All Chapters of Way Out: Owned by the Mafia Boss: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

The Repercussions: Captured in His GravityIt was too quiet in the room.That sort of quiet that was like a warning.My heart was still racing from the events at the club when I stood in the centre of Dante's penthouse.based on how he had seized the man's throat.based on the way he had publicly kissed me.based on how I had allowed him.As if he had endless time, Dante leaned against the bar and rolled up his sleeves with deliberate slowness.As if my whole body did not still burn because of him.I tightened my jaw. "That overreaction was fucking ridiculous."Dante poured himself a drink and grinned. "Was it?"I sneered. "You almost killed him."Dante sipped his whisky and let out a slow exhale. "He touched my property."My breath caught.Because it was there.Just one damn word.mine.Dante put down his glass and fixed me with his dark eyes."You are not fond of it?" He whispered. "So why did you not stop me?"My throat became suddenly dry as I swallowed forcefully. "I—"Dante's he

The Setting – A Room Full of PowerThe poker table was lined with the city’s most dangerous men.Crime bosses, cartel heads, men who held power, influence, and blood on their hands.And Dante sat at the head of it all.Calm. Unshaken. Completely in control.I leaned back in my chair, nursing my drink, keeping my posture relaxed even though I could feel the weight of every fucking stare.Because tonight?I wasn’t just another man at the table.I was Dante Valenci’s right-hand.And everyone in this room knew it.But apparently, someone wanted to test just how true that was.The Disrespect – Someone Dares to Challenge HimIt was subtle at first.A comment here, a smirk there.But then, Martinez made a mistake.He was a smuggler, connected to the cartel, a man who thought he was bigger than he was.And tonight?He thought he was bold enough to challenge Dante’s claim.“So tell me,” Martinez mused, swirling his drink, his sharp eyes flickering to me. “How does it feel to be in Valenci’s po

A Sign Too Large to Ignore: The Weight of a RingThis was not how it was intended to feel.It was only a ring.It was just a piece of expensive, subtle metal that was chained around my finger.The cool weight of it taunted me as I absently turned it over.Because this was not a gift at all.It was a brand.A reminder that I was claimed by Dante.that I was his forever, not just his property.What is the worst?I had not removed it.I did not leave the bedroom. Not while I was taking a shower. Not while I was sitting at the bar feigning that nothing had changed from the previous evening.I tightened my jaw.Fuck.There is no room for denial under Dante's control.Before I could see him, I could hear his footsteps.Slow. steady. total control.Then his voice, knowing and smooth."You still have it on."I let out a sharp exhale without raising my gaze. "Do not take it too seriously."With a low, contented laugh, Dante laughed."That is too late."Against my will, my pulse spiked as I fin

The Calm Before the Storm I should have known it was too quiet. Dante and I had spent the last three days in a rare kind of peace—if I could even call it that. No fights. No power plays. No running. I still didn’t know how to define what was between us, but I knew one thing—I wasn’t leaving. And neither was he. But that night? Everything fucking changed. The Setup – A Meeting That Goes Wrong It was supposed to be simple. A quiet, controlled meeting at one of Dante’s clubs—neutral ground, nothing out of the ordinary. I was standing by the bar, watching the conversation unfold, keeping my distance like I always did. Dante sat at the head of the table, completely at ease, dealing with some cartel associates from Miami. Everything seemed fine. Until it wasn’t. Until the doors slammed open. Until the first gunshot rang out. The Moment Everything Falls Apart I barely had time to react before the chaos erupted. Men yelling, flipping the table, reaching fo

The Morning After – A New UnderstandingWhen I woke up, Dante was already watching me.Dark eyes, steady and unreadable, tracing over my face like he was committing every detail to memory.I frowned, my voice still rough from sleep. “You’re staring.”Dante smirked. “You’re still here.”I exhaled sharply, rubbing a hand over my face. “Yeah, well, I figured you might bleed out without me watching.”Dante chuckled, but his expression didn’t change.He was studying me.Like he was deciding something important.I shifted under his gaze. “What?”Dante tilted his head, amusement flickering in his eyes. “You love me.”Fuck.I tensed, my heart kicking up against my ribs. “I—”Dante cut me off with a lazy, knowing smirk. “Relax, sweetheart. I already knew.”I scowled. “Then why the hell—”“Because now, we’re past the bullshit,” Dante interrupted smoothly.His fingers brushed over my wrist, against the ring he gave me.“You’re mine,” he murmured. “And that means you’re in this for good.”My stom