely covering his waist. The intimacy of the morning had not dulled the tension between them — it only amplified it. Silence stretched between them, long and thick, but neither of them spoke.Cassiel crossed the room, pulling on his shirt one sleeve at a time, eyes focused on the buttons as if they held answers to unspoken questions. Julian shifted on the bed, his body aching slightly from the roughness of the night before. The love they made — if it could be called that — had been more desperate than tender, more about claiming than connecting.Cassiel’s voice broke the silence. “I might not be back for two days. There’s some unfinished business I need to deal with.”Julian sat up slowly, wrapping the sheet around h
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Third POV Julian lay sprawled on the bed, his skin still glistening from their hurried session, but his body far from satisfied. His chest rose and fell in uneven breaths, his gaze never leaving Cassiel’s form as the man stood at the edge of the bed, slipping his arms into the sleeves of a crisp, fresh shirt. There was something primal in the way Julian watched him — the easy strength in Cassiel’s muscles, the lazy confidence in his movements, the way the early light caught the sharpness of his jawline. It stirred something deep inside Julian — a raw, gnawing hunger that their rushed coupling had barely managed to soothe. Still breathing heavily, Julian pushed himself up onto his elbows, voice a low, sultry murmur that caught Cassiel’s attention immediately. “Take me with you. To the bathroom.” Cassiel turned to him, one brow arching, a slow smirk crawling across his face. "You’ll be the death of me," he murmured, voice th
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Third POVThe late morning sun cast a warm glow across the bedroom, soft and deceptive in its peace. Cassiel stood near the wardrobe, buttoning up the cuffs of his deep navy dress shirt, the color sharpening the angles of his powerful frame. Julian watched from the bed, still draped in casual loungewear, a quiet observer to a world he had learned to navigate with caution.Cassiel’s voice broke the silence first, calm and low.“I’ll be heading out later today,” he said, glancing at Julian with a small smile. “Some unfinished business to deal with. Enzo will be coming with me.”Julian smiled back — sweet, easy, as if his heart wasn’t already coiling with suspicion inside his chest. He stood from the bed, padding over to where Cassiel stood adjusting his cufflinks.“Stay safe,” Julian murmured, reaching up to fix a slightly askew button on Cassiel’s shirt.He leaned in, brushing a short, feather-light kiss against Cassiel’s lips. Me
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Third POVJulian smiled — a smile so practiced that even he could barely tell the difference anymore — as he lay like a log of wood beneath Cassiel’s wandering touch. Cassiel’s hand ghosted over his waist, dipped lower, traced back up in featherlight strokes meant to soothe and seduce. Julian allowed it, his body pliant, his mind elsewhere.He prayed in silence.Prayed for the sun to rise.Prayed for an escape.Prayed for this twisted play to end.The night stretched painfully long, but eventually, the heavy weight of Cassiel’s body shifted beside him, the man slipping into a deeper sleep. Julian kept perfectly still, his breathing even, his heart barricaded behind thick walls. Every second he spent tangled with the man who sold his brother was a second he lost a piece of himself. Yet he endured. He had to.When faint light finally crept across the windowsill, Julian tossed slightly, feigning a stretch, only to find the bed startlingly empty. The sheets were still warm, but Cassiel wa
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Third POVJulian returned home with a forced calm stitched into his every movement. His week-long vacation had been anything but restful. Behind the luxury hotel walls and scheduled solo explorations was a man spiraling through discovery, betrayal, and the kind of anguish that curled like smoke beneath the surface.Cassiel had been waiting for him at the entrance of the mansion, arms folded, wearing the softest smile. A smile Julian used to fall for, once. A smile that now felt like a blade hidden in velvet."Did you enjoy yourself?" Cassiel asked, stepping forward to press a kiss on Julian's forehead.Julian nodded. "It was what I needed. Time to think."He didn’t lie. He did think — relentlessly. About Bash. About the strange silences in Cassiel’s stories. About the hushed conversation he overheard weeks ago from the hallway. His brother had vanished in a whirlwind, and Cassiel's concern was too polished, too convenient. He knew something. Maybe everything.Inside the walls of their
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Third POVThe soft gray hue of dawn crept gently across the sprawling city, casting long shadows over Cassiel’s king-sized bed. Sheets were tangled at his waist, the warmth of sleep still clinging to his skin as he stirred. But the space beside him was empty.Cassiel blinked slowly, adjusting to the early light. Silence hung in the room like a breath not yet exhaled. And then he saw him.Julian.He stood by the floor-length window, bare-chested, arms folded loosely across his torso. The city below stretched endlessly—a living mosaic of people, cars, lives—and Julian, in that moment, looked like a figure painted into stillness.Cassiel didn’t call out. He rose quietly from the bed, letting the morning air cool his skin as he tiptoed across the marble floor. Every step brought him closer until he stood just behind him, close enough to feel the calm tension in Julian’s shoulders.Without a word, Cassiel slid his arms around Julian’s waist, pressing his chest softly against his back. His
