All Chapters of OWNED BY THE MAFIA DON: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

HAKAN ** I couldn’t take my eyes off her and neither could any of my men. She was like a siren out of water whose sole purpose was to lure men to their doom. With every piece of clothing she took off, my desire was ratcheted up till I couldn’t stand it any more. I’ve never had a problem with control, yet this woman could make me lose it without even trying. I had to have her now. “I thought I could wait, take you back to my hotel and then spend the night with you. But if I don’t have you right now, I may lose my mind.” I said as I pressed her into the pole she was dancing on. I would take her right here just to take the edge off this burning need inside me, then I’ll follow my original plan of taking her back for an all nighter. I really hoped she was ready for all I planned to do to her and with her. “Y.your men, t.they’re still h.here.” I could have ordered them to leave, but I decided against it. They were the ones who made me come out and I didn’t regret it because I met this

NIGHTINGALE ** I want to die. That was the thought on my mind as I became conscious again. My head ached so badly, like it had been split open with a hammer, my eyes felt heavy so I kept them closed even though I was awake, my throat felt dry and sore and my stomach hurt, though that was just hunger. When was the last time I ate? What time was it? Did I pass out in the club or did I make it home? So many questions that needed answers but somehow, I didn’t have enough mental fortitude or physical awareness to try and get the answers. I just wanted a few more minutes of peace because I knew that once I opened my eyes, it would probably be time to do one form of work or the other. And it was time for another pill, I could feel it. My skin felt itchy and I got that uncomfortable feeling that always came when I stayed too long without a pill or a shot. If I stayed too long without the drugs, I would get really sick. I knew I was addicted, but at this point, I didn’t really care. I prefer

NIGHTINGALE**He was just angry because I assumed he fucked me while I was asleep. I was relieved that he didn’t actually do it though, because thinking of him doing that to me was disgusting and sounded too much like rape. But it wasn’t my fault I assumed so, my time on the streets had taught me that people, especially men in this situation, were capable of so much worse. And just because we spent a night together once upon a time, it didn’t mean I was special or important to him. I apologised for my wrong assumption and was about to make my exit when he said something that shocked me.“You’re not going anywhere.”“What?” I asked because I was confused.Why didn’t he want me to leave? Had he been waiting for me to wake up so I could service him? If so then his chivalry was wasted. There really isn’t much difference.“You heard me. You’re not leaving this room unless it’s with me.”“You don’t have to escort me back, I can find my way.” I said to him because I assumed that was what he

NIGHTINGALE**“Just wait here. I’ll go up and grab a few of my things, and then we can leave. It won’t take up to twenty minutes.” I said to Hakan as the car stopped right in front of my building.Everyone in the neighbourhood would gawk at me when they saw me step out of such a fancy car but it didn’t matter because I wasn’t returning back here anyway. Hakan was very adamant about taking me with him. But I didn’t want him to come inside with me so I could freely search for my pills. He had refused to heed my request to him to get me more pills and it made me hate him. I don’t care about getting clean, I just wanted the sweet bliss that came with not being sober and in control of my brain and I could only achieve that when I was high. It’s my choice how I choose to live my life, why did he even show up to interfere?I gasped as he roughly grabbed my chin and turned my head to face him.“You’re crazy if you think I’ll let you out of my sight for even one minute. This is exactly how I

NIGHTINGALE**I’m so confused right now. What my brain wants and what my body wants are totally different. My brain is screaming that I should get Hakan off me by all means even if it means I have to bite his arm off. But my body, the treacherous bitch craves his touch. No man has ever turned me on as much as he does. I might have been a virgin when I first met him, but after working on the streets for as long as I did, and in clubs, I was far from that. I have more experience now, yet, none of the men I’ve been with ever made my body so needy. Maybe it was because they were clients, they paid for my body so they’re only concerned about their pleasure and how I can satisfy them. Maybe because despite everything, he’s the only male I’ve ever felt safe with. But am I really safe with him when he technically kidnapped me from my life and forced me to come with him? My body didn’t care about all those technicalities, it only cared about his warmth and weight on my back, his arm around my