All Chapters of Owned by the Billionaire Mafia King: Chapter 171 - Chapter 180

Jaxon I couldn't fucking believe it. That asshole managed to get himself shot while protecting MY wife, while I was trying to keep his own wife from strangling him in his sleep. Maybe, I reflected, I should have just let her kill him, and save us all a lot of aggravation. Marino was a pain in my ass. He wouldn't have gotten himself injured if he had just stayed the fuck away from Sara like I'd asked him to a million times. Maybe now that he'd actually gotten hurt, he'd listen to me.Still, I had to admit, I was glad that asshole was there. He had taken the bullet intended for my wife. I didn't want to think too hard about why he'd done it, or what could have happened if he wasn't there. Illogically, it pissed me off that I wasn't the one to take the bullet. It was MY job to protect my wife, not his. That asshole better stay alive, I thought to myself, so I could kill him if he even THOUGHT about making a move on Sara again. "Jaxon, what happened?" Sara asked me, opening her

Jaxon I paced back and forth anxiously. How could everything have gone so terribly wrong? My feelings about Antonio remained mixed but, of course, I never wished death upon him–mostly because I still needed him. I felt anxious about attacking the Frankie brothers without him, but it wasn’t like I had any other options. I felt like I was losing my mind, pacing and trying to process through all the wandering thoughts. It felt like complicated webbing that stung with an electric shock whenever certain thoughts hit part of the web in my mind. I rolled my eyes at the annoyance and moved to my desk to grab the bottle of ibuprofen that I kept tucked in there. I probably didn’t need to be taking more or taking it with my bourbon, but I wasn’t really focused on those concerns. I forced myself to sit at the desk, but I kept fidgeting and moving. James was busy with his own issues. I knew I couldn’t call him. Max and Oliver were already set on scoping out the Frankie brothers and h

Jaxon"I trust my wife." I kept repeating that in my head as Sara moved slowly away from Antonio. I tried to swallow the initial feelings of anger and jealousy that swelled up. I knew she wouldn’t do that to me, certainly not when she knew I was just on the other side of the door. But I couldn’t get my face to relax. I couldn’t seem to unlock my muscles. I felt frozen in this place of anger and fearful jealousy. Sara didn’t object or try to refuse when I asked her to leave, and I was grateful for that. The last thing I wanted was a disagreement or argument in front of Antonio, especially when so much of it was about him. I waited until I could hear her footsteps fading outside. "I’m glad you’re alive. I’m glad you are doing better. Let me say before I say anything else how grateful I am that you did what you did. I’m glad at least that I can count on you to protect Sara as fiercely as I would. At that moment, I couldn’t help, but you were there and I owe you for that. I’m gr

Jaxon"Where are they?" Sam muttered as he checked his wristwatch before looking around the dimly lit street.I scoffed, completely unsurprised that these pigs were late for our meeting. I wouldn't even be surprised if they didn't show up and just reneged on our deal. We'd been waiting at the agreed-upon meeting place for half an hour, and I was getting antsy too.I felt like a sitting duck, and part of me couldn't help but wonder if this whole thing was a setup."What do we do if they don't come, boss?" Sam asked with a frown."They'll come," I answered strongly, with a confidence that I certainly didn't feel.I was just about to call it in when I spotted car lights drawing closer and closer. I put my hand over the gun in my holster warily, ready to shoot if this was an ambush.The lights blinded me for a second before the black SUV navigated its way into a parking spot opposite our own. Sam and I exchanged glances before moving to the front of the car to meet our riv

Jaxon I still couldn't fucking believe the Frankie brothers had pulled that shit. I gave them back their kid for Christ's sake! Marino and I thought, "Hey, let's be the bigger men, let's make nice!" And look what good it did me. I was so pissed off I wanted to put my fist through somebody's skull. Anybody associated with the Frankie brothers would do. It didn't really matter who.I actually started to rank whose skull I wanted to bash in first when the phone rang, interrupting my reverie. Probably just as well, I thought, since I was going to have to be cautious for the time being. I actually did have a plan in place to take care of those bastards, and beating them up would be counterproductive. While it would definitely be a lot of fun, it might tip them off that something was going down. I sighed and answered the call. "Jaxon? It's Tori," said the familiar voice on the line. "How are you? Do you have a minute to talk?" I realized immediately that for Tori to call me wit