All Chapters of Owned by the Mafia Billionaire (A MxM erotica novel): Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Chapter One Micah’s POV “Shit… no, no, no—” I cursed silently under my breath. “Just a few seconds more.” My fingers flew across the key, code blurring into gibberish as alarms screamed inside my headset. I’d been in the system for less than ninety seconds, and I was supposed to be out in sixty. The warehouse was dead silent, except for the soft hum of my laptop and the occasional drip of water echoing from the pipes overhead. Crouched behind a rusted stack of crates, bathed in the blue glow of my screen, I typed fast, adrenaline surging like a live wire under my skin. This wasn’t my cleanest job. Hell, it wasn’t even close. But I didn’t have the luxury of clean anymore. My rent was three months overdue, debt collectors were circling like vultures, and the hospital bills for Mom’s chemo were a noose around my neck. I needed this money. The cartel contact, a slimy bastard named Rico, had promised me fifteen grand for access to a shipping manifest. Just some “private importer’

Remy’s POVI wiped down the marble counter for the third time, even though it didn’t need cleaning. The evening rush had just passed, and the dining floor buzzed in the low hum of satisfied diners and clinking cutlery. Soft jazz drifted in from the ceiling speakers. The scent of fresh thyme and butter still hung in the air from the lamb we served earlier.I checked the time. 9:12 PM.The table in the far corner waved. I nodded to Marco who was already halfway to them. Efficient as always. I had hired him fresh out of school, and he had grown into the role better than most. My kitchen manager, Eloise, popped her head out from behind the swinging door.“Chef wants to know if he can start prep for the basil crème. We’re almost out.”“Tell him yes. We’re doing the fennel reduction again for the veal tomorrow. He’ll need clean jars.”She nodded and disappeared.I moved toward the host stand. We had three empty tables. A couple on a date, an older group finishing dessert, and a solo man sta

Callum’s POVRemy’s blood coated my hands. It was warm and sticky, soaking into the fabric of my shirt as I pressed down on the wound. His breathing was shallow, his skin pale under the dim restaurant lights. I needed to move fast. I pulled out my phone and dialed Alex, head of my security. He answered on the first ring. “Code Black,” I said. “My location. Cleanup and silence.” “Understood,” Alex replied. No questions. That’s why I paid him. I slid the phone back into my pocket and hooked an arm under Remy’s shoulders. He groaned as I lifted him, his body heavy with shock. “Stay awake,” I ordered him again.His eyelids fluttered, but he didn’t respond. I half-carried, half-dragged him out the back exit, avoiding the shattered glass at the front. My car was parked in the alley, engine already running—Alex must have activated the remote start. I shoved Remy into the passenger seat gently, buckling

Remy's POV Callum came back an hour or two later with a few pieces of clothing I could borrow. Then he apologized for not being able to take me home himself but assigned his driver to do so which got me wondering if that was his real self or he had other reasons to be nice to me aside from me being a victim of his situation. Of course he couldn't face me. Not after what we shared. The moment the penthouse elevator doors closed behind me, I let out a breath I didn’t realize I’d been holding. My side ached, a sharp, insistent throb that made every step feel like a fight. The painkillers Callum’s doctor had given me were wearing off, leaving behind a dull, relentless burn. Miguel, Callum’s driver, stood waiting by the car, his expression unreadable. He opened the door without a word, his dark eyes flicking to my bandages before looking away. I didn’t ask how much he knew. I didn’t want to know. “Wh

Remy’s POVI stormed out of Callum's office, huffing. My intention was to confront him about taking my phone. Somehow I ended up being the one interrogated. My hands curled into fists as the elevator doors closed behind me, and I finally let myself breathe.The bastard had actually accused me of working with whoever shot at us.Unbelievable.My side burned like someone had shoved a hot poker through it. Every step I took sent sharp jolts up my spine, but I refused to show it. Especially not here, where Callum’s cameras might catch it.The stitches tugged with every breath, reminding me that I had almost died. I wasn't supposed to be moving around this much, but I couldn't stay in that building a second longer. Not after the way he looked at me.I shoved through the lobby doors, the cold night air slapping me in the face. Good. I needed the sting. Needed something to focus on besides the throbbing in my ribs or the way my h