บททั้งหมดของ Owned by the Billionaire Mafia King: บทที่ 201 - บทที่ 210

Sara It wasn't as if I had anything against Antonio. I mean, he had saved my life and nearly gotten himself killed in the process. My trepidation stemmed from my worry that he would talk about his feelings for me. While my own feelings for him were friendly and grateful, his feelings were more intense, to say the least. At least according to him. He had so many mistresses that I honestly didn't know what to think anymore. And then there was Antonio's poor, long-suffering wife. The last time I had seen Mrs. Marino was at Antonio's bedside, where she promised to be a better wife if only her husband would live. I sighed in resignation and accepted the call. As far as I could tell, there was no way around it. He would only call again, and if my husband was around when he did, it would be far more difficult to handle. "Antonio, how are you feeling?" I asked him, simultaneously realizing that I both wanted to know and was glad to hear from him in spite of myself. "Jaxon and I have be

SaraI laced up my boots and tugged on my darker sweater. Jaxon came out of the bathroom dressed in his dark clothes, and I could tell from his expression the kind of people he was ready to face now. I hated to admit how sexy it was to see him looking so powerful and stoic. I pulled my hair up in a ponytail and moved closer to him. He looked at me as if he didn’t fully register what he was seeing. There was no hint that he was a man with love and desire in his eyes now–only the malicious leader that controlled this city. "What are you doing?" he asked, sounding really confused. He looked truly baffled like everything about me was a complete enigma to him. I narrowed my eyes on him. "I’m going with you, obviously. You’re going to talk to people about the murders, and I want to come. I want to hear what people have to say." I crossed my arms determinedly across my chest and stared at him hard. Jaxon’s face turned hard and white. For the briefest of moments there was a hollow

SaraI paced behind Sam while he worked on breaking into the police website. He was struggling and getting frustrated. "Maybe we don’t have to do this the illegal way," I offered, mostly just irritated at the situation. "What do you mean?" Sam asked without turning around to look at me. He kept typing, and the sound was driving me up a wall. "I mean that report you have shows the leading detective on the case. Why don’t we just go talk to him in person? We can probably find out more information that way," I offered. Sam turned around and looked at me incredulously. I felt like a tiny moron with the way he stared at me. "Okay, you are married to Jaxon Deverouix, the king of the criminal world, and we are both very proficient in illegal activities. I mean you and I have both broken more than five laws today," he stated as if to offer more support that I was crazy. "I don’t break the law…" I tried to argue. He only raised his eyebrows at me. Even if I had only been a witn

Sara I instantly felt like a little child when Jaxon opened the door for the chief of police and his wife. They were clearly a little bit older than Jaxon, and the wife was dressed more conservatively. I had felt cute and fancy in my dress previously, but now I felt like it was too revealing and inappropriate for this dinner. "Joel, Miranda, welcome. Thank you so much for coming," Jaxon started as he opened the door wide for them. He took their jackets and I gestured for them to follow me further into the house. "I’m not sure if you both have met my wife, Sara," Jaxon called from behind me. I turned and smiled at both of them. "It’s wonderful to meet you, Sara," Miranda offered. Her voice sounded proper, like a Victorian woman who came from old money. She was vastly intimidating. "Your home is beautiful, as always, Jaxon. I love the extra feminine touches." She was talking to Jaxon but she was looking at me with a wink and smile. When we reached the kitchen I grabbed tw

Sara Despite sleeping more hours than usual, I felt tired and uncomfortable. I felt worn out and like the worries from last night were still weighing me down. I wasn’t sure I was ready to talk to a journalist and present myself publicly, but I didn’t have much choice. I did my best with my makeup and took the time to blowdry my hair. For the first time Jaxon was ready to leave before me. He smiled when he saw me and handed me a to-go cup of coffee. "How are you feeling?" His voice was cheery and more energetic than I was expecting. I couldn’t help but smile at him. "I’m okay, a little anxious. But I think I’m ready, it’s going to be great." I tried to make myself believe the words I was saying. I took the coffee from him and Jaxon held out his arm for me. I let him guide me to the garage and over to the Jaguar. I smiled wider. I loved taking the Jaguar. It felt like Jaxon was speeding and zooming wildly down the road, but I knew it was just me feeling anxious about the meet