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Owned By The Enemy

Author: dreyxx Ink
last update Last Updated: 2025-06-11 08:07:54

Katherine, 24

The morning sun poured lazily through the open terrace doors, gilding the marble tiles in warmth.

I carried the watering can with both hands, tipping it gently over the line of violets that stretched along the stone ledge.

Water trickled softly, soaking into the soil. The scent of jasmine spread in the air.

Simple things. Things I never used to do, not before the blood, the lies, the Agency.

But here I was. Watering flowers like a woman who had never once put a bullet through a man’s skull.

I had just moved to the roses when the door slammed open behind me.

Raven.

He strode in like a storm, black coat, black eyes, carrying bad news like it was stitched into his skin.

“You need to know what he did,” he growled.

I didn’t look at him yet. I set the watering can down and pressed my fingers to the petals, listening.

“Elena’s family,” he continued, voice hard. “All of them. Thorne wiped them out, Katherine. Burned their house down. Her mother, her little sister, their names d
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  • HE BROKE ME; THEN HE OWNED ME   Kill Me, Thorne

    ~ElenaI didn’t knock. I didn’t have to. The air around Thorne’s house felt heavy, charged with something I couldn’t name, and Rosy’s hand trembled in mine as we stood by the door.I could feel her wanting to pull me back, to beg me to leave before he saw me. But it was too late for that. Some things in life can’t be avoided no matter how much you run, they wait, like a storm that knows your name.When I pushed the door open, the first thing I saw was him. Thorne stood in the middle of the living room, still as a shadow carved into the wall. Reid was by his side, arms folded tight, his jaw locked. The moment Thorne’s eyes lifted to meet mine, the world seemed to stop breathing.He was holding a gun.Rosy gasped beside me, her fingers clenching mine tighter, but I didn’t flinch. I couldn’t. Not when he looked at me that way. Not when his face, once my refuge, once my undoing, had become something I could barely recognize.“Thorne…” I said softly, but the word barely left my mouth befo

  • HE BROKE ME; THEN HE OWNED ME   What's Right? What's Wrong?

    ~KatherineI came in like a storm that had nowhere left to break. The door banged behind me, shoes slipping off as I stumbled through the hallway, and for a moment the house felt too quiet, like it had been holding its breath for me. Lucien was by the window, shoulders hunched over a glass he hadn’t emptied, and Lorenzo sat on the far couch, sleeves rolled, looking half awake and half waiting for bad news. I must have looked like bad news because neither of them moved when I dropped down beside Lorenzo like I owned the couch.I was drunk in a way that loosened the carefully wrapped armor around my ribs. It made the edges of the day blur and the thoughts come faster than they should have. I hooked an arm around Lorenzo’s neck before he had any chance to blink and pressed my mouth close to his ear, the words tumbling out the way you fling stones into a well when you need something solid to listen.“I did it,” I whispered. The words were small, sharp. “I finished her. I finished her

  • HE BROKE ME; THEN HE OWNED ME   Face Your Devil

    ~ElenaRosy leaned forward from the back seat, voice low but urgent enough to cut across the hum of the engine. “Don’t go to Thorne,” she said. “You know what he is when he loses control. You know what he did when he thought he had to choose. If he finds you before you have any leverage, he will end you. He will end anyone who has any connection in Isla's death.”I watched the road slide past in a band of motion and let the words settle. Rosy’s hands, always so precise with a cigarette, with a payment, with an insult were fisted in her lap.She was not one for panics, she was one for arrangements. When she panicked, it meant the chessboard had changed.“I know,” I said. My voice was steady. Not brave, steady. “I know what Thorne is and what he will do. I know he loves that boy like a country loves its anthem. I know he will burn the city to the ground if he thinks it keeps Liam safe from me.” I turned my head just enough to glance at her in the rearview mirror. “That doesn’t stop me.

  • HE BROKE ME; THEN HE OWNED ME   Chasing The Innocent

    ~ThorneReid didn’t sit. He leaned against the desk, jaw working. “It’s Katherine,” he said at last, quiet like he was dropping a stone into water and waiting for the rings to reach me. “She went after her alone.”“Alone?” The word should have sounded like relief, but it didn’t. My mouth went dry anyway. “How? When?”He rubbed the back of his neck, eyes not meeting mine. “Today. After the service. She…” He stopped, swallowed. The pause was too long and I didn’t let him find a safe place to land the sentence.“Reid.” I kept my voice level because yelling would have given him space to close up. “Tell me.”He flicked his gaze up then, and there was something in the look that made my chest hollow. “Katherine found her at the church. She dragged her outside. There was… it happened quickly, at least for anyone who wasn’t watching.” He breathed out once, the sound brittle. “Katherine killed her.”For a beat I couldn’t hear anything at all. The room narrowed to the space between us and the wo

  • HE BROKE ME; THEN HE OWNED ME   My boy, Liam.

    ~ThorneLiam sat cross legged on the rug, his small shoulders straight and his palms pressed together on his knees like a student in an ancient court. His hair was a wild brown halo I hadn’t bothered to tame this morning, and every now and then he looked up at me to check whether I was still watching. He always did that, made sure I was there before he dared to stumble through another line.“Say it again,” I told him, folding my arms and leaning against the doorframe.He looked down at the paper, lips moving, whispering the words before trusting his own voice.“The woods are lovely, dark and deep,” he began, halting only once to glance up.I nodded encouragement.“But I have promises to keep,” he went on, a little louder now.“And miles to go before I sleep,And miles to go before I sleep.”When he finished, he bit his lower lip the way he always did when he was proud but didn’t want me to see it.I ruffled his hair, and he laughed, that small, careless sound that always managed to

  • HE BROKE ME; THEN HE OWNED ME   Victory

    ~ElenaThe bus doors hissed shut behind her and she came at me like a confession shoved under my nose, Rosy, cheeks raw, mascara streaked, breath coming shallow. She didn’t sit. She couldn’t sit. She stepped around the table and planted herself in front of me, hands clutched like she might smother whatever news she carried if she held it too long.“You did it,” she said. The words were too small for what she meant. They rattled out of her as if she’d rehearsed them on a loop until they were brittle. “You finally got what you wanted.”I tipped my head, watching her, letting the silence do the work of a harder thing. Her mouth trembled as she tried to force the two halves of it together. “What I want?” I echoed, soft as a blade.Her reply came like a fever breaking. “To see Luna dead.” She didn’t lower her voice, the sentence dropped into the room and landed there. It should have been the end of an argument. It should have been an accusation and a release, and I felt the air shift lik

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