All Chapters of Owned By The Irish Mafia Boss : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Elle.According to my best friends, the morning after a one-night stand is usually when the awkwardness sets in.It doesn't matter that you’ve both seen each other naked or you’ve both put your mouths in places you maybe shouldn’t have, you’ll still want your privacy in the morning to get dressed. Not to mention that the guy you brought home might not look as attractive as he did when the alcohol was buzzing in your system and the club lights were dim.In simple terms, the morning after a one-night stand is usually a shit show.Which is why I pretend to be asleep even though I know I can feel my husband’s lips glide down my back in a path of kisses.A giggle slips out from when his breath tickles my lower back but I press my lips to stop it from leaving fully.He chuckles and continues his assault until my breathing is no longer calm and I’m pressing more than just my lips together.“I know you’re awake, angel” His deep voice murmurs gruffly against my skin.Shit.I slowly pry my eyes

Elle“What?” Kira pops out an earbud from her ear before slowly drifting her attention towards me as if noticing my presence for the very first time even though I’ve been sitting down here for more than five minutes“I asked if you’d like to come to the park with us later.”She weighs my words for a moment before casually throwing in a shrug and popping her earbuds back in. Today is supposed to be the last day we have with the kids and while the twins absolutely adore me, Kira…does not.I’ve tried everything to bind with her the way I have with the twins but so far, my attempts have only been met with disinterest or plain old contempt.To be honest, it felt like the harder I tried the more she was uninterested and I’d even gone as far as to Google conversation starters for a twelve-year-old as an adult but even that ended up being a bust.Sighing when I notice that she’s once again gone back to ignoring me, I stand and head over to the one place I’m sure the people in there won’t hat

Elle“Are you okay?”Aaron asks as he lazily drags the rough pads of his fingertips up and down the slope of my shoulder as we lie cuddled together in bed.Ava and Nikolai came to get the kids shortly after we came back from the park and after what turned out to be a surprisingly emotional farewell, it’s just us again. We’ve been like this for the past hour. Talking about literally anything that comes to mind and kissing mid-way through it.I don’t know what’s more frustrating, the fact that he won’t do anything beyond kissing or the fact that I actually don’t mind it because at the end of the day kissing him is also amazing.“Y-Yeah?” I say but it doesn’t sound all that convincing.I haven’t told him what happened between my mother and me yet, but I have a feeling he can sense that something is bothering me.His fingers move to cradle my cheek, lightly brushing a loose strand of hair behind my ear. “Angel, you know you can tell me anything right?”“Why, because we fucked?” I try to

Aaron.*Five years ago*“He went this way,” one of my pursuers shouts, barking the order for the others to follow. Fortunately for me, they do.Fucking hell.My uncle says something over the earpiece but I can hardly make out the words through the immense throbbing at my side. I clamp my hand over the stab wound at my side, forcing myself to ignore the warm blood slipping between my fingers.Damnit. I’ve been stabbed before, but the memory of a blade piercing through my skin and tissues doesn’t live up to the reality of this. This pain slowly consumes me, like I’m close to the brink of death.I was fairly certain the blade had punctured something important, but since I wasn’t particularly good at biology, I couldn’t guess exactly what had been hit.Not only was being stabbed rare these days, but it also required me to be stupid enough to let someone get close enough to do the damage, which apparently I was. When I found out the Italians had intercepted our shipments I should’ve know

Elle.I believe in taking my mind off the bad when things get worse.It’s a coping mechanism I developed somewhere between childhood and now, born out of simple necessity and the refusal to let dread swallow me whole.I don't always succeed at it but at least I try.It’s been over a week since Neil escaped, and a lot has changed.Aaron is on edge, well, more on edge than usual, which is saying something. He’s barely home, and when he is, he isn’t really here. It's like he's far away, tending to phone calls, following clues and even though I get why, it doesn't mean I like it.He stays out late almost every night, tracking down leads on Neil and Ivy, and each time he comes back empty-handed the silence between us gets a little heavier. It’s almost like they’ve disappeared off the face of the planet, which would be a comfort if I didn’t know any better.People like them don’t just disappear simply because you want them to. They wait. Which is a lot more worrisome.“Something on your min