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Fernando's POV The room was silent except for the occasional scrape of a chair against the polished floor and the rhythmic tapping of Rodger’s fingers against the table. The guard had left to retrieve the security footage, and now, we waited.I could feel the tension in the air as everyone began to create scenarios of what would happen next in their heads.Our meeting which had been called upon to talk about a new collaboration between our families has turned into a reckoning for betrayers.Michael stood there, composed as ever, his posture relaxed, his face unreadable.I studied him carefully.If he was lying, he was damn good at it.But if I found out he had been deceiving me…I wouldn’t hesitate.Pain. Suffering. A slow death—those were the only things a liar deserved.I had built my reputation on power, ruthlessness, and absolute control. The one thing I never tolerated was deception.If Michael had infiltrated my home under false pretenses, he would regret it.But a part of me—

Fernando’s POVThe gunshot echoed through the dimly lit room like a thunderclap, silencing everything. Colin fell to the floor, his body hitting the ground with a dull thud. Blood pooled beneath him, spreading all over the floor with rapid speed. For a brief moment, no one spoke. The air was thick with tension, the metallic scent of blood clinging to the room. Then, the silence shattered with the scrape of chairs as two guards stepped forward, dragging Colin’s lifeless body away like a discarded piece of trash.Michael hadn’t moved. His face was frozen in shock, his eyes locked on the corpse being dragged out.I watched him carefully. His reaction was… interesting. He looked rattled, deeply disturbed even. But was it guilt or just some pathetic sense of morality?Snitches didn’t deserve to breathe. That was a rule I lived by. Rats, traitors—people who smiled in your face and whispered in the ears of the law—they were worse than enemies. They deserved to suffer.I turned my gaze b

Fernando’s POVThe room was thick with tension, the kind that made even the air feel heavy. Every man seated at this table had built their empire on blood, betrayal, and money, yet right now, they were all waiting on one thing—Santiago’s pitch.Santiago was the kind of man who never bowed, never flinched, and never hesitated to take what he wanted. It was why, despite our differences, we all listened when he spoke.“I know you’ve all been waiting,” Santiago began, his voice a low, measured tone. “So let’s get to the real reason we’re here.”He leaned forward, his dark eyes gleaming as he rested his elbows on the table. His tailored suit hugged his broad shoulders perfectly, his posture showing an ease that only came from knowing you held important information. “I have an opportunity for all of us,” he said. “One that will make us more money than we’ve ever seen before.”Rodger scoffed, rolling his eyes. “You always say that, Santiago. Get to the point.”Santiago chuckled, clearly

Fernando’s POVThe room was too hot.Or maybe it was just me.I sat on top of my massive bed, tryingto calm down, legs spread wide, my fingers digging into the bedsheets.The air was thick, heavy, pressing down on me like a weight I couldn’t shake. My blood felt like it was boiling beneath my skin, every muscle in my body tight, charged, restless.Fuck.I should have known better than to take that drug.Santiago had warned me—it heightens everything, he had said, that smug grin on his face. He had made it sound like a gift, a way to sharpen the senses, to feel alive.Right now, all I felt was my hard dick throbbing with an insatiable need.For release.For control.For Michael.I clenched my fists. I shouldn’t even be thinking about this. Not about him. Not about how good it would feel to have him beneath me, completely at my mercy.My breath came out in a slow, ragged exhale.I closed my eyes, and the fantasy took shape before I could stop it.I envisioned Michael, naked, bound to

Fernando’s POVMichael stood stiffly before me, every inch of his body locked in tension. His shoulders looked stiff, his fingers twitching at his sides, and though his face remained carefully blank, his eyes betrayed him. A flicker of wariness, unease, maybe even a little fear.Good.I leaned back against the bed, stretching my legs out slightly, the silk of my slacks pressing against my skin in all the wrong ways. My body was burning—restless, throbbing, desperate for relief and I was gradually loosing the battle of controlling myself before i ended up damaging yet another person.The drug was still running hot through my veins, making every nerve hypersensitive, every movement feel like a slow, agonizing tease. My restraint was hanging by a thread, and Michael was standing there like temptation itself, just waiting to be devoured.He had no idea what he had walked into.“You look uncomfortable, Michael,” I murmured, my voice dripping with amusement.His piercing blue eyes flicke