All Chapters of The Don’s Indebted Stripper: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

MAEI barely listened to their back and forth, just stood there wordlessly until Owen pulled me away and we walked into a room together. He turned me to face him, “She’s nothing. Do you understand? I should have married her, but not anymore.”I nodded. I really, really wanted to explode but I honestly did not know if we were like that yet. He seemed to want that reaction though because he pulled me closer,“Tell me what’s on your mind, Mia Cara.”But before I could say anything, the loud sound of a gunshot pierced the air. It was followed by another, and then more.I jumped back, eyes wide. "What the hell—?"Owen grabbed me by the arm, pulling me closer to him. "Stay quiet. Stay close."What the hell was happening? "I need to go see what’s happening," Owen said, already moving toward the door. Panic shot through me so fast it made me feel funny in my stomach. I grabbed his hand, shaking my head frantically. "No…" My voice shook as the relentless gunfire outside sent a series of

MAE“You look like you just saw a ghost…” Owen said, not even giving me a second to process what was happening before he gently took my phone right out of my hands. I swear my soul left my body the moment his eyes landed on the screen. “That fucking pest. I should have broken his kneecaps when I had the chance… He did this!” His voice was filled with the kind of anger that made me instinctively shift back. I opened my mouth, then closed it again. There was nothing I could say that wouldn’t make this worse. He looked like he was ready to kill someone. Probably him.“I am sure there’s a logical explanation for this…” I finally managed to say, though my voice sounded weak even to my own ears. “Logical? The text tells me all I need to know,” Owen snapped, his hold on the phone strong. His expression was one of pure rage, and then, suddenly, he winced. A small groan slipped out as he clutched his arm. My fear disappeared in an instant. “Are you okay?” I asked, moving forward, my h

MAEFuck. I somehow managed to get myself kidnapped.My head was pounding, an annoying pain that felt like someone had taken a hammer to my skull. The sting where they had jabbed a needle into my neck was still there, faint but burning like an afterthought.I forced my eyes open despite the weirdness I was feeling as I looked around the room that I was in.The room was dark, like a creepy-movie dark, with this tiny bulb barely doing its job. Shadows were everywhere, and for a second, I couldn’t even tell how big the room was.I screamed. Like, full-on screamed, my voice bouncing off the walls. “Hello? Somebody! Help!”Nothing. Just dead silence.I started yanking at the restraints, twisting my wrists and pulling as hard as I could. The ropes dug into my skin, and the chair made these loud creaking sounds, but yeah, nothing. I wasn’t getting out of this.My eyes darted around the room, looking for something sharp—anything that could cut me loose. But nope. Nothing. Just empty walls an

MAEI gripped the table, my fingers digging into the wood as Owen picked up the pace. His good hand held me firmly, pulling me closer with every deep, punishing thrust. My breath hitched—caught between pleasure and something else, something darker, something dangerous.“Owen…” I gasped, barely able to get the words out. He filled me so completely, so overwhelmingly, I couldn’t think beyond the sensation of him stretching me open, claiming me in ways that made my heart race.The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed through the room, the raw, primal rhythm making everything feel chaotic, out of control.Owen groaned, his grip tightening on my hips. “You feel so fucking good, Mae,” he muttered, voice rough, desperate.God, I felt the same.I tried to steady myself, but there was no slowing down. He drove into me with relentless force, each thrust sending shivers down my spine. My body burned with need, but beneath the heat, beneath the pleasure, there was something else—something I

OWENMy men were back. They filed into Casa Eleganza like the victors they were, and I could see the easy smiles on their faces, an evidence that they had recovered from those killer drugs, even if not completely, but at least they had done a good enough job.Dave was the first to step in, his sharp blue eyes scanning the room like he was assessing a battlefield. He didn’t look much different, but there was something in the way he held himself—much like he wasn’t carrying as many ghosts as before. Grey entered next, his cigar lodged between his lips, and he was actually smiling, his eyes assessing the ladies in particular.Then there was Ashtex, my best sniper, the man who had held my empire together while I was gone. He smirked when he saw me, like he knew exactly what kind of chaos was about to unfold now that we were back. “The clan is back,” Ashtex said, his voice edged with something between excitement and nostalgia. “The top made men—the deadly three. Even your best sniper is