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2025-03-17 23:57:13
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Way Out: Owned by the Mafia Boss The casino was packed.
The warm glow of the lights was reflected onto the deep red carpet by gold chandeliers that hung from the ceiling. The air was filled with the shuffle of cards, the hum of conversation, and the occasional cheer from a table that had won.Together, Dante and I entered.He was cool, collected, and untouchable as usual.As we went inside, his hand, as usual, found the small of my back.But this evening?There was a change.Because he was not merely being protective tonight.He was staking his claim tonight.As soon as we entered the casino floor, I became aware of it.how I was perceived by others. The speed at which they averted their gaze.since Dante was no longer concealing it.He was making sure they all fucking knew, that is why.I leaned in a little and let out a sharp exhale. "Why in the world are you doing this?"Dante sipped his whiskey with a sly smile. "How does it appear?"His fingers made a faint but noticeable impression on my lower back.I tightened my jaw. "You are creat
Huling Na-update : 2025-03-18Way Out: Owned by the Mafia Boss Breaking Point
The Penthouse: A Permanent HomeBehind me, the door slammed.Dante was on me before I had taken two steps.Quick. relentless. Unstoppable.I was yanked back against the wall by his hands grabbing my collar.My breath caught. "Dante—"He clenched his fingers."Speak it."My heartbeat quickened. "What do you say?"Dante's voice was demanding, dark, and low. Declare that you are mine.I tightened my jaw. Fuck."I—"Dante stopped me in my tracks.He kissed me instead.Rough and hard. unforgiving.It was a kiss. That was the owner. That broke down the last barrier I had.I ought to have resisted him.I ought to have pushed him away.However, instead—I gave him a kiss in return.Because he pulled harder each time I pushed.He made sure I was never able to leave every time I tried.And now?At this point, I was not certain that I wanted to.Command, authority, and surrender.Dante's teeth scraped my throat as his lips moved down my jaw.I breathed too quickly.Too superficial."Are you stil
Huling Na-update : 2025-03-18Way Out: Owned by the Mafia Boss No One Else, Only Me
Dante's control tightens as the shift occurs.I ought to have gone.I promised myself that I would.However, Dante's voice interrupted me as soon as I reached for my jacket."Go away."I squinted as I turned. "Pardon me?"As if he had not just given me instructions, Dante leaned against the kitchen counter and sipped his coffee.As if he had not made the decision for me.As if he knew I would comply.With ease, he put down his cup and said, "You are not going anywhere."I sneered. "You do not own me, as far as I can tell."Dante grinned. "Do not I?"My heartbeat quickened.Because what is the worst?I had no idea how to respond to that.Dante pushed off the counter and took slow, methodical steps toward me.I ought to have retreated.However, I didn't.Because I was curious to see what he would say next.I already knew something.I could feel the warmth radiating from his body as he stopped directly in front of me.And then—his fingers touched my jaw.Gentle. Too supple."You believe
Huling Na-update : 2025-03-18Way Out: Owned by the Mafia Boss A Reward No One Else Gets
The Fallout: A Change Has OccurredThere was silence on the drive back.Completely relaxed, Dante sat next to me, tapping his thigh with one hand while resting the other languidly on the steering wheel.As if nothing had occurred.As if I had not just demonstrated my ownership of him with blood on my hands.I pressed my fingers to my knee.I should have been ill. This steady, quiet hum in my chest should have been something else.But his voice in my ear was all I could think about."Well done, boy."I forced myself to swallow while attempting to ignore the heat that was still permeating my body and gazing out the window.I was becoming less of myself.What is the worst?I did not give a damn.The Penthouse: An Alternative Form of StressI thought he would return to work as soon as we entered.to check his phone, pour himself a drink, and pretend nothing had happened.He turned to me instead.And he simply looked for the first time.It is not as though he was planning my next move.He
