Consumed.

NAYLA’S POV.“We didn’t hear anything about them, we are still under investigation, and would try to sort things out as soon as possible,” the officer said, but his words did nothing to suite me.Feeling utterly defeated and overwhelmed, I turned away from the crime scene that now felt like a surreal nightmare. What the hell am I even doing here? I had gone from seeking reassurance about the two men I loved and cared about to facing unfathomable losses and fear. I needed a moment, some space to breathe and gather my thoughts.Absently, I began walking down the street, my feet leading me toward the café I often visited. I realized I hadn’t eaten anything all day, and perhaps finding a quiet spot to sit and think would offer me some clarity. As I entered the café, scanning around for an empty table, where no one could disturb my thoughts. I found a small table in the corner, and i immediately headed towards itI opened the menu before me but barely registered the options. My mind was

Dernière mise à jour : 2026-02-21

Where is she?

ROY’S POVI had given Mr. Mills the address to my safe house a while ago. I knew I wasn’t supposed to disclose that place to anyone, but I felt helpless. I was desperate for someone willing to help me, And Mr Mills said he was happy to. Nayla needed to be here with me while I planned my next move. But at the same time, I had to heal. I could bare even move my body with the amount of pain surging through my veins, making it hard to even sit up.Yet, beneath the pain, I felt a feeling of excitement. Nayla was coming and finally! Finally!! I could see her again. Gosh I missed her so much! It’s been unbearable.The thought filled me with warmth. I could hardly wait to hold her again, to tell her how much she meant to me. But at the same time, telling her about Collin might….fuck!Moments later, I heard a soft knock on my door. It creaked open slowly, revealing Mr. Mills. But the look on his face sent chills down my spine. It wasn’t the reassuring expression I longed for; it was heavy wit

Dernière mise à jour : 2026-02-21

Please, don’t let this be the end.

MARCO’S POV“Boss,” one of my men said over the phone, his voice shaky.“I hat is it again,” I rolled, sipping from my cup of coffee. I was tired! Fed up of hearing invaluable news.“I just saw Nayla coming out of a café. I’m following her now.”My heart skipped a beat, and an intoxicating rush filled me. *Nayla.* Just the thought of her sent electricity coursing through my veins. I sat up, my heart pounding heavily in my chest.“Where?” I asked, trying to keep my voice steady, but it trembled despite my efforts. I could feel the obsession swelling inside me, the told of finally her back…….Ahh!!“I’ll send you the address,” he replied quickly. “Just stay on the line with me.”“Don’t lose her!” I snapped, my impatience boiling. I needed to know where she was at all times. “What café?”“Uh, it’s the one on Fifth Avenue,” he stammered, as if uncertain. “I’ll get you the exact location right now.”“Do it. Now!” My voice grated as I tried to control the frantic energy thrumming through my

Dernière mise à jour : 2026-02-22

At the store.

MARCO’S POV.A few minutes later, I got another call from Pedro, the guy I had asked to follow Nayla. “Pedro,” I said, my heart racing. Had he caught her? Or did he let her slip away? He better not because I would end his precious life without thinking twice about it.“Boss, she just walked into a store. I think she noticed me following her.” He said, increasing my heart beat:“Fucking bastard,” I cursed under my breath, frustration thundering in my chest.“How come? Did you make it obvious?” I asked, anger running through me it was so hard to contain.“No…no boss, I don’t know how she noticed, I only….I tried not to make it obvious, but she noticed,” he said, his voice shaky.“Follow her! Don’t let her escape out the back or anything!” I demanded.“I’m close,” he replied, trying to sound confident. “It doesn’t matter! Just keep your eyes on her!” I yelled before hanging up. I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks. If he lost sight of her, there would be hell to pay.*******Momen

Dernière mise à jour : 2026-02-23

Escape…

MARCO’S POV. (continued)I stormed out of the clothing store, Anger and desperation battling fiercely inside me. The thrill of almost finding Nayla had turned into a burning disappointment. She slipped through my fingers again, and the thought of it sent my blood boiling. My hands balled into fists, my jaw clenched tightly. “This wasn’t over.” I cursed. I glanced back at the shopkeeper, who eyed me cautiously, her phone pressed to her ear like she was making a phone call. I shot her a glare, making her instinctively step back inside the store. I marched to my car, fishing out my phone from my pocket and dialing Pedro’s phone again,“Where the hell is she?” I barked.“I don’t know, Boss,” he stammered, fear evident in his voice. “I thought she went into the cloth store, but then I lost sight of her.”I clenched my fists tighter, rage flaring up inside me. “Lost sight of her? What does that even mean? You were ‘supposed!’ to be right behind her!”“I thought I saw her go in, but…” His v