Third POV

(A week ago)

"Anton!" Akim announced, his voice carrying a gravity that immediately caught Caesar’s attention when he barged in his office.

"What about him?” he asked, sensing the weight of the news Akim was about to deliver.

"One of our men has been tailing Elijah, as you ordered,” he began, his tone steady but intense.

“During surveillance, he witnessed Elijah meeting with someone, a man who, upon digging deeper, we discovered is...Anton’s elder brother".

Caesar’s eyes narrowed, the muscles in his jaw tightening.

"His name is Aldrich. He’s a genius hacker, known for his exceptional skills, but he left his father’s gang a few years back. It seems he wanted nothing to do with the family’s violent ways, but...” Akim paused, looking directly at Caesar.

“He’s returned, and he’s been orchestrating everything to get revenge for his father and brother".

Caesar clenched his fists, his mind racing as the pieces of the puzzle began to fit together.

“He’s the mastermind behind all this plotting. The one who’s been pulling strings and setting traps” Akim continued.

Caesar’s expression darkened, his eyes flashing with a dangerous resolve.

“So he thinks he can return and play these games with me?” His voice grew cold, every word laced with a promise of retribution.

Caesar finally looked up, a calculating glint in his eyes.

“We’ll show him that coming back was the worst mistake he ever made" He declared.

(Present day)

The other man who is Aldrich. His smirk widened as he approached Caesar’s parents, his movements deliberate and taunting. He bent down just enough to look them in the eye, mockery dripping from every word he spoke.

"Where is your son?” he asked in a jeering tone, his lips curling into a smile.

"The so-called mafia king. Why hasn’t he come to save his beloved parents?”

Leonid narrowed his eyes, his jaw tightening as he scoffed, refusing to give the man the satisfaction of a response. He turned his gaze away, determined to show no fear.

But the man seemed to enjoy the defiance, his smirk only growing. With a flick of his wrist, he pulled out a gun and directed it towards Roslina.

"I think you’re better off dead,” he said, his voice chillingly light.

“Because clearly, your son doesn’t care about you. It’s better to be dead than to keep living under the illusion of his so-called love".

A cold dread filled the room, and Igor’s eyes blazed with fury.

"No,” he growled, his voice dangerous and low. His muscles strained as he tried to break free from the ropes binding him to the chair, desperation driving him to protect Roslina.

The man chuckled, enjoying the tension, and his finger tightened around the trigger. Leonid's eyes widened in horror, and both he and Igor shouted 'No!'.

But before the man could pull the trigger, a gunshot rang out. The sound echoed through the warehouse, and the man’s hand jerked violently.

Blood splattered across the floor as the gun flew from his grip, clattering away. His eyes went wide with shock and pain as he clutched his bleeding hand.

All eyes turned to the door, and there stood...Caesar. His figure was imposing, his gun still raised, with smoke curling from the barrel. His eyes were like cold steel, a silent promise of wrath.

His arrival commanded the entire room, and for the first time, the man who had been so confident just moments before faltered.

Caesar’s gaze locked onto the man who dared threaten his family, and the silence that followed was suffocating.

Next minute, Akim and the rest of Caesar’s men sprang into action. They surged forward, immediately subduing the man and Elijah, locking their arms behind their backs and restraining them with iron grips.

Meanwhile, other members of Caesar’s security team rushed to free Igor and Caesar’s parents. The ropes binding them were swiftly cut.

Before anything else could be said, Roslina ran straight to her son. Tears filled her eyes as she threw her arms around Caesar.

Caesar’s cold, commanding expression softened as he embraced his mother, holding her close. His father joined them, placing a firm, reassuring hand on Caesar’s shoulder before pulling him into a hug as well.

When his parents pulled back, Caesar’s voice was gentle yet firm.

“You need to go. I’ll handle the rest here" He told them, his gaze shifting from his mother to his father.

Leonid nodded and wrapped an arm around his wife, who was still trying to catch her breath. With a protective glance at Caesar, he guided her out of the room, a small retinue of Caesar’s men following them, eyes alert and ready to defend.

Then, Caesar strode over to Igor, his relief palpable as he wrapped his arms tightly around him, pulling him into an embrace that spoke volumes. It was as though he’d narrowly avoided a bullet aimed directly at his heart.

Without hesitation, Caesar pressed his lips to Igor’s in a desperate kiss, pouring all the emotions he’d been holding back into that moment, fear, relief, and an unyielding love.

Meanwhile, Akim and the other men efficiently secured the head officer and the other man to chairs, binding them so tightly that escape was impossible.

When Caesar pulled back from Igor, he searched his lover’s eyes. Rage simmered within Igor, a storm barely contained, and Caesar could see it clearly. His voice was low, cold, and commanding.

“Go, do your bloody magic" He ordered, his words like a release.

A wicked smirk curled on Igor’s lips as he turned his focus on the two captives. The fury he’d been harboring since their capture poured out like a dam breaking. He approached them slowly, almost methodically, and then unleashed hell.

His punches landed with brutal precision. Each impact echoed in the room, a symphony of pain mixed with the sickening crunch of breaking bones. Blood spattered across the floor as Igor continued his relentless onslaught.

Elijah's face was swollen and unrecognizable, eyes blackened and bleeding. The other man’s jaw was shattered, and gashes crisscrossed his cheeks, crimson rivulets dripping from every wound.

No one else in the room dared to move or even make a sound. Only the pitiful, broken pleas of the two captives filled the space, their cries for mercy going unanswered.

Finally, after nearly two hours, Igor stepped back. His breathing was ragged, his knuckles bruised and bloodied. His eyes were wild, but there was satisfaction in them.

The tension eased just slightly, as Igor’s rage had finally been spent, leaving behind only the aftermath of his brutal handiwork but...Caesar's rage was yet to be seen.