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Author: Ethel
last update publish date: 2026-05-20 13:47:23

Aaron

My 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 Marcu
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  • Owned By The Irish Mafia Boss    Hospital News

    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    The Talk

    Elle"My father didn't abandon us. My mother abandoned him."Oh. Wow. I did not see that coming."She fell in love with Marcus while she and my father were still married and ran away with him while she was pregnant with me. A few years later, she realised what a terrible mistake she made and came b

    last updateLast Updated : 2026-04-03
  • Owned By The Irish Mafia Boss    Safe Space

    ElleAaron doesn't say much during the ride home. His eyes are firmly fixed outside and I'm unable to make sense of the emotion I see lurking in his eyes.You would think that after the problem with Neil was resolved, we'd have lots to talk about, and you would be wrong.Instead, I'm left wondering

    last updateLast Updated : 2026-04-02
  • Owned By The Irish Mafia Boss    LIFE UPDATE

    Hi everyone 👋🏽 The first thing I want to do is apologise. I haven't updated in a while and that's because I have been extremely busy. The new year came with plenty of opportunities for me. Opportunities I couldn't deny myself. I had to sit back and plan my life according to how I intend for i

    last updateLast Updated : 2026-04-02
  • Owned By The Irish Mafia Boss    Council Meeting.

    Elle.The grand board room could serve as a direct copy of one of those over-the-top ballrooms you see in a historical drama, or a theatrical play, excluding the blood red walls, velvet flooring tempered with some type of gold colouring linking itself throughout the broad space of the room and the

    last updateLast Updated : 2026-04-02
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