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Third POVCassiel stepped out of the blacked-out Maybach, adjusting the cuff of his tailored black shirt as his gaze swept over the upscale restaurant.From the outside, Élan Noir was just another high-end dining establishment—where the city’s elite indulged in overpriced delicacies under dim chandeliers.But Cassiel knew better.This was his.A front and a fortress.The restaurant served two purposes: a place for legitimate business and a hidden nerve center for matters that never made it to legal ledgers. Deals were sealed here, alliances forged, betrayals whispered between bites of steak.Cassiel walked in without a word, his presence immediately noticed.The hostess barely lifted her gaze before nodding toward the back. She knew who he was—what he was. No need for small talk.He moved past the main dining area, where powerful men clinked glasses and their companions laughed at jokes that weren’t funny. His path led to a private section, the lighting softer, the air heavier.A boot
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Third POV The warehouse near Cassiel’s private docks was nothing short of a tomb. The dim overhead lights buzzed like dying fireflies, barely illuminating the blood-stained floor beneath them. Rust and salt clung to the air, thick and suffocating. The faint sounds of waves crashing against the docks outside were a cruel contrast to the scene unfolding within these walls. A man was slumped in a steel chair at the center of it all, arms bound behind his back with industrial-strength zip ties. His face was barely recognizable—swollen, bloody, and bruised beyond reason. His breathing came in wet, shaky gasps. Marco stood in front of him, rolling his shoulders as he wiped the blood off his knuckles with a cloth. He had spent the last hour breaking the man apart, but so far, the traitor hadn’t uttered a single useful word. A slow, deliberate set of footsteps echoed through the warehouse. Marco’s lips curled into a smirk. Cassiel stepped inside, Enzo trailing behind him. The moment
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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 leaned back slightly, his steel-gray eyes locked onto Julian’s. He didn’t speak right away. Instead, he let the weight of Julian’s demand settle between them like an unspoken challenge.Tell me everything.Julian’s grip on the sheets was tight, his knuckles white. He was still weak, his body recovering from the poison, but his mind was sharp—too sharp.Cassiel knew he wouldn’t let this go.A slow exhale.“Valerian Cross,” Cassiel finally said, his voice low, deliberate. “You know the name. Tell me why.”Julian’s jaw tensed. “No. You first.”Cassiel’s lips curved, but the smile was anything but amused. “You’re in no position to make demands, Julian.”Julian didn’t flinch. “I was nearly murdered in this hospital bed. I think I deserve to know why.”Cassiel studied him. Then, with an exasperated sigh, he sat back down beside the bed.“Valerian isn’t just an enemy,” Cassiel said. “He’s a problem I thought I solved years ago.” His fingers tapped against his thigh. “I was
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Third POVThe photographs lay scattered across Julian’s ransacked apartment floor. Each one, a quiet but undeniable testament to just how long Valerian Cross had been watching.Cassiel stood motionless, the dim lighting casting long shadows over his sharp features. His steel-gray eyes swept over the images again—Julian at a piano bar, Julian on the streets, Julian leaving a grocery store—Julian, everywhere.For months.Enzo stood nearby, silent, letting the weight of the discovery sink in.Cassiel exhaled slowly, tapping a single photo against his palm.Valerian had been patient. Too patient.Now, he was making his move.Cassiel slid the photograph between his fingers and handed it to Enzo.“Find out who took these,” he ordered.Enzo nodded, taking the photo. “Whoever it was, they were good. No obvious patterns, no street angles that show a tail. This wasn’t a rush job.”“No,” Cassiel said darkly. “It was calculated.”Enzo’s brows furrowed. “If he’s had eyes on Julian for this long, w
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Third POVThe warehouse stood on the edge of the city, abandoned long ago, its walls lined with rust and forgotten sins. Faint moonlight slipped through the broken ceiling, casting jagged shadows against the cold concrete floor.Inside, two figures faced each other—one seated at a rusted steel table, fingers idly tapping the surface, the other standing in the dim light, their face obscured by the shadows.The air was thick, humming with something unspoken.The seated figure—the mastermind—tilted their head slightly, amusement curling at their lips.“Punctual. I like that.”The standing figure didn’t respond immediately. Their silence wasn’t uncertainty—it was calculation.“You said you had a plan.”A slow chuckle. “Not just a plan. A guarantee.”The standing figure exhaled. “And what guarantee would that be?”A name fell between them like a blade.“Julian Dantes.”The standing figure’s posture remained rigid, unreadable.“You want him gone.”The seated figure’s lips parted in a sharp,
