Semua Bab Owned By The Don : Bab 41 - Bab 50

Raven sat frozen, the folder trembling in her lap like it was laced with poison. Her fingers hovered over the pages, afraid to turn them. Afraid not to. Her brother’s name stared back at her in neat, clinical type, Gabriel Knight.Her breath came in shallow drags as she flipped through the contents. A police report. A toxicology breakdown. But it wasn’t heroin they found in Gabriel’s system, it was an untraceable synthetic. Manufactured in black labs. Only used by cartels and traffickers to sedate high-value assets.He had been tagged abd tracked. There were notes scribbled in the margins, shipment codes, names of couriers, offshore drop points and one name kept appearing like a bloodstain that wouldn’t lift: Dante Belluci.Her stomach turned. Gabriel hadn’t stumbled into drugs. He had been pulled into this world, likely investigating something far darker than she ever knew and they had silenced him for it.She stumbled to her feet, folder clutched tight to her chest, heart ricochetin

Raven didn’t wait for an apology that would never come. By the time the sun began to rise over the sea like spilled fire, she was already dressed, already moving. There was nothing left in the silence. No tenderness, no explanation. Just that ache in her chest that told her she was losing something she hadn’t even realized she wanted to keep, but it didn’t matter because Zane was still out there and Talia was still missing.The deeper she went, the clearer it became, there were no lines anymore, only shadows and monsters wearing masks that looked like men.She kept her head low as she crossed the dim hallway beneath Club Eden. The back corridors smelled like disinfectant and lust, the two things the club was best at hiding.Dante hadn’t seen her yet. That was good. She didn’t want to lie to him again. Didn’t want to fake the mask of the eager submissive when all she really wanted was answers. Answers that Jaxon wouldn’t give her.She hated the way he’d gone cold. Hated the way he pret

The sunrise over the city didn’t bring warmth, only the illusion of it. Raven stood at the penthouse window, wrapped in a robe she didn’t remember putting on. Jaxon had tried to get her to sleep, but she couldn’t, not after the dock or the Sierra incident and definitely not after Zane’s voice echoing in her skull, cruel and mocking: "You should’ve chosen me.”She clenched her bandaged hands at her sides, the ache a reminder that she was still here. Still fighting. Behind her, the elevator chimed.Jaxon entered, dressed in black slacks and a half-buttoned shirt, collar skewed like he hadn’t slept either. His hair was mussed, stubble thick on his jaw. There was no mask today. No tailored composure. Just a man who’d come within inches of losing her.“Raven,” he said softly, but she didn’t turn.“I didn’t send Sierra away fast enough,” she murmured. “If I’d hesitated less, if I’d moved sooner...”“You saved her,” Jaxon interrupted, crossing to her. “Don’t twist that into failure.”Her ey

Raven’s pulse slammed against her ribs like a warning drum. Every instinct screamed to run, but her legs felt rooted in the cold tile floor. The stolen USB and ledger pressed heavy in her pocket, the weight of secrets that could shatter worlds. She swallowed hard, every breath shallow.Before she could think twice, the office door shut behind her with a soft click.Dante stepped forward, the smirk playing on his lips like a predator savoring his prey. “Thought you could slip away unnoticed? Zane’s eyes never blink. Neither do mine.”Her throat tightened, but she forced a calm she didn’t feel. “You don’t scare me.”“Maybe not yet,” he said, and his smile darkened. “But that’s about to change.”A distant chime shattered the tension, the elevator’s bell ringing sharply, urgent. The sound echoed down the corridor, sharp as a gunshot in the quiet. Raven’s heart surged with a flicker of hope, and then Jaxon appeared.He stepped into the doorway like a storm incarnate, his presence filling t

The city’s early morning hum was a distant murmur behind the thick glass of the penthouse windows, where the first pale light spilled unevenly across the room. Raven sat on the edge of the bed, knees drawn close, hands clenched tight against trembling legs. The ache inside her wasn’t just exhaustion, it was the heavy weight of betrayal, fear, and a raw, gnawing guilt that no amount of control could hide.She breathed shallowly, as if every inhale might shatter the fragile calm she was trying to hold. Her mind replayed the violent confrontation with Dante, the cold betrayal in his eyes, the way Jaxon had come to her rescue like a storm unleashed. She was still trembling, but it wasn’t just the aftershocks of that night. It was something deeper, a fracture in her soul she wasn’t sure would ever heal.Jaxon watched her from the doorway. His usual mask of cold command was softened, shadows under his eyes telling their own story of sleepless nights and battles fought not just outside, but