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Chapter 43: I don’t gamble. I own

Author: Black sweet
last update Last Updated: 2025-10-18 22:58:20

~ Avelyn ~

Those words felt like a hand closing around something tender inside of me. Not a threat shouted across the room because he was far too controlled for theatrics but a private promise meant to be heard and understood. Chill threaded down my spine. The rest of the night would now orbit that line.

He kept me near as if I might dissolve given space. He introduced me with a smile to certain men with a tilt of the head, “my guest,” the words tasting different here than they had on the jet. Sometimes it was a hand that rested possessively at my waist, sometimes a casual arm across my shoulder when he spoke, as if to claim me in a language of touch. To the assembled syndicate his words were small, spoken demonstrations: she belongs to me. You do not touch what I mark.

A man asked, mid-conversation, taking a long pull from his glass, “That girl — from the club? Is she investment or indulgence?”

Xander’s smile didn’t reach his eyes. “Investment implies risk,” he said, clea
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