All Chapters of Owned By The Don : Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

The warehouse felt colder once Zane stepped back in front of the enclosure, the harsh overhead bulbs flickering against the rust-eaten beams. The air carried the metallic tang of old chains, old secrets, old sins. Raven stood stiffly, one arm wrapped protectively around Natalia while keeping her eyes locked on Zane. He didn’t touch her. He hadn’t touched her since the van. But he circled the space with the unmistakable posture of a man curating a stage for himself.He moved with a slow, measured calm that set the guards on higher alert.“Get them water,” Raven said sharply to the nearest guard.The man glanced at Zane for orders. Zane didn’t look back, didn’t stop pacing, just flicked his fingers. The smallest gesture, but it held.Two bottles were passed through the bars. Natalia grabbed them quickly, handing one to the boys huddled behind her. Raven watched the boys drink in desperate gulps, her jaw tightening at the sight of bruises on their wrists. Old rope burns. Not new, but not

The gunshot outside shattered the night, echoing through the steel ribs of the warehouse like a drumbeat of war. Shouts followed, chaotic and frenzied. Zane’s men froze, some breaking formation, the illusion of control splintering into panic.Jaxon stepped closer to Raven, letting his presence shield her. Every muscle was taut, every breath deliberate. Raven’s chest caught in the pressure of it, her body responding to the heat radiating from him even as the chaos swirled around them. He was claiming her, not just as his woman, but as territory, as a force that no one would touch.Zane’s eyes darted between them, his calm, calculated cruelty cracking. He had orchestrated fear, pain, and obedience for years, yet here, in this instant, the storm he had feared had arrived.“You think you can just waltz in and...” Zane began, voice harsh, teeth bared, but his words faltered under the weight of Jaxon’s gaze.Jaxon didn’t speak. He didn’t need to. His hands flexed around the cold metal of hi

The warehouse door slammed behind them, sealing Zane’s last echo inside.The night smelled like cold metal and gunpowder, and Raven pressed a hand to her stomach as the SUV idled. Her body wasn’t trembling from fear, she was past fear, but the adrenaline had carved her thin.Jean stepped out first, leaning lightly on his cane, though he really didn't need it, he kept it just for balance. His eyes slid between Jaxon and Raven, reading the exhaustion, the trauma, the rawness that clung to both of them like smoke.“Tonight,” Jean said quietly, “I’ll stay at a motel. You two need space after all this.” He gestured vaguely toward the warehouse as if it were a graveyard. "I've organized with Matteo to get the cleanup crew in."Jaxon’s jaw tightened, but his eyes softened with something close to gratitude. “Thank you, papa,” he said, voice low, genuine.Jean touched Raven’s shoulder lightly. “You did well, child.” Then he walked toward Dante's car, shoulders stooped from age and violence.Vi

Jaxon’s fist clenched around the phone. The message glowed on the screen, black as the space between stars. Tick‑tock. She won’t survive what comes next. His jaw flexed, a tight, controlled tremor running through him. Every part of him wanted to throw the device across the room, to scream until the walls cracked, but he didn’t. He never lost control. Not ever.He exhaled, long and low, and let his fingers scroll through his secure channels. The Shadow Operation, was coming online. Every wire he touched, every call he made, every ghost of a name buried in ledgers across Europe, it would all converge on Evelyn Morreau, and the end would be absolute.Il Sarto answered first. No greetings, no explanations. Just a confirmation code that Jaxon had memorized decades ago, one passed down from his grandfather.“Il Sarto,” Jaxon’s voice dropped to a growl, “I need her erased. Financially. Every asset gone by dawn. I want her untouchable by law, untouchable by men. Every account, shell company,

The penthouse was silent in a way Raven wasn’t used to. Not the heavy, charged silence of danger, but something calmer, something finally breathing after holding itself tense for too long.Night stretched over the city below, the lights glittering like scattered glass. Raven sat curled on the wide velvet sofa, a blanket over her legs, her fingers nervously twisting the hem. Jean sat across from her, leaning back in Jaxon’s leather armchair like he belonged there.“He’ll be home soon,” Jean said quietly.Raven nodded, though her stomach remained in knots.Jean lifted a brow. “You’re worried.”“I’m… I’m not sure what I’m feeling,” she admitted.The truth was simple and terrifying: she knew Jaxon left to end it. Not just a conversation, not a warning, end it. Evelyn was the last piece of a poisoned legacy, and tonight, Jaxon had stripped that piece away.Jean exhaled slowly, rubbing his hands together. “My son is many things. Ruthless, controlled, efficient, but I know he will never come