Author's point of view..."Alex...!" he retorted extending his hand to shake which Ria held with hesitation.At a distance, they were again ambushed by those goons but this time they had some weapons in their hands, and attacked them suddenly. In that fight, Alex got injured as one of them hit him on his leg. A deep tear appeared on his leg, oozing a lot of blood.Ria took out the gun from her coat and pointed it at them. It was then that she noticed that the gun she brought was empty yet she didn't panic as it could be of some use.Those rogues have no guard over a gun, they stammered and then ran away leaving them behind.Ria rushed over to Alex and checked on his injury. "Shit...! it's a deep cut, Alex, we need to treat it soon" In a hurry she looked for a place where she can treat him. There was a small clinic nearby, Ria helped Alex there and treated his wound. After binding his wound up, they hire a cab and returned to their prospective destinations.Alex insisted on escorting

Steven's point of view...In the Office of Administration of Justice, I came here to visit the officer who was investigating one of the treason cases of murders at the hotel.That caused huge chaos as a video was released on the internet. Though my face was not revealed, it had a very detailed version of a crucial part of the case but surprisingly everything was manipulated, the video that was circulated was only the part where I entered the hotel and after that the continuation was forged and it continued with the part where I killed them all. The part they attacked me and also when we were talking as they pointed their guns at me was taken out.It all showed as if I was there with a motive to kill them from the beginning, well that won't be an issue either but the before me is a little irritating type.I had been sending my men to talk to him by all the means that can benefit him despite my identity yet this man insisted on meeting me personally."Do you know what is the meaning o

Tiger's point of view...As I sat at the cluttered desk, surrounded by stacks of files that that officer offered me along with the old map of international routes, a sense of determination filled my veins. Two years had passed since Alex had fled the country, leaving behind a trail of chaos and my shattered life. Today marked another beginning of my personal quest to bring him out to get my revenge. I know he is still alive, he can't die so easily. Even death can't take him away without my permission.With a firm resolve, I checked all the videos recorded at the airport that day, all related to the journey across borders. From the quiet streets of my hometown to the bustling cities of foreign lands, I immersed myself in the intricate web of international law enforcement. According to Joe, he had already gone through the Interpol reports, diplomatic channels, and connections in the underground world to find any clue. Every lead, no matter how faint, was meticulously followed, as I so

Tiger's point of view...I stood in that room aimlessly searching for any clue that can lead me towards him now at this second. I am yearning to clench my fist over him. To choke him to death after I get the answers to my questions.Why me?Why did he do that to me?A carefree grunt echoed around that room pulling my attention over to the owner of that rough voice, and I turned instantly to see if that was him."Who are you, man? What are you doing in my house?" It was dark behind me where that man was standing, I stepped forward to see his face, calling out for him to clarify my doubt himself."Anthony or Alex...!" he stumbled backward and turned around to run away."Mike...! Get him...!" a yell and Mike and my other men chased after him, my heart pounding with a mixture of fury and desperation. "Stop!" I yelled, my voice echoing through the narrow corridors. The adrenaline surged through my veins, fueling my pursuit as I navigated through the labyrinthine passages.As he panicked,

Ria's point of view...This night I wanted to prove something to myself, I just wanted to see if he takes me to his bed tonight again, if so then I can confront him, why.But something changed, he didn't take me to his bed but instead, he settled himself on my bed, hugging me even more tightly.I wanted to free myself but I smelt alcohol, he was drunk, and arguing with a drunk man is like hitting my head on a tree bark, isn't it?So I reluctantly let it slide for now, though it was uncomfortable as his grip was tight enough to make me hear his heartbeat But in other words, his tough touch was making me feel hotter which I can't express.I struggled hard to get some sleep all night, without moving an inch, but I swear that I couldn't.It was in the morning when he strode away to his room when I felt easy and slept for a while but as time was ticking and I need to check on my patients, I had to kick my butt off the bed.I strolled myself to his room to get my clothes to change from the