Semua Bab The Devil In A Suit: Bab 181 - Bab 190

Third POVThe morning air was crisp and filled with the aroma of freshly brewed coffee and the distant hint of sea salt drifting through the open windows of the penthouse. Birds chirped outside as sunlight streamed into the living room, casting long golden beams across the tiled floor.Inside, chaos had already taken over.“I told you it’s not about the weight—it’s the stamina!” Axel yelled from the hallway, arms flailing as he followed closely behind a grinning Gavin who clutched a protein bar in one hand and a stopwatch in the other.Gavin laughed. “You’re just bitter I beat your time yesterday.”Axel scoffed. “In what? Sleeping? Please, the only thing you’ve beaten is your mouth running faster than your legs.”They rounded the corner into the living room, still caught in their playful bickering when Lucian stepped out, dragging his feet, a blanket hanging from his shoulders like a cape. His hair was a tousled mess, and he looked seconds away from collapsin

Third POVIn the silent shadows of Cassiel’s mansion, the air was thick with tension. The grand study was dimly lit, a single overhead lamp casting golden pools of light onto the polished mahogany desk. Papers were spread out in an organized chaos—maps, photographs, scribbled notes, and red-marked zones that indicated every possible place Emiliano could be hiding.Enzo leaned over the table, eyes sharp, brows furrowed. “These are the last six locations our intel confirmed as previous strongholds,” he said, tapping a pen against one worn-out photo. “If Emiliano’s resurfaced, he’s not going to hide like a rat. He’s going to start by securing one of his old bases and gathering loyal remnants.”Cassiel didn’t speak, only nodded. His eyes moved across the intel in silence, calculating, thinking. The tension on his face was undeniable—he hadn’t slept properly in days. Losing Julian had already shattered something in him, and the looming threat of Emiliano felt like a tightenin

Third POVCassiel stared at the rain-slicked pavement through the mansion’s large window, fingers tapping a silent rhythm on the pane, eyes burning with determination. Enzo stepped into the study, rifle slung low, his face a storm of urgency.“He hit first,” Enzo said without preamble. “Emiliano took Julian. They moved fast, night crossing. Now it’s our turn.”Cassiel inhaled slowly, his breath steadying. He released the tension in his shoulders. “Then we go.”In the foyer, Lucian checked his weapon, optic sight glinting. Axel fastened the grip on his suppressed pistol with a snap. Both men wore tactical gear — vests, belts loaded with extra magazines and grenades. Cassiel met their eyes.“Stay sharp,” he said quietly. “We get him back and end this.”Outside, rain pattered on the SUV roof, the engine idling like a beast gearing up. In the driveway, Miss Maria knelt beside a trembling Gavin. He clutched the silver necklace Cassiel had removed from his own neck

Third POVCassiel’s wrists ached from the tight ropes digging into his skin. His head throbbed, not just from the aftereffects of the gas but from the tension that now coiled in his gut like a serpent preparing to strike. His eyes lifted slowly, narrowed against the harsh glare of the warehouse lights. His gaze fell on Julian, bound no more, but frozen mid-breath, a pistol trembling in his grip as Emiliano towered behind him.Across the room, Enzo stirred, tied beside Cassiel. Blood ran down the side of his face from a sharp blow he had taken earlier. They had been ambushed, despite their meticulous plans. Cassiel’s mind replayed every step, every clearance, every move. Somewhere, someone had betrayed them. And now—now Julian stood with a loaded gun, his lover’s life at the barrel.“You should’ve killed Moreau,” Emiliano’s voice cut through the tension like a knife through cloth. His lips curled in a cruel smile. “That old bastard patched me up with his roach-bitten hand

Third POVThe vehicle screeched around the bend with tires shrieking against the road. Enzo sat beside Cassiel in the backseat, Julian’s limp body cradled in Cassiel’s arms, blood still trickling from the puncture wound where the poisoned arrow had struck. Lucian was at the wheel, jaw tight, eyes unblinking as he sped through traffic like a madman.Julian’s skin was growing colder. His breathing was shallow, labored.“Stay with me,” Cassiel whispered, brushing strands of hair off Julian’s damp forehead. “Just hang in there a bit longer. We’re almost there.”Enzo was on the phone. “Dr. Lee—it’s Enzo. We’ve got an emergency. Julian’s been poisoned. Arrow wound. He’s fading fast.”“Bring him to the private emergency wing. I’ll have everything set up,” Dr. Lee’s calm voice responded through the receiver.“ETA: Ten minutes,” Enzo barked and ended the call.They pulled up at the hospital just as a team of medical staff ran out with a gurney. Lucian jumped out f