All Chapters of Owned by the Billionaire Mafia King: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Jaxon Sara was gone. She never came home. I knew that she would never deliberately leave me, not like that, anyway. If she was going to leave me and end our marriage, she would never just walk away without a word. Her last text said that she was coming home soon. If her absence had been voluntary, her last text would have read, "Drop dead." And she sure as hell would have explained why she was leaving. Antonio Marino–that cocksucker had taken her to get to me. And I decided that I would find her and kill him if I had to hunt him to the ends of the earth. Sara was my love, my life. She was what I cherished more than anything else in this world. No man on earth was going to take her away from me. "Boss, no offense intended, but you need to calm down a little," Leon said, and the fact that he meant well did nothing to stem my ever-present fury. "We got all our best people on this. We’ll find her. It’s gonna be okay." "It better fucking be okay or I swear to Christ–" I h

Jaxon "What the fuck, Max? Don’t tell me that! Fuck!" I screamed and slammed my coffee cup down on the ground. It shattered on impact and pieces flew with high velocity. "Fuck." "I’m sorry, boss, but at least we are eliminating them." "We are practically doing Marino’s job for him. We can't possibly defeat him with such a small crew. More than half of our men have defected and betrayed us. I’ve half decided to just wipe everyone out!" I screamed. I felt furious, defeated, and desperate. It had been almost a week since Sara was taken and instead of getting closer to her, I felt I was farther away. Everything felt like I had been thrown into a shit storm, and I had no idea who to trust any longer. Max and James were the only ones I was certain of. I had smashed half of my office in irritation. "I can certainly arrange that for you, boss. Though that might not be the best choice." I glanced up at Max. He sat in the chair, legs spread casually, chewing on a wad of toba

JaxonI felt like I would wear a hole through the floor with my repetitive pacing. My nerves were shot, and my muscles were tense. I felt like I could barely see straight. Every time my phone rang or I heard footsteps I thought of Sara and my desperation worsened. "Jaxon, I think I've got something that needs your attention," Max stated, storming into the room. My eyes darted over to him but I didn’t stop my pacing. "What’s happening?" I demanded. Max gave me a sheepish smile. "In all our… purging, I think I’ve found the true mole working for Marino. He’s down at the factory right now, the boys are holding him." "This is the piece of shit that helped kidnap Sara?" I was already grabbing my jacket and keys. I followed Max quickly out the way he had come in, and out to his car. "This is the main guy, yes. He had other helpers and they are also being held." Max drove like a madman down the road in his lifted monster truck. I kept balling my hands in fists and releasing

JaxonI sat in my destroyed office, brooding in the dark as I thought about Sara. I had broken basically everything in the office besides the desk and chairs. I'd been having bursts of anger ever since Marino had taken Sara. I hadn't bothered to replace the furniture since I was only going to break it again.I spent most of my days alone in this house, in between meetings on plans of action. I couldn't eat, I couldn't sleep, and I couldn't help but think of all the awful things that Marino could be subjecting her to. He'd had her as his prisoner for so long, I could only hope she was still alive.I never lingered on that particular worry because I didn't want to believe that she was dead. She'd be no good to him dead, so I felt fairly confident in my assessment that she was still alive. Whether or not she was in one piece was what tortured me most nights.I'd had nightmares of receiving her body parts in gift boxes: a finger, a toe, and so on. Everything we knew about Marino le

JaxonI ran a hand down my face as I examined my reflection in the mirror, turning my head from side to side. It was fair to say that I'd looked better. I looked positively disheveled. I had stopped shaving after Sara had gone missing, and now I looked like a wild man.I sighed heavily as I opened the bathroom cabinet and bent down, searching for a new can of shaving cream. A shave wouldn't bring Sara back, but it would hopefully make me feel more like myself and ground me. I was afraid that I was slowly losing it with every passing day.I frowned heavily at the first thing that caught my eye, an opened box of pregnancy tests. I reached for it, dread creeping up my spine. Why would Sara have these? And why wouldn't she have told me about them?I straightened up with the box in my hand as I turned it over, reading the box. The box contained one less pregnancy test than it was supposed to–which meant that Sara had taken the test. I foolishly turned to the wastebasket, searchin