Axel Devereux has always walked the fine line between chaos and control. At 25, he's a secret agent with a dark, turbulent past. Born to Helena, a woman forced into a life of despair, and Victor Devereux, a grieving billionaire oblivious to his illegitimate son, Axel was abandoned at St. Gabriel's Orphanage when Helena fled Victor's cruelty. Life on the streets hardened Axel, transforming him into a protector for hire. With his striking features-6 feet of commanding presence, stormy grey eyes, and a jawline carved from stone-Axel's charisma conceals the scars of his upbringing. But when his estranged grandfather, Elias Remington, finds him, Axel is thrust into a world of rigorous training and responsibility. His ultimate mission? To safeguard his half-sister, Celeste, and the one woman he can't live without-Amara Valentini, the fiercely independent daughter of business tycoon Lucian Valentini. Together with the enigmatic Renard brothers, Cyrus and Caleb, Axel must navigate a deadly web of deceit, danger, and betrayal.
Chapter 1 1
The rain hammered against the window of the dimly lit room, creating a rhythmic drumming that echoed Axel Devereux's restless heartbeat. He stood motionless, his broad shoulders tense, and his hands buried deep in the pockets of his worn leather jacket. The weight of the mission ahead pressed down on him, suffocating in its intensity. His stormy grey eyes, sharp and unyielding, were fixed on the file spread out across the desk.
The folder contained everything he needed to know about the target-a man who had somehow managed to weave himself into the underbelly of three major cities while maintaining the façade of a respectable businessman. Axel's lips tightened. He'd seen the type before. On paper, they were untouchable; in reality, they were monsters.
He let out a slow breath, pushing his dark hair back from his forehead. The room smelled faintly of rain-soaked concrete and old books. It was his safehouse, the only place he could think clearly. He moved to the desk and flipped through the file again, this time focusing on the photo paperclipped to the top corner. A grainy image of a man with thinning hair and cold eyes stared back at him.
Victor Devereux. His father.
Helena's face flashed through his mind, soft and fragile, with eyes that spoke of a thousand sorrows. She had died when he was barely ten, her body weakened from years of struggle. Her final words still haunted him: *"Survive, Axel. No matter what, survive."*
The creak of the door broke through his thoughts, and his hand instinctively went to the pistol holstered at his side.
"It's me," a calm voice called out before the figure stepped inside.
Elias Remington stood tall and imposing despite his age, his silver hair neatly combed back and his dark eyes sharp as ever. He closed the door behind him and approached Axel with measured steps. "You're distracted," he observed, his voice low and even.
"I'm fine," Axel replied curtly, though his clenched fists betrayed him.
Elias studied him for a moment before gesturing toward the file. "This isn't just another mission, is it?"
Axel hesitated. "It's personal."
"Personal doesn't mix well with the work we do," Elias warned. "It clouds judgment. Makes you vulnerable."
"I don't need a lecture." Axel's tone was sharper than he intended, but he didn't apologize. His grandfather had been the one to pull him out of the chaos of his youth, training him, shaping him into the weapon he had become. Still, there were some wounds even Elias couldn't heal.
The older man sighed and sat down on the worn armchair in the corner of the room. "Then tell me this-what's your plan?"
Axel picked up the photo and held it out. "I'm going to find him. And when I do, he'll answer for everything."
Elias frowned. "Victor doesn't even know you exist. Do you really think confronting him will give you the closure you're looking for?"
"It's not about closure." Axel's voice was cold, calculated. "It's about justice."
Before Elias could respond, the faint buzz of Axel's phone interrupted the conversation. He pulled it from his pocket, his jaw tightening when he saw the name on the screen.
"Celeste," he muttered, swiping to answer.
His half-sister's voice came through, frantic and trembling. "Axel, I need you."
"Where are you?" He was already grabbing his coat, his movements swift and precise.
"I'm at the café near Riverside Park. There's a man... he's been following me."
"Stay where you are. I'm coming."
He ended the call and turned to Elias, who was already on his feet. "Let me guess-Celeste?"
Axel nodded. "She's in trouble."
Without another word, he stepped into the rain-soaked night, his boots splashing against the pavement as he made his way to his motorcycle. The engine roared to life, and he sped off toward Riverside Park, the wind cutting through him like a blade.
The café came into view moments later, its neon sign flickering faintly. Axel parked his bike and scanned the area, his sharp eyes quickly locating Celeste through the rain-streaked windows. She sat at a corner table, her hands clasped tightly around a mug of coffee.
Stepping inside, Axel immediately spotted the man lingering near the entrance. He was unremarkable in appearance, but his predatory gaze was unmistakable. Axel's expression darkened as he approached Celeste's table.
"Axel!" she exclaimed, relief flooding her face.
He gave her a quick nod before turning his attention to the man. The stranger was watching them now, his posture tense. Axel took a step forward, his presence commanding. "You have three seconds to leave," he said evenly.
The man hesitated, his eyes darting between Axel and Celeste. When he didn't move, Axel's hand shot out, grabbing him by the collar. He dragged the man toward the door, his grip unyielding.
"I said, leave." His voice was low, but it carried a dangerous edge.
The man stumbled back into the rain, muttering curses under his breath before disappearing into the night.
Axel turned back to Celeste, who was visibly shaken. He sat down across from her, his expression softening. "Are you okay?"
She nodded, though her hands were still trembling. "He's been following me for days. I didn't know what to do."
"You did the right thing calling me," Axel assured her.
Celeste looked up at him, her blue eyes filled with gratitude and fear. "I'm sorry for dragging you into this. I know you're busy."
"You're my sister," he said simply. "Nothing is more important."
Her lips curved into a small smile, but it quickly faded. "Do you think he'll come back?"
"Not if he knows what's good for him," Axel replied.
For a moment, they sat in silence, the tension between them easing slightly. But Axel couldn't ignore the nagging feeling in the back of his mind. Celeste's stalker wasn't random. Someone was sending a message, and he intended to find out who.
Pulling out his phone, Axel dialed a number and waited.
"Cyrus," a deep voice answered on the other end.
"I need you and Caleb to dig into someone for me," Axel said, his tone leaving no room for argument. "I'll send you the details."
"You got it," Cyrus replied.
Ending the call, Axel turned back to Celeste. "I'm going to handle this. You don't need to worry."
She nodded, though the fear in her eyes remained.
The rain outside had eased into a light drizzle by the time they left the café. Axel escorted Celeste to his motorcycle, determined to keep her safe. As they rode through the quiet streets, his mind raced with possibilities.
Someone was playing a dangerous game. And they were about to find out what it meant to cross Axel Devereux.
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Chapter 2 2
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Chapter 3 3
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Chapter 4 4
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Chapter 5 5
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Chapter 6 6
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Chapter 7 7
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Chapter 8 8
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Chapter 9 9
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Chapter 10 10
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Chapter 11 11
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Chapter 12 12
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Chapter 13 13
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Chapter 14 14
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