บททั้งหมดของ Claim by the Don: บทที่ 151 - บทที่ 160

Marco's p.o.v“Come in.”The door cracked open, I didn't bother to look up. “Don.” Matthew called, waiting for permission to speak, I nod for him to continue. “Someone is here to see you.” He informed.“Not interested.” I simply dismissed. I don't have the time for any of those greedy businessmen, who are only interested in doing business with me just to rip me off.“You might want to see him, Don.” Matthew insisted.Oh? Then this must be an interesting person, I leaned into my swivel chair and adjusted myself and took a deep breath.Getting tired of Matthew's anticipating stare as he awaits my response, I took a calm exhale. “Who?”“Michael Bruce.”Michael Bruce? Why is he here? Michael is a forty-four years old, who's recently awarded three star general for his braveness and service to the country.He was stationed here years ago, and has been popular for his strict transformation in the military. I got an invitation for his ceremonial award, but I didn't go for the event.“Let hi

Zoey p.o.vThe bar was dimly lit, the soft glow of the neon signs casting a warm hue over the room. The air was thick with the smell of alcohol and cigarette smoke, mingling with the sound of laughter and chatter from the people in bar. At the bar, a man sat alone, nursing a drink as he stared into the distance. He took a sip of his drink, the liquid burning his throat.Myself and my friends, Tracy, Maya, Lucy, and Sophie were at a table in the corner of the bar, out of any unnecessary attention.After I dropped Adriano at my parents, I came straight here. The girls and I are having our usual hangout, Sophie is responsible for picking the location for our hangout. And of all places to pick, she decided we should go to a bar, and that too in a place like this. This area of the city is where you can find all kinds of criminals, smokers, drunks, street fighters, thieves and what not.“He's planning our next date, I have no idea where he's taking us. I'm so excited for it.” Tracy gushed

Marco's p.o.v“Mr. Alfonso.” Michael Bruce called loudly, to loud for my liking.“Do you know him.” Dad questioned quietly.“He dropped by at the office days ago.” I replied, he's drawing too much attention for my liking.“We meet again, sooner than expected.” His loud voice came again, he wants those around to know we are acquaintance.I glare at his outstretched hand, waiting for me to receive it. I reluctantly took his hand briefly.“I didn't know I will meet you here.” His horrid chuckle sounding like a female giggle irritating me. The fuck he doesn't know I will be here, when has his men look keep track on me.“Are going to say why you're here?” I don't entertain foreplay with words, “Ah, we are working together now, I just want us to be more….”“I don't remember working with you.” I think I should make things clearer, I don't work with be anyone. I'm a lone fighter, I don't mix myself with pretentious and manipulative people.“About the trafficking case.” “I don't remember ag

Zoey p.o.vHeaven..... That's what's it felt at the moment, the second we step foot inside our room. Marco strip me bare of my dress, the dress was an obvious hindrance for us at the moment.“Ahh.” I moan as Marco drags his soft lips over my jawline. His strong arms pressing me against him tightly.He took me surprised by clutching my waist tightly, I gasped when he jerked me towards him before pinning me to the door. I could feel every hard muscle in his body against mine.“Soft and so mine.” He whispers in a raspy tone, causing my skin to prickle with goosebumps at his firm declarations.His hard member pressing angrily against my stomach.I was shocked at his roughness.I realized I have successfully turned his anger into pure need and desire. I know he was about to go rough on me, but how rough? Did I push his buttons too hard? Am I ready to find out? Hell Yeah!!His was feverish and rough, I knew that there might be bruises on my lips, but to hell with that for all I care. It fel

Author p.o.vMexico __ 9:20pm.The warehouse was lit up with neon green light, causing a dim glow over the room. The eerie hue cast shadows on the dusty concrete floor, creating a mysterious atmosphere that sent shivers down the spine of anyone who dared to enter.The walls were lined with stacked high with boxes and crates of all shapes and sizes. The air was thick with the smell of musty cardboard and old machinery, adding to the sense of foreboding that permeated the space.Men sat around waiting for the auction to start, some of seem wealthy in their expensive suits. While few were in causal clothing. In the corner of the warehouse, a lone figure sat leaning on his seat. Marco, exuded an air of danger that had the other patrons shifting uncomfortably in their seats. Despite his intimidating presence, Marco seemed relaxed as he leaned against the wall, his arms crossed over his chest. This trade is highly confidential, for any one present here the organizers didn't their research