Semua Bab Owned By The Don : Bab 91 - Bab 98

The decision came swiftly, like every order Jaxon gave when the stakes demanded nothing less than absolute precision.“She leaves tonight,” he said, his tone leaving no room for debate.Natalia sat stiffly on the edge of the chair, her hands white-knuckled in her lap. Her eyes darted toward Raven, then Viktor, then back to Jaxon, as if searching for a reprieve. None came.Jaxon leaned over the desk, his gaze sharp as broken glass. “Your son is the only thing tethering you to this mess. You want him safe? Then you follow my rules. From this moment forward, you don’t breathe without my knowledge. You don’t step outside without my men. You don’t so much as sneeze unless I allow it. Do you understand me?”“Yes,” Natalia whispered, her voice shaking.“Good.” He straightened, turning toward Viktor. “Have the car ready. Two men go with her. They’re not to let her out of their sight until she’s behind those walls.”Viktor gave a curt nod.Raven spoke then, softly but firmly. “Where are you se

The boardroom was silent. Not the polished mahogany chamber where Jaxon conducted business, but the one that belonged to his mother, cold marble floors, crystal chandeliers, walls lined with portraits of ancestors who had built their empire on blood and fear.Raven had expected warmth, maybe a hint of nostalgia in the family estate, but there was none. Everything about the room screamed power, tradition, and the kind of ruthlessness that bled from one generation to the next.She sat beside Jaxon at the long obsidian table, her pulse hammering. The attempt on her life still echoed in her bones; she could feel the phantom crack of glass exploding at her back. Now, seated across from the woman who had ordered her death, Raven’s chest tightened with a new kind of fear, one born not from bullets, but from something colder.Jaxon’s mother entered the room without announcement.Evelyn Morreau was elegance carved into steel. Her gown, dark as midnight, swept the floor like a storm. Diamonds

The silence in the penthouse was deafening. Raven sat curled in the corner of the couch, her knees drawn up against her chest, Jaxon’s phone call with Zane still echoing in her ears. "Tell me, little sin, are you his partner? Or his prisoner?" The words had slithered into her skin and stayed there, coiling tighter with every second that passed.Jaxon had stood frozen for a long moment after the line went dead. Not shouting, not pacing, not breaking into violence the way she half expected, no, he was calm. That dangerous calm she’d seen before, the one that meant the storm inside him was building and would not stop until something, or someone, broke. He poured himself a whiskey with a steady hand, downed it in one swallow, then poured another.“Viktor. Dante. Here. Now.” His voice was a blade, cold and sharp, as he spoke into the secure line.Raven wanted to reach for him, wanted to say something to pull him back from the brink, but she knew the look in his eyes too well. This was Jaxo

The room was quiet, almost oppressively so, except for the rhythmic beeping of monitors and the occasional hiss of oxygen. The sterile scent of antiseptic clung to everything, but it couldn’t mask the iron tang of blood lingering in the air, a reminder of the violence that had come before. Jaxon lay reclined against a heap of crisp white sheets, the once-impenetrable armor of his body now stripped away to vulnerability. Tubes snaked into his arms, his torso wrapped in layers of bandages, yet his presence still radiated dominance. Even in weakness, he was a force to be reckoned with.Raven sat beside him, hands intertwined with his, knuckles white from the tension she refused to release. She hadn’t slept, hadn’t even dared eat. All night, she had watched him, measured his shallow breaths, and felt her own pulse tighten with each labored exhale.“You should sleep,” Jaxon rasped, voice hoarse, the sound barely carrying over the monitors. His eyes, normally sharp and commanding, were bloo