Semua Bab Behind Him: Bab 11 - Bab 20

Ezra’s patience had long since worn thin.Anger wasn't the only thing burning inside him—hatred, fury, and an insatiable need to make the bastard in front of him suffer clawed at his insides. His jaw clenched, his grip tightening around the hilt of his knife as he stared at the trembling man on his knees.Ezra had blown up the yacht, expecting the traitor to go down with it. But somehow, against all odds, the f*cker survived. He should’ve been dead. Ezra made sure of it. Yet here he was, caught again by his men after trying to escape. The audacity.The cellar was deathly silent, save for the ragged breathing of the man before him. The air was thick with the scent of blood and burnt flesh, the walls stained with proof of Ezra’s past punishments.His voice was a quiet storm when he spoke.“You’ve got some nerve.” His tone was dangerously calm. “Is life so meaningless to you that you keep throwing it away?”The man’s whole body trembled, his face already bruised and bloodied from the bea

"What the hell do you think you're doing?! Do you have a death wish? Damn it! I went through all this trouble to save you, and now you're just trying to get yourself killed?!" The man's furious voice rang out, filled with frustration and urgency as he glared at Louelita. "You owe me your life, so you better stay alive and stay with me!"Louelita froze at the sudden outburst, her body stiffening in the stranger's strong grip. It wasn't just his loud voice that had her attention but also the striking features of his face-sharp yet refined, his expression hardened by irritation and anger. The contrast between his handsome, almost gentle appearance and his current rage was startling.Before she could react, the man turned to the trembling truck driver. "You! Get the hell out of here before I decide to crush your truck to dust!" His voice was filled with a dangerous authority, his sharp red eyes gleaming with a barely contained fury.The driver, already pale with fear, wasted no time. He h

Ezra’s patience was wearing thin. He was pissed at everyone.For the past few days, Louelita had been deliberately avoiding him, and he knew exactly why. Omar. His right-hand man had a way of saying things that made the woman uncomfortable. She was keeping her distance—not out of resentment, but because she wanted him to focus on his work.But how could he concentrate when she was constantly in his thoughts?“F*ck,” he muttered under his breath, leaning back in his chair, fingers pinching the bridge of his nose.The maids had been talking. He overheard them whispering about how Louelita had accidentally listened in on his conversation with Omar the day before.And now, she probably thought she was a burden to him.Ezra clenched his jaw. That’s not true. If anything, she was the reason he worked harder. The thought of her—her quiet presence, her careful way of speaking, her scent that lingered in his bedroom even when she wasn't there—motivated him to finish his work quickly and return

Before Ezra even stepped off the helicopter, he could already see the commotion unfolding below. His men were swarming around someone like a colony of frantic ants. His brows furrowed deeply.“What the f*ck is going on?” he demanded, his voice laced with irritation, and his jaw tightening.“I’ll handle it right away, boss,” the pilot quickly assured him, glancing at his boss, who was intently watching the chaos below. A lump formed in the pilot’s throat as he noted the sheer fury in Ezra’s expression.Outside, his men were running back and forth, their hurried movements visible from the helicopter as it descended toward the estate’s private helipad.“Make it happen now! Those fuckers are doing shit behind my back!” Ezra barked his order, his voice sharp and commanding.Before the helicopter had even fully landed, Ezra jumped out, his long strides carrying him straight into his mansion. His heartbeat pounded against his ribs as he pushed forward, the urgent tension tightening his chest

Ezra Slain’s patience was already dwindling when he heard the familiar, almost playful voice of one of his men.“Boss, we called you about ten times after our plane landed. I’m guessing you were a little... preoccupied with the Lady, which is why you didn’t answer our calls.”It was Primo who spoke, his voice carrying a teasing lilt.Louelita, seated quietly beside Ezra, turned to look at the four men standing in front of them. This was the first time she’d truly paid attention to their faces, and now that she did, she couldn’t help but notice how eerily similar they looked. Their features, their expressions—everything about them screamed familiarity.They’re brothers, she thought. They have to be.Before she could dwell on it any further, Ezra’s sharp voice cut through the air like a blade.“I didn’t hear my phone ring. Don’t make me look like a fool—I’m not an idiot like you,” he snapped, leveling a cold glare at the four men, who merely shook their heads in feigned disbelief.Lolit