เข้าสู่ระบบSilas’s POVThe target had a name now.Michael and Daniel had spent the night cross-referencing everything pulled from the handler, Erik Reiter, the safe-house drives, and the residual data from the destroyed optical device. What emerged was a mid-level coordinator who sat closer to Marcus than anyone else we had reached so far. His name was Stefan Vogt. He managed several of the remaining clean financial channels and coordinated the low-level surveillance teams. He was careful, but not careful enough.By dawn we had a location: a discreet upper-floor office in a mixed-use building on the edge of the financial district. Not a fortress. Not a safe house. Just a place he believed was ordinary enough to remain invisible.I drove. Daniel sat in the passenger seat with the live feeds open on the tablet. Two additional teams were already in position—one covering the exits, one ready to move on the building’s security system. The plan was simple and brutal: isolate Vogt, extract him, and lea
Eden’s POVThe destruction of the optical device should have felt like a victory. For a few hours it almost did. The teams had swept the roofs, the chimneys, the decorative stonework, and every angle that could possibly look into the study. Financial pressure continued to tighten around the shell companies linked to the handler. Jonas and Silas’s second team had cleaned out another storage site in the city. On paper, we were winning the small battles.I knew better than to trust the quiet.Marcus had never been the kind of man who absorbed losses without answering. The first photograph had been a demonstration. The second had been a violation. Whatever came next would be designed to remind us that he still held initiative in places we could not yet see.I spent the late afternoon in the operations room with Daniel and Michael, reviewing the fragmented data recovered from the destroyed device. It had been sophisticated—small, well-shielded, and programmed to transmit only in short, enc
Eden’s POVThe second photograph did not break the house. It sharpened it.By the time the sun fully rose, every window facing the tree line had been sealed with reinforced shutters. Additional thermal drones flew continuous overlapping patterns across the grounds. Michael and Daniel had already torn the overnight logs apart, searching for any device capable of transmitting an image from that precise distance and angle. Security teams moved in pairs through the corridors and along the outer paths, weapons visible, faces set in the same cold expression.I refused to stay locked in a single room.“I’m not becoming a prisoner in my own house because Marcus has a camera fetish,” I told Daddy when he suggested I remain in the inner rooms for the day. “He wants me scared and hidden. He’s not getting that version of me.”Daddy studied me for a long moment, the muscle in his jaw working once. Then he gave a short, controlled nod. “You stay within the inner perimeter. You do not go near the tr
Eden’s POVThe strategy meeting had drained every remaining reserve of energy from the house. Plans were set, teams assigned, and the first coordinated strikes against Marcus’s network scheduled to begin before dawn. When the others finally left the study, the silence that replaced their voices felt almost physical.Daddy closed the door and locked it with a decisive click. For a long moment he simply looked at me across the room, the weight of everything Marcus had said still hanging between us like smoke. Then he crossed the space in three long strides and pulled me hard against him.“He used my name for you,” he said, his voice low and rough with restrained fury. “He tried to step into something that belongs only here. Only to me.”I nodded against his chest, my fingers curling tightly into the fabric of his shirt. “I hated the way it sounded in his mouth. It felt like he was touching me without permission.”Daddy’s hand slid into my hair, gripping firmly as he tilted my head back
Eden’s POVThe call from Marcus had left a different kind of silence in the house. It was not the shocked quiet that followed Anja’s confession or the tense stillness after the photograph. This silence felt heavier, more deliberate, as if every person in the estate was recalibrating what the war now required.Daddy had not spoken much after the line went dead. He had simply looked at me for a long moment, then given quiet orders. Jonas and Silas were already bringing the two men in from the city. Daniel and Michael were preparing the secure room in the basement level—the one with no windows, reinforced walls, and recording systems that never left the property. Felix had been told to stay in the main house under watch. Luca was coordinating external quiet inquiries.I stood in the study with Daddy while we waited. The photograph still lay face-down on the desk. I had not looked at it again since the call.“He used the name only you call me,” I said quietly.Daddy’s jaw flexed once. “I
Jonas’s POVThe trail on Erik Reiter went cold twice before it finally burned hot again.Michael’s team had tracked the last small payment to a prepaid card used at a gas station on the northern edge of the city. From there the cameras picked him up moving on foot, hood up, head down, staying off the main roads. By the time we had a solid location—an abandoned maintenance shed near the old rail yards—night had already settled in.Silas drove. I sat in the passenger seat with a tablet open, watching the live drone feed. Two of our security men followed in a second vehicle. The plan was simple: isolate, extract, interrogate. No noise if we could help it.“He’s alone,” Silas said, eyes on the road. “No heat signatures nearby except him.”I nodded. “We go in quiet. I want him talking, not bleeding out before he gives us Marcus.”We parked two streets away and moved in on foot. The shed sat under a broken streetlight, its metal door half off the hinges. Inside, a single battery lantern thr
Daniel’s POVThe basement of my estate did not smell like the rest of the house. Upstairs, there was the scent of beeswax, old money, and Eden’s floral perfume. Down here, behind the soundproofed steel door, the air was cold, sterile, and smelled faintly of copper and industrial cleaner.It was a p
Daniel's POVI slept like a fucking baby. No nightmares, just black, heavy sleep that knocked me out cold the second my head hit the pillow.Which was ironic, considering the chaos that had detonated in my head the night before. And then I woke up to a hard dick, like I was some sort of teenager. I
Daniel’s POVThe water of the pool was still vibrating with the aftershocks of her release, the turquoise surface shimmering under the midday sun. I watched the way Eden leaned against Silas, her body limp and pliant, her skin flushed a deep, beautiful rose. She looked like a masterpiece that had f
Eden’s POVThe master suite was quiet at 3:00 AM. I was awake between Daniel and Silas. I did not care about the time. I needed to know if I belonged to both of them. I turned to Daniel. He was on my left. I reached under the duvet and found his massive cock. It was already hard and heavy in my han







