Semua Bab Entangled in the rival's hold : Bab 1 - Bab 5

Vincent's POV There, near the bar, a tall man caught my attention. His body was a bit muscular. I could picture myself leaning in on him, feeling the burn of my skin against his, tasting the sharp sting of his kiss. I imagined stepping in, closing the space between us, while my hand ran along the back of his neck.I shook my head slightly to clear the thoughts, but it was just one of the many that settled in my mind. The club was alive with rhythm, the neon light flickering and casting shadows of the men who swayed their bodies to the music. A gay club where there was no shame in the air, only freedom, self-expression, and desire.I leaned back in my chair, half listening to the music. Another figure caught my attention. I watched his cherry lips part as he gulped down the whiskey. He had an unrefined smile and a mischievous grin on his face as he laughed heartily with the group of men surrounding him.He moved to the dance floor, shrugging his jacket off his shoulders and letting it

Diego's POV I struggle to get up and my eyes wander to the pair of the men at the entrance. The two men he brought with him hardly speak. They always loom in the background like shadows. He cuts through the air, repeating the same words, “Follow me.”My thoughts swirl, trying to make sense of the situation. What's going on? What does he want from me?I stumble after my uncle, Roberto as he leads me through the dimly lit hallway. The faint sound of my ragged breath echoes in my ears. I'm still struggling to move my legs after being punched severally.I follow him into his study. A chill room that smells like old books and cigar. The lighting is also dim. He strides ahead, leaving me no time to catch up. Immediately my foot is anchored on the floor, the men shut the door behind us.He leans by the table, half-seated on it. His face is masked with a sense of urgency, but also has a calm expression. His salt and pepper hair, shaved and neatly combed and his tailored suit gave him the app

Diego's POVMy mind raced as I stepped into the room. Roberto motioned me to sit on the worn leather chair. “You've been given a job, Diego, and it's a simple one.” His voice was sharp and commanding as always. He reclined in his chair, his posture stiff. Anthony stood by his side, without uttering a word. He simply stared at me.“You're going to spy on Mr. Rocco.” He dropped the bombshell, making my racing mind to calm down. I nodded my head, not trusting myself to speak.“Rocco is our nemesis.” He mentioned, his tone dropping slightly as if saying the name out loud was bitter. “We'll work your way into the home as a domestic staff.” He turned to look at Anthony who nodded his head. “We've learnt that they need a nanny. That will be your disguise.” “Nanny?” I repeated, raising my eyebrow as I was taken aback by the plan. That was the least of what I expected. I had no idea how to put up with children.“Blend in. Keep your feminine disguise on. Collect information.” Roberto said.“Ye