POWERS SERIES (BOOK TWO) ”I’m only here until my father’s debt is paid. I’m not your property,” I said, though my voice faltered under his piercing gaze. Owen smirked, stepping closer, his voice a low, dangerous growl. “Funny, because the moment you stepped into my territory, you became my property, mia cara, and I do not let go of what’s mine until I’ve taken everything I’m owed—and more.” Mae has spent her entire life trying to clean up her father’s messes. But when his largest debt lands her in the hands of Owen, the most feared Mafia Don in the country, her life takes a maddening turn. Owen built his empire on blood, power, and his unwavering belief that family is nothing but a weakness. Mae’s fierce loyalty and willingness to risk everything to protect her deadbeat father—and track down the mother who abandoned her—makes her more interesting than she already is. Trapped in a web of danger, desire, and impossible choices, Mae has to decide: How far will she go to save the people who’ve already let her down? And how long can she resist the pull of the man who claims to own her?
View MoreMAE“It is not exactly easy doing what you want, but at least I am working on it,” I muttered into my phone, tucked away in a quiet corner I was sure had no CCTV. My eyes flicked back every few seconds, making sure no one was coming. “All you have to do is plant the devices we gave you in his bedroom and office. That shouldn’t be too difficult, should it?” Mike—Joan Castellanos’ assistant replied, his voice as cool and emotionless as ever. I ran a hand through my hair, exhaling . “If I don’t do this carefully, I could get caught. And if I get caught, I am as good as dead.” I paused, letting that sink in before adding, “Right now, I am the only weapon you guys have against Owen. I don’t think you want to lose that.” There was silence on the other end before Mike finally spoke. “Mr. Castellanos wants to see you tonight. We will send you the address.” Then the line went dead. No chance to argue. No room for negotiation. I let out a slow breath, gripping my phone tighter. Bug
MAEThe silence between us was heavy. Owen leaned back against the couch, his sharp gaze locked onto me as I paced the room, my thoughts tangled into knots. I could still feel the weight of their stares—the shock, the unspoken judgment. Ashtex’s words replayed in my head like a haunting echo. ‘When you’re done with her, you should pass her over to me.’I swallowed hard, wrapping my arms around myself. “They don’t like me,” I said finally, breaking the quiet. Owen’s jaw tightened. “They don’t know you.” “They don’t want know me.” I turned to face him, meeting his gaze head-on. “Owen, I saw it in their eyes. They think I make you weak.” His brows drew together, his expression darkening. “I don’t give a damn what they think.” “But you should.” I took a step closer, hesitating before reaching out and touching his hand. His fingers twitched but didn’t pull away. “You’ve fought too hard for your place. You just came back, and they’re already questioning things. If they see you
OWENAre you sure you’re searching right? Because there’s no way he just disappeared into thin air.” I said to Marco, raising an eyebrow as I watched him puff on his cigarette. He didn’t answer, his eyes showing he was in deep thought as the smoke curled around his face.“Funny, isn’t it?” Marco finally spoke, his voice low, almost thoughtful. “Somehow beat five of our men and escaped. I gotta admit, the little fucker’s actually strong, considering we had him beat to a pulp before his escape.”I rubbed my chin, trying to piece together what had just happened. It didn’t add up. But then Marco’s eyes narrowed, and he started staring at me like I was the one hiding something.“What?” I asked, confusion in my voice as I raised an eyebrow, noticing the way he was studying me.He didn’t answer immediately. Another drag of his cigarette. Then, he tossed out the question with a casual shrug. “You pretty sure you didn’t let him go to please your little girlfriend?”I froze. Surprised by his a
OWENMy men were back. They filed into Casa Eleganza like the victors they were, and I could see the easy smiles on their faces, an evidence that they had recovered from those killer drugs, even if not completely, but at least they had done a good enough job.Dave was the first to step in, his sharp blue eyes scanning the room like he was assessing a battlefield. He didn’t look much different, but there was something in the way he held himself—much like he wasn’t carrying as many ghosts as before. Grey entered next, his cigar lodged between his lips, and he was actually smiling, his eyes assessing the ladies in particular.Then there was Ashtex, my best sniper, the man who had held my empire together while I was gone. He smirked when he saw me, like he knew exactly what kind of chaos was about to unfold now that we were back. “The clan is back,” Ashtex said, his voice edged with something between excitement and nostalgia. “The top made men—the deadly three. Even your best sniper is
