All Chapters of CAGED BY HIM: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Russian's POVA man in his late forties stepped into the basement, his bald head gleaming under the dim light. A tattoo of a fierce scorpion snaked from his neck to his scalp, marking him as someone not to be trifled with. His body was a canvas of ink, displaying various tattoos that told stories of battles fought and won. He dressed sharply, with a few buttons of his shirt undone, exuding an air of relaxed authority. He walked with a noticeable limp, leaning on a sturdy walking stick that seemed to amplify the aura of danger surrounding him.As soon as he stepped in, his men felt the shift in energy. Fear gripped them, and they quickly bowed their heads in respect, knowing well the weight of his presence. He scanned the room for any signs of error, his gaze sharp and unforgiving. After hours of scrutiny with no complaints to voice, he called out, "Khalid!"Moments later, Khalid, a man in his late twenties adorned with dangling earrings and tattoos, hurried in from another room. "You

Tristan's POVI stood in front of the large mirror, getting ready for work. The morning light danced across the glass, revealing every detail. Then, I noticed Ivory stepping out of the closet room. She looked stunning."Good morning," I said as I walked towards her, placing a gentle kiss on her lips."Good morning," she giggled, her eyes sparkling. I pulled her closer, letting my warm breath brush against her earlobe."So, where are you off to this morning, looking this stunning?" I asked, still focused on kissing her earlobe."I want to go with Clara to the grocery store," she replied, her voice sweet. "Can I please?" She added pouting, her eyes wide and pleading.How could I resist that face? "Yeah, you can go," I said, returning to showering her with soft kisses around her earlobe."Tristan, you have to go to work," she reminded me, smiling as she pulled away slightly.I smirked. "Won't you give your husband a goodbye kiss?"She leaned in and pressed her lips against mine. Immediat

Tristan’s POV As I opened my eyes, there she was - her pale skin nestled against me, her bare body curling up to me as if she feared I would disappear. I couldn't help but admire her peaceful sleeping face, so innocent and pure, a stark contrast to the dangerous life I led. She is mine, she belongs to me and she will forever remain by my side. The thought of losing her made the anger within me stir. I’d ensure she stayed by my side, no matter the cost I will make sure of that. I remembered the Russians, and I felt my anger flaring more. I'd ensure they never got near her, let alone take her from me. I'd make sure of that. Thinking about the day ahead, I gently eased her away from my body. She mumbled softly, her words a sleepy jumble that made me smile. Leaning down, I placed a tender kiss on her forehead, savoring the moment before heading to the bathroom. After my shower, I dressed quickly, mindful of the time. Just as I was about to slip back into the bedroom, the shrill ring of

Ivory's POVAfter the call with Tristan ended, I let out a heavy sigh, a wave of concern washing over me. I just hoped he'd be safe. He always had been, even before you came into the picture. A voice in my head chimed in, urging me to stop fretting unnecessarily. Just then, a soft knock interrupted my thoughts, and Clara slipped inside, her expression concerned."I've been worried about you! What have you been up to in here?" she asked, her eyes bright with curiosity."I just got off the phone with Tristan," I replied, trying to shake off my anxiety."Oh, I hope he's okay," she said, her eyes wide with concern."Yeah, thank you," I sighed in response. "I've been waiting for you downstairs, cause tonight we're going to have a blast!""Oh, I will be with you soon," I said"Just be fast!" she said as she walked out of the room.Once she left, I headed to the bathroom to take a shower, hoping the hot water would ease my restless body and mind. After a refreshing wash, I picked out some c

Tristan's POVAfter many hours of travel, we finally reached Russia. "Are we all ready?" I barked. They all muttered a hesitant "yes." I needed to be clear. "Listen up!" "I don't want a messed-up job. The groups handling the snipers must listen to orders either from me, Elijah, Liam, or Richardo. Are we clear?" Another "yes" echoed back."Good. Make sure to stay alert and avoid getting hit," I reminded them. Again, they responded, "Yes, boss." We walked into the location, and as we burst through the building's doors, a chilling silence enveloped us. I noticed that everywhere looked completely deserted. "Let's go," I instructed my men. We ventured deeper into the building, searching every nook and cranny, but there was no one in sight. "Elijah, are you sure this is the right location?" I asked, frustration creeping in. "Tell the men to scan everywhere," I added, my anger rising. After a while, Elijah returned, his face stoic. Shaking his head. "We have checked the entire building,