Author's point of view... Listening to Mike's desperate words, Tiger instantly got up and started walking. Mike was covered in sweat and his panic was revealing the urgency. Though Tiger gestured for him not to speak further before everyone, his panicking disclosed everything. The man before him was nowhere courageous enough, but he instantly talked out. His life was hung on the brink. If not Tiger, his boss will kill him if anything goes wrong. "Sir, this is a big deal, let me complete, that thing might wait, " he added demanding Tiger's attention but he didn't know that there was nothing called Demanding before Tiger. The deal Renard was here for was about that chest. The same damn chest which had been a headache for Tiger. But still, Tiger glanced at him from the corner of his eye before leaving the room. His fist clenched but he halted his anger from going overboard, he needed his answers and this man could give him those. "Stay here, I will be back..." he commanded storm

Tiger's point of view... I stood before the door aggressively hitting it. There was a doorbell but my mind was ripping me to break the hell door right there with my hands. What is she doing here? Who the hell was that bloody man with her? Did she betray me? No...! I can't believe this...! She won't do that. She is my woman, the woman I love. My patience was never in my control nor was my anger. I took a few steps back to slam that door open but it opened with a ting sound. I couldn't see anyone standing before that door and soon rushed in. My heart pounded as I entered the room, only to find a stranger standing in the corner. "Yes...! Who are you?" he asked casually and my mind blocked all the words in and out. I couldn't think of anything else and my hand uncontrollably choked his neck in an instant, raising him. I know I am gonna kill him if I keep going on but still, I can't halt myself. I even know that I should ask about Ria first. But still, my brain didn't let me

Ria's point of view... Is he a monster or a stubborn kid? I always get confused with his behavior, I had made up my mind that I would get separated from him. I know it will be hard for me because this monster is my first and last love in this life but the more I want him, the more he becomes a terror. His anger is his greatest drawback and I literally don't have the patience to bear it anymore. I can't...! He came back drunk, to the extent that he didn't even know what he was doing. He just forced himself on me, now he grabbed my hand and was blowing air gently. What the hell should I take him to be? "What are you, Tiger?" I mumbled and he lifted his gaze boring that into mine. No expressions...! As always...! He tried to move closer and despite my inner turmoil, I gently pushed him away, creating some distance. His eyes, vacant of any emotion, seemed lost in a world I couldn't comprehend. I couldn't smack him. I couldn't push him more. Why?? The conflict within me inten

Tiger's point of view...As the meeting concluded, I couldn't shake the feeling that the key to understanding my own fate and identity lay within that chest. Every knot I tried to open made me tangle further. I was pissed off...! Pissed off listening to the same words from different mouths. We don't know, we don't know...! What the hell was in that chest that everyone was dying to get it? My phone buzzed, dragging me out of the chain of thoughts, "Boss, it worked...! Renard wants to talk to you...!"Here comes the gleam of hope in my irritating darkness..! It worked...!Jerry informed me that Renard was ready to talk. I played a trick and it worked. The drugs that were given to them were not real drugs but pills that contained a strong sedative, and for Renard, I asked them to lessen the amount. He will just feel dizzy but won't be able to understand what is going on with him. Being a strong sedative, the symptoms will be severe, just like a death. Slow heartbeat, discontinue

Tiger's point of view... I stared at her, she was smiling. That beautiful and innocent smile will disappear if I do that. No...! I pulled myself back and smacked he thought out of my mind. "Nothing. Probably just a little stress," I deflected, lowering my head to stare away. Grace curled her lips. "You're weird, Steve" she complained."Weird?""George always said you're like a suspicious burglar," she replied. I shuddered at the image of a tough-looking guy, flashing in my mind. Chuckling, I said, "He never says anything good.""Steve," she added, and I turned my head over to her, nodding it slightly, "Is that true you left the Army?" It was a rare question because I never let her dig into the past but I still have to answer, I simply nodded looking down. "Then, what exactly do you do for a living?" she asked, her gaze direct and curious.From the moment we met, she saw me as a protective big brother, though I remained a mystery from when I met her again after my incident. "