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
Author's point of view... "Let's get divorced, Tiger" Those words echoed in that silent room and Tiger froze for a few seconds. His eyes widened and tensed creases formed on his forehead. He had been alone for many years and finally found his love of life. But what he just heard was totally unexpected. Is she going to leave me? His sanity quivered as he grasped what was going on. "Ria..." he began keeping his calm and holding himself back, "I know I was wrong...but please, I can't live without you..."Before he could complete his phrase, Ria stared at him with a blunt expression ever, apathetic, filled with contempt, and added, "And I can't live with you, Tiger" She was serious, Tiger had never seen that phase of her. His mind swirled into an ocean of thoughts and emotions. He can't let her go. He heaved a deep breath and glared back at her, "Get some rest, we will talk about it later" he wanted to get out of that mess, thinking that everything would be fine once she calmed do
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... I felt the walls shrunk and I was stuck inside. It was a happy thing yet my mind was not at ease. The crisp pages in my hands held the undeniable proof of a connection I never anticipated. My Dad...! My foster father, the man whose wisdom shaped my path. tThe man who gave me a new life was, against all odds, my biological father...!! The room seemed to blur as I tried to reconcile the confirmed details with the emotions churning within me."Take your time, Tiger" In that gloomy mindset I heard a disturbance, Ria was leaving but I wanted her. I pulled her back and made her sit beside me. Though I couldn't talk, not even a word, I wanted her to be by my side. Questions swirled in my mind like a tempest, Why was this revelation surfacing now?What happened to my family back in the past?Did Dad betray Mom?Why did they get separated?After years of shared moments and memories, I don't have anything against Dad. Though he was a mafia Don, he had a simple n
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 stood motionless as that doctor fell on me, dead.What the hell is going on in my life...!I threw him away and called Jeo to get me the details of the number he had been talking in, before his death.It was the only clue that was left behind.I can't let it slide.Everything was a mess.Renard was still at the rim of death on that surgery table and here the doctor lay dead before me. What the heck am I supposed to do? Unable to find anyone else I deemed trustworthy, I had to call Ria to get here to operate.In this whole world, trust is always a rare currency, and I knew that, except for her, no one had the skill and discretion to save Renard.Ria arrived swiftly, her eyes reflecting a mix of concern and confusion. I know there were many doubts popping up in her mind right now but I need her focus. "Save him first" I demanded and sighing, she nodded. She is injured but Lissa was here to assist her. There is still hope. We exchanged a silent understandin
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. "
Author's point of view...Tiger Rodgers...! After a long time, Tiger heard his own name as a fuming power. As a big gangster. It felt weird yet a bit tricky. Did he ever see the real Tiger Rodgers? Though it was not a compliment to his ears, a smirk curled up on his face. He stared at the young man with an amused expression on his face. "Tiger Rodgers...!So? So what...!" He did not wait for a response and instead twisted Elvis's finger that he was looming before him. Elvis suddenly felt his finger throbbed in pain. As if it was about to break."Aagh...!You basta..rd..!" he screamed but his words didn't come out clear as a strong thing hit his face just like a wall, buzzing bells rang in his ears, crushing his head. Elvis initially thought that he was hit by some hard thing, but did not even expect that he was just slapped on his face by the man standing before him. Shivering, he stared at Tiger. Was that just a hand or did this man have an iron fist? "Steve, forget it, let's j