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Don't You Want To Be Powerful?

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Elle

I gasp at the curse word. Ava rarely curses during her conversation and that fact makes the word feel so much stronger when she says it

"I'm not..." I start to say then stop, pressing my lips together. There's no use in lying to her if she can easily point out when I'm not telling the truth.

She arches an eyebrow, her tone tight when she says, "Did my brother..." She hesitates before adding, "hurt you?"

I shake my head almost appalled that she might suggest that. "No of course not. Aaron w
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    AaronMy sister slips into the empty seat beside me and hands me a soda can she got from the vending machine at the front desk.My pinky finger twitches at my side but I make no move to procure the can from her fingertips.“Take it.” She urges and when I still don’t make an attempt she pins me with a look I’ve only ever seen her use on her kids.Even though I’m older than her, Ava has always been somewhat of a maternal figure to me. It's always just been both of us for so long, even when Marcus was around. Growing up, whenever I tried to picture our mother’s face, it was Ava’s I saw instead. She always found me at my lowest and was there to pull me back together again, even now.My fingers hover over the can for a moment before I let out a sigh and take it from her.She lets out a sigh of her own and shoves her hand back into the pocket of her coat and redirecting her attention to the sleeping child sprawled across Nikolai’s lap on the other side of the room.“It appears she’s taken

  • Owned By The Irish Mafia Boss    Hospital Visits

    Aaron.Elle passes out the second she notices me pointing a gun at her. Well not her, but the asshole straddling her who is now slumped against her body.Anger simmers in my blood as I slide my gun back into its holster and step inside the trashed living room over to my wife. Once I push the bastard's weight off her, I gather my wife’s passed-out body and hold her against my chest.“I’ve got you,” I whisper, moving my hand to cup the back of her head, pressing her face into my neck. “I’ve got you. You’re okay.”She’s okay. She’s okay. She’s here and she’s okay. God, if I were only a second la— I shake my head pushing the dark possibility out of my mind.She’s here. She’s here.Her eyes are closed, cheeks wet like she’s been crying but she’s still alive. My gaze drops to her wrist, where a bruise is now forming.Rage twists in my gut.The sick Bastard. He did this to her. He hurt her.“What the hell happened here?” Nikolai’s thick Russian accent cuts through the silence as he steps in

  • Owned By The Irish Mafia Boss    The Man at the Door

    Elle.I believe in taking my mind off the bad when things get worse.It’s a coping mechanism I developed somewhere between childhood and now, born out of simple necessity and the refusal to let dread swallow me whole.I don't always succeed at it but at least I try.It’s been over a week since Neil escaped, and a lot has changed.Aaron is on edge, well, more on edge than usual, which is saying something. He’s barely home, and when he is, he isn’t really here. It's like he's far away, tending to phone calls, following clues and even though I get why, it doesn't mean I like it.He stays out late almost every night, tracking down leads on Neil and Ivy, and each time he comes back empty-handed the silence between us gets a little heavier. It’s almost like they’ve disappeared off the face of the planet, which would be a comfort if I didn’t know any better.People like them don’t just disappear simply because you want them to. They wait. Which is a lot more worrisome.“Something on your min

  • Owned By The Irish Mafia Boss    The Other Shoe

    ElleLife is absolutely fantastic.No, really I mean it. My husband loves me and I love him. And even better? I told him how I felt and didn't throw up or run away or both.I am on fucking cloud 9 and nothing is going to bring me down. At least that’s what I thought.Until three days later, when I wake up to find my husband speaking rapidly into the phone, it takes me a while to realise he’s speaking English.He ends the call on a harsh “Find them.” Before tossing his phone back on the bed, he swore harshly in a language I don’t understand.“Since when did you know how to speak French?” And why has he never spoken it to me before?He spins around, wild eyes softening as he meets mine.“Baby,” the nickname which usually warms something me from the inside instead today makes my skin prick with worry because that’s the emotion I see on his face as he looks at me.“What’s wrong?” I say, adjusting on the bed so I can cross my legs underneath me.He says nothing, inhaling sharply, while ru

  • Owned By The Irish Mafia Boss    Aaron’s Past

    Aaron.*Five years ago*“He went this way,” one of my pursuers shouts, barking the order for the others to follow. Fortunately for me, they do.Fucking hell.My uncle says something over the earpiece but I can hardly make out the words through the immense throbbing at my side. I clamp my hand over the stab wound at my side, forcing myself to ignore the warm blood slipping between my fingers.Damnit. I’ve been stabbed before, but the memory of a blade piercing through my skin and tissues doesn’t live up to the reality of this. This pain slowly consumes me, like I’m close to the brink of death.I was fairly certain the blade had punctured something important, but since I wasn’t particularly good at biology, I couldn’t guess exactly what had been hit.Not only was being stabbed rare these days, but it also required me to be stupid enough to let someone get close enough to do the damage, which apparently I was. When I found out the Italians had intercepted our shipments I should’ve know

  • Owned By The Irish Mafia Boss    We (2)

    Elle.Shit. Fuck. Shit. I didn’t want it to come out like that.Aaron stops his exploration, his eyes drifting up to hold my gaze. “You what?”“I- well, that was…”“Say it again.” He rasps breathlessly. He nips lightly at my chin and a low almost desperate whimper slips from my throat. “Say it again.” He repeats when the words fail to be uttered once more. I remain quiet not because I don’t want to say the words again, but because a sick part of me liked the desperate twinkle I saw gleaming in his eyes.“Please, Angel.” He breathes, “Don’t make me beg. I’ll do it if that’s what you want just let me hear you say it again.”My heart is at the front and centre of a marching band. He’s bluffing. He can’t possibly beg me to say those words again, can he?“Do it then.”Fucking hell. I did not just say that.But it’s too late. The words are free and I now have to deal with the consequences of my stupid actions.For a second, the only sound in the room is the heavy, jagged rhythm of our br

  • Owned By The Irish Mafia Boss    Morning After Nightmares

    ElleThump.Thump.Thump.Thump.Something is beating against my ear. It's loud and steady, annoying.I press my face deeper into my pillow, hoping to somehow stifle the sound with the softness of it, but instead, I'm met with the sound growing louder and my cheek digging into a hardness that wasn'

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  • Owned By The Irish Mafia Boss    Nerves

    Aaron"I need help," Elle says, turning around and pointing to the unzipped back of her dress. My gaze trails down the exposed skin of her back. She's only inches away and if I wanted to, I could reach out and touch her. Line my fingers up her exposed spine and trace the dimples on her lower back.

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  • Owned By The Irish Mafia Boss    The Past (2)

    Elle (15, London)Today was my mother's wedding.She stood next to her new husband, her face beaming, her lips smiling, and her eyes sparkling in a way I don't think I've ever seen before.She slipped her arm under Richard's, pressing herself closer to his side despite the fullness of her dress. Li

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  • Owned By The Irish Mafia Boss    Wedding Planning

    Aaron Breakfast goes on without any hitch. My sister and her husband feed the twins while happily chatting away with Elle about God knows what. I haven't listened to a word uttered from either of their mouths since I sat down simply because my mind, gaze and body, are all attuned to the one gor

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