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Third POVThe club pulsed with life, its dim neon lights casting deep shadows over the crowd. Bodies pressed together, lost in the throbbing bass, the scent of sweat, alcohol, and desperation thick in the air. Renata Varela sat at the bar, legs crossed, her crimson dress riding up just enough to tempt but not reveal.She lifted her glass to her lips, taking a slow sip of tequila as her gaze slid lazily over the men in the room. Some were watching her, captivated by the way she carried herself—danger wrapped in silk, temptation laced with poison.And then, she found him.Tall, broad, dark-eyed. Handsome in a rugged way. The kind of man who looked like he didn’t ask too many questions.Perfect.She smirked, crooking a finger. He came without hesitation.“Looking for company?” she purred.The man leaned in, voice deep, thick with lust. “Depends. You offering?”Renata tilted her head, dragging a finger down his chest. “Maybe.”Minutes later, they were in the backseat of her sleek black ca
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Third POV“Then you should’ve trusted me,” Julian said. “I would’ve played along. I would’ve helped.”“I couldn’t risk it. You wear your heart too open.”Julian scoffed. “That’s rich coming from the man who kills with a smile.”Cassiel turned sharply. “Don’t push it.”Julian folded his arms. “Then tell me where Bash is. I want to see him.”“No.”“What?”“It’s not safe.”Julian’s brows knitted. “Not safe? From who?”“We’re being watched. Closely. There are spies inside this estate. Possibly even staff. If anyone finds out Bash is alive—”“I won’t tell anyone!”Cassiel stepped forward, lowering his voice. “It’s not about you telling. It’s about someone seeing. One slip, one wrong door opened, one misplaced word—and he dies for real this time.”Julian’s lips quivered. “So what am I supposed to do? Pretend like none of this happened? Smile? Sleep beside you like nothing’s wrong?”“Yes,” Cassiel said without flinching. “Exactly
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Third POVBack at the estate, Cassiel was in his study again, shirt half-unbuttoned, eyes on the monitors. He didn’t even look up when Enzo returned.“Gregor took it,” Enzo said.“Of course he did.”“Think Marco will fall for it?”Cassiel chuckled. “He’s already falling. This just gives him permission.”Enzo leaned on the edge of the desk. “And if he doesn’t bite?”Cassiel turned his gaze to the screen showing Bash’s hidden chamber. The figure on the screen sat still, unmoving.“Then we kill him anyway.”The next day, Marco was pacing in one of the surveillance offices, the flash drive burning in his palm. He’d stolen it from Gregor’s coat when the fool left it unattended. Or so Marco believed.He plugged it into the secure laptop, scanned through the contents, and his eyes widened.Manifest. Flight route. Photos of what looked like Bash, sedated and cuffed, being prepared for movement.“This can’t be real…” he muttered.But i
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Third POVSmoke curled into the air, dancing lazily toward the ceiling of the dimly lit study. Cassiel leaned back in his leather armchair, legs crossed, a half-burnt cigar resting between his fingers. Enzo stood across from him, hands clasped behind his back, eyes fixed on the large monitor on the wall.“I still don’t understand why we’re not moving Bash out of the state,” Enzo said, breaking the silence. “We’ve already created an airtight trail. Documents, IDs, handlers. It’s all ready.”Cassiel took a long drag from the cigar and exhaled. “He’s staying here.”Enzo blinked. “Why?”“Because I want him close. I trust no one. Not even you,” Cassiel replied without looking up.“You think I’d mess with Bash’s transport?” Enzo raised a brow.“I think you’d do what’s necessary if the time ever came.” Cassiel set the cigar down and reached for the iPad resting beside him. “That’s why you’re valuable. That’s also why you’re dangerous.”Enzo gave a small
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Third POVFour cloaked men sat around the round stone table, the flicker of candlelight casting distorted shadows on the walls of the underground chamber. The air was thick with dampness and secrecy. None of them spoke for a while, only the rustling of their cloaks and the occasional creak of an old chair filled the silence.The man seated at the far end leaned forward. “He’s gone too far this time.”A second man turned his head. “You mean Cassiel?”He nodded. “Burning the boy alive in front of his own brother? That was reckless. Emotional. Not like him.”“He dug his own grave,” the third one murmured. “Cassiel’s slipping. He’s letting sentiment drive him now. That’s dangerous.”The fourth one chuckled slowly. “Sentiment? He was proving a point. That’s what he does best.”“No,” the first man cut in sharply. “That wasn’t Bash. It was Arnold.”A stunned silence settled like a bomb had just gone off.“You’re sure?” the second man asked slowly.