Huling Na-update : 2025-03-18Way Out: Owned by the Mafia Boss No One Else Touches You
The Club: An Error That Must Have Been AvoidedThe club was full.The deep bass vibrated through the floor as the music blasted. The dimly lit VIP lounge smelled of expensive whiskey and smoke curled from cigars.Although Dante sat next to me with a relaxed posture, it was impossible to ignore him.He was the one being watched, even in a packed room.The one they were afraid of.And I was seated directly beside him.His.Here, everyone was aware of it.However, it seems that someone missed the fucking message.A hand touched my lower back as I was standing close to the bar, sipping my drink.I instantly tensed up.Then a voice, confident, smooth, and completely fucking naive."You appear tense," the man whispered. "I will take care of that."I let out a sharp breath, suppressing the urge to break his wrist right away.I turned instead, squinting at the stranger.tall. Nicely attired. And incredibly foolish.I took a step back to give us some distance. "I am not interested."Clearly un
Huling Na-update : 2025-03-18Way Out: Owned by the Mafia Boss You’re Mine, And I’ll Prove It
The Repercussions: Captured in His GravityIt was too quiet in the room.That sort of quiet that was like a warning.My heart was still racing from the events at the club when I stood in the centre of Dante's penthouse.based on how he had seized the man's throat.based on the way he had publicly kissed me.based on how I had allowed him.As if he had endless time, Dante leaned against the bar and rolled up his sleeves with deliberate slowness.As if my whole body did not still burn because of him.I tightened my jaw. "That overreaction was fucking ridiculous."Dante poured himself a drink and grinned. "Was it?"I sneered. "You almost killed him."Dante sipped his whisky and let out a slow exhale. "He touched my property."My breath caught.Because it was there.Just one damn word.mine.Dante put down his glass and fixed me with his dark eyes."You are not fond of it?" He whispered. "So why did you not stop me?"My throat became suddenly dry as I swallowed forcefully. "I—"Dante's he
Huling Na-update : 2025-03-23Way Out: Owned by the Mafia Boss I’ve Already Lost
The Following Morning: A Perilous RealityIt was warm when I woke up.He was hotter than the blankets.Dante.His body pressed against mine as if he had no intention of letting go, his arm slung over my waist, his breath steady against my shoulder.As if he would already decided I was welcome here.I was his property.My heart was beating too quickly as I swallowed forcefully and looked up at the ceiling.Because of the truth?I had no desire to relocate.did not want to back off.did not want to consider the implications of this.Because the instant I—I would have to acknowledge that.I was not prepared for that, either.Dante is not yet finished.I tried to put some distance between us by shifting a little.An error.Dante tightened his hold on my waist and made a low, groaning sound of protest before opening his eyes.Fuck.I never saw him like this before.Dark hair a little untidy, eyes a little softer than normal, a sleep-rough voice.Not the untouchable king of the mafia.Just
Huling Na-update : 2025-03-23Way Out: Owned by the Mafia Boss There’s No More Fighting This
The Setting – A Room Full of PowerThe poker table was lined with the city’s most dangerous men.Crime bosses, cartel heads, men who held power, influence, and blood on their hands.And Dante sat at the head of it all.Calm. Unshaken. Completely in control.I leaned back in my chair, nursing my drink, keeping my posture relaxed even though I could feel the weight of every fucking stare.Because tonight?I wasn’t just another man at the table.I was Dante Valenci’s right-hand.And everyone in this room knew it.But apparently, someone wanted to test just how true that was.The Disrespect – Someone Dares to Challenge HimIt was subtle at first.A comment here, a smirk there.But then, Martinez made a mistake.He was a smuggler, connected to the cartel, a man who thought he was bigger than he was.And tonight?He thought he was bold enough to challenge Dante’s claim.“So tell me,” Martinez mused, swirling his drink, his sharp eyes flickering to me. “How does it feel to be in Valenci’s po
Huling Na-update : 2025-03-23
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