All Chapters of Owned By The Don : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Laterr that morning, while she was getting out of the shower, Raven heard the sound of Jaxon’s voice, not soft or soothing, but low, clipped, purposeful. He was on the phone, speaking in the language of power, not comfort.“Dubai will confirm by noon. Make sure our end is ready,” he said, pacing the length of the room, shoulders drawn tight. “If they hesitate, remind them of what happened to Salvi’s shipment last spring. No loose ends.”Raven stayed stayed the the bathroom, lingering a little while longer while she listened to the weight in his tone, each word cutting clean. This wasn’t the Jaxon who had held her through the night when she shook with terror. This was the Don. Cold. Precise. Dangerous.By the time she came out he had already hung up and pulled on a tailored black suit. The transformation was complete, the man she loved buried under a layer of armor.“You’re leaving?” her voice cracked more than she intended.He turned. “Meetings.” No kiss. No lingering glance. Just bus

The rain hadn’t stopped for hours. It streamed down the tall windows of the penthouse like a curtain of glass needles, the gray sky outside smudging the city into a blur. Raven stood near the far wall, arms folded tight, watching as Jaxon’s men dragged a bound figure across the floor and shoved him into the chair in the center of the room.The man’s name was Dominic Sabatini. On paper, he was nothing, a low-level earner, one of a hundred faces working under Jaxon Morreau, but two nights ago, intel had surfaced that someone inside Jaxon’s crew had been feeding information to outsiders. Names, routes, payment trails. Jaxon had spent exactly thirty-six hours combing through phone records, shipment logs, and whispered rumors, and this morning he gave the order, "bring me the rat."Now Dominic sat there trembling, wrists zip-tied to the arms of the chair, face pale, wet from the rain and sweat. His eyes darted to Raven as if she were a lifeline. She didn’t move.Jaxon was calm, too calm. H

The room was too quiet and clean for the way Raven felt, like her insides were made of broken glass. The bandages around her ribs itched and burned every time she breathed, a raw reminder of how close things had come.She sat on the edge of the bed, clutching the hem of her silk slip like it was the only thing holding her together. The dim lamplight painted her bruises in shades of blue and violet, ugly flowers blooming along her arms and thighs. Every mark whispered, you were careless, you were weak, you almost cost people their lives.The door opened without a knock. Jaxon moved inside with the silent confidence of a man who never needed to announce himself. His usual tailored perfection was gone, his black shirt was still rumpled from the fight, his knuckles raw. There was no mask tonight, no cold Don, no sharp smile to remind her who held the leash.“Still awake?” His voice was low, almost careful.Raven nodded without looking up. Her hair hung loose over her shoulders, a curtain

The city slept under a haze of sodium streetlights, but Raven lay wide-eyed in Jaxon’s penthouse, staring at the ceiling as though she could read her own future written there. The glass walls threw shifting reflections of the harbor below, black water swallowing the moonlight, cranes standing like skeletal sentinels. Beside her, Jaxon’s breathing was steady, but not peaceful. Even in sleep, he was never unguarded.The phone on the nightstand buzzed once. A vibration, low and snake-like, barely audible over the hum of the heating vents.Raven’s heart leapt into her throat. She slid carefully from the sheets, padding across the room in bare feet. The glow of the screen burned against the dark. Unknown Number.She hesitated. Then answered.“Little sin,” Zane’s voice purred down the line, smooth as glass and twice as dangerous. “You always pick up for me. I knew you would.”Her pulse hammered. “What do you want?”“Straight to business? I’m hurt.” he said with a laugh that was cold and qui

Morning seeped into the suite in slanted gold light, the kind that should have felt warm but didn’t. Jaxon sat at the edge of the bed, bare-chested, scrolling through messages on his phone. His expression was unreadable, that same mask of precision and control he always wore after letting someone see too much of him.Raven stirred beside him, sheets tangled around her hips. Her muscles ached in the best way possible, but her chest… her chest ached worse. The night replayed in pieces, Jaxon submitting to her, the raw confession that he was afraid of losing her, the way his body trembled when he said her name, and now… silence.“Stop staring,” Jaxon murmured without looking up.“I wasn’t,” Raven lied.“Yes, you were.” His tone was soft, but it still landed like an order. He put the phone facedown and finally looked at her. His gaze swept over her bare skin, lingering for a fraction longer than it should have if they were pretending last night hadn’t happened.Raven sat up, pulling the s