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Third POVJulian’s head throbbed. His vision blurred, not from any injury, but from how tightly the panic coiled his chest. His arms were shaking, lips trembling, and no amount of wiping could stop the tears. They just kept falling—fast, hot, and helpless.He barely registered the harsh tug on his arm until he stumbled, dragged by Enzo toward the sleek black car waiting just outside the warehouse. His legs moved, but his mind didn’t. He was just… floating in a nightmare.Cassiel sat in the back seat. Hands clasped, expression cold, jaw locked. Not even a blink as Julian was shoved into the seat beside him like a broken toy.The door shut.Julian didn’t look at him. Couldn’t. He stared ahead. Still seeing Bash. Still hearing him scream. Still smelling burnt flesh.Cassiel leaned forward slightly. “Drive.”Enzo didn’t say a word. He obeyed immediately, tires screeching as they pulled onto the road.The silence in the car was brutal. Suffocating. Ju
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Third POVWhat could Cassiel be up to? Why hadn’t he said anything? Was there something more going on — something Julian wasn’t being told?The questions circled in his mind, and he found himself at the base of the grand staircase without remembering how he’d gotten there. He paused, staring up at the darkened hallways above, wondering what he might find if he went looking.He’d always been good at reading people, at picking up on the smallest details. But Cassiel… Cassiel had always been an enigma, a puzzle he couldn’t quite figure out. And that frustration, the constant tug of curiosity, made it difficult to let go. To accept that some things weren’t meant to be understood.He closed his eyes for a brief moment, willing the thoughts to quiet down. But they didn’t. They only grew louder, more insistent.Something was happening. And Julian wasn’t sure if he was ready to find out what.As the morning stretched on, Julian found him
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Third POVThe bed beside him was empty.He had known it would be. He'd woken up earlier than usual, his internal clock already attuned to the routine that had settled between them. It was a routine that kept the silence from becoming too uncomfortable, the distance from becoming too obvious. Cassiel had always been an early riser, his movements graceful yet purposeful as he left the bed. Julian, on the other hand, had become accustomed to lying still until the weight of reality pulled him fully awake.Rolling over onto his side, Julian stared at the empty space where Cassiel had been moments ago. The absence was familiar, like the echo of a song long forgotten. It wasn’t that Julian expected anything different, but some mornings, the emptiness felt more pronounced. He ran a hand over his face, rubbing the sleep from his eyes before swinging his legs over the side of the bed.He stretched his arms above his head, the muscles in his back a
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Third POVJulian lay on his side, watching the shadows dance across the ceiling. Cassiel’s breathing beside him was slow, steady, the rise and fall of his chest almost hypnotic. He looked peaceful in sleep — something that seemed ironic considering the kind of man he truly was.Julian exhaled quietly and glanced at the clock.3:17 AM.He waited a few more minutes, letting time stretch as he lay perfectly still. Then, slowly, he turned to Cassiel. He reached a hand over his sleeping form and waved it softly in front of his face. No reaction. Cassiel’s breathing didn’t hitch. His eyes didn’t flutter.Julian allowed himself a tiny sigh of relief. Slipping the duvet aside, he planted one foot silently on the floor, then the other. His bare feet padded soundlessly on the cold hardwood. He tiptoed toward the door, his hand closing around the brass handle —"Going off to sniff through my computer again?" came the low, unmistakable voice
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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