OWENI don’t know where Mae suddenly found this confidence, but I wasn’t about to complain. Without breaking our kiss, I guided her backward toward the bed, flipping her over with ease so she lay beneath me.She trembled beneath my touch, her breath hitching, her body pliant but still radiating the tiniest hint of resistance. I almost smirked. I hadn’t even started yet.Her wide eyes searched mine, hesitation flickering in their depths, but it was layered with something else. Need. Desire.“You’re shaking, kitten,” I murmured, dragging my fingers down her arm, leaving goosebumps in my wake. “Scared?”Mae swallowed hard. “No.”Liar.I reached for the clasp of her bra, undoing it with deliberate slowness. The second the fabric fell away, exposing her to my hungry gaze, she let out the softest gasp. My lips found her nipple, circling it with my tongue before sucking gently. Her back arched, a whimper escaping her lips as my fingers rolled and teased her other peak. She was already unrave
MAEI gripped the table, my fingers digging into the wood as Owen picked up the pace. His good hand held me firmly, pulling me closer with every deep, punishing thrust. My breath hitched—caught between pleasure and something else, something darker, something dangerous.“Owen…” I gasped, barely able to get the words out. He filled me so completely, so overwhelmingly, I couldn’t think beyond the sensation of him stretching me open, claiming me in ways that made my heart race.The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed through the room, the raw, primal rhythm making everything feel chaotic, out of control.Owen groaned, his grip tightening on my hips. “You feel so fucking good, Mae,” he muttered, voice rough, desperate.God, I felt the same.I tried to steady myself, but there was no slowing down. He drove into me with relentless force, each thrust sending shivers down my spine. My body burned with need, but beneath the heat, beneath the pleasure, there was something else—something I
MAE“Are you serious about that?” Owen asked, his tone suddenly changed. His eyes stayed locked on me, waiting, no, expecting me to take back my words.But I wasn’t going to.“Yes…” My voice trailed off as I said, “I know you might not want to consider the idea, but think about it. What do you have to lose?”“My freedom, that’s what.”I saw the anger flash across his face, his jaw clenched. He didn’t like my idea—not one bit—but I had to make him believe it was the right choice. The only choice.“What do you mean?” I asked, keeping my voice steady.Owen scoffed, shaking his head, but I pushed forward.“Look, I don’t mean to get involved in your business,” I continued, “but I can’t just ignore this. I am worried about you. The freaking Castellanos, Owen. Who knows what they are planning? While you are hesitating, refusing to make reliable allies for the battle ahead, they could be securing their own.”I paused, taking a slow breath before delivering the final blow.“Don Paulo is powe
MAEFuck. I somehow managed to get myself kidnapped.My head was pounding, an annoying pain that felt like someone had taken a hammer to my skull. The sting where they had jabbed a needle into my neck was still there, faint but burning like an afterthought.I forced my eyes open despite the weirdness I was feeling as I looked around the room that I was in.The room was dark, like a creepy-movie dark, with this tiny bulb barely doing its job. Shadows were everywhere, and for a second, I couldn’t even tell how big the room was.I screamed. Like, full-on screamed, my voice bouncing off the walls. “Hello? Somebody! Help!”Nothing. Just dead silence.I started yanking at the restraints, twisting my wrists and pulling as hard as I could. The ropes dug into my skin, and the chair made these loud creaking sounds, but yeah, nothing. I wasn’t getting out of this.My eyes darted around the room, looking for something sharp—anything that could cut me loose. But nope. Nothing. Just empty walls an
MAE“I mean, what’s the point of being hot if you can’t even fuck properly?” Eli huffed, running a frustrated hand through his hair. His annoyance was all over his face.He had been going on and on about his date. Apparently, the guy was nothing more than a pretty face—horrible in bed, zero chemistry, a complete waste of time.Or something like that.Honestly, I hadn’t been paying much attention. My mind had been somewhere else entirely.The offer Amelia made to Owen.I couldn’t help but wonder, was he going to take it? If not for anything else, then at least for business.It made sense. It was the logical thing to do.And Owen? He was nothing if not logical.Owen never told her he wouldn’t marry her when she made that offer. In fact, he didn’t give her any real response at all. And at that moment, I couldn’t help but wonder—what the hell was going through his mind? Eli let out a sharp breath , pacing the room. "Now that I think about it, I was just an experiment for him. Claims he
MAE"Ye deserve to be fucked in the arse by a man who knows how to do it proper!"That was Mr Marcello. He was not only a frequenter at the strip club where I was, but my father's former 'friend'. Their friendship which was built from going to the same gambling house sadly ended when my father decided to add him to the long list of people he owed.I forced a smile and took the old man's tip off his wrinkled hands, slipping the wad of dollar notes in my little bra with my eyes focused on his reddening face which was obviously due to his arousal.He grinned, flashing the best set of pearly whites I had ever seen in my direction. Obviously fake, but still beautiful… must have cost him a lot. "Two thousand for the night." He offered.I shook my head. "I only strip, Sir, nothing else. My colleagues here can take up your offer though, if you want.""Five thousand."His hand reached upward to feel my boobs which was only covered with a small, glittery, almost non-existent bra.I slapped his...
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