All Chapters of Owned By The Irish Mafia Boss : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

AaronThis was a terrible idea.I stare up at the ceiling my heart thumping loudly in my chest as I count down from thirty for the third time.What was I thinking?I should have just taken the couch like she asked me to but no, instead I agreed to subject myself to two nights of suffering and torture simply because I didn't want to stay on the freaking sofa.God, I'm stupid.So fucking stupid.Exhaling slowly, I glance over at Ellie's sleeping figure only inches away from me. She's been asleep for a while now and she'd fallen into the solemn embrace the moment her head hit the pillows. She's been walking around with some type of weight since the moment I brought her to the mansion. She'd tried to hide it, mostly by pretending that she was okay, but I'd known her before I'd killed her uncle, and the difference was clear.At least to me.Dark waves of hair fall across her pillow in thick waves, her chest lifting and falling softly in time with the gentle rhythm of her snores.My finger

Elle"So what do you want to do next?" Ava asks as the soft trickle of water from the fountain fills the silence around us. The air smells faintly of lavender and eucalyptus, which is supposed to calm the nerves, according to the brochure Ava handed me earlier.When she came by this morning, intercepting whatever moment there was between Aaron and me, I'd pushed him off me with a strength I didn't know I possessed and practically ran to the door.It's been hours since then, and in that time, Ava and I have had breakfast, gone for a walk in the gardens, all while she discussed vehemently about prospective wedding venues and dates. We even had a meditation session with some of the other guests and I found out yoga was unfortunately not as easy as it looks.We're currently at the spa, enjoying the kind of silence that is supposed to be rejuvenating but has only managed to make my thoughts grow louder with each relaxing second that ticked by."I'm not really sure" I admit, rolling my shou

Aaron"I need help," Elle says, turning around and pointing to the unzipped back of her dress. My gaze trails down the exposed skin of her back. She's only inches away and if I wanted to, I could reach out and touch her. Line my fingers up her exposed spine and trace the dimples on her lower back. I swallow a groan at the thought.I've been like this all day.Images of what it would feel like to finally taste her had sprouted in my mind throughout the day, making sure to grow the more I tried to push them down.When Elle and Ava came back from the spa earlier, my sister had shot me with an apprehensive look before heading back to her room. I didn't understand why and Elle hadn't been kinder either. She only spared me a brief greeting and glance before heading off to the balcony to read a book she bought from the store.Was I offended by this?Maybe.I wish I could say I didn't spend my afternoon watching her, peeking at her like some sort of creep. Or that I didn't notice the way her

Elle"You're a lot better at this than I imagined," Aaron says mildly amused as he glides us through the sea of gowns and tuxedos, his hand firmly planted on my waist."You thought I was a terrible dancer didn't you?" I arch a brow at him letting a small teasing smile twist my lips.He shrugs "It might've crossed my mind maybe once or twice."I roll my eyes and he chuckles, the sound sending another wave of butterflies fluttering in my stomach."Believe it or not, when I was younger, being a stripper wasn't on my list of prospective career choices.""Could've fooled me." he lowers his head, "I've seen the way you move"A blush stains my cheeks as I shove at his chest lightly, "Behave." I warn but he only smiles and pulls me in closer.Dancing and talking with him feels so natural that I almost forgot we were reading a script.At first, I didn't know what to make of his sudden request to dance, but once he pulled me onto the dance floor, it was easy to fall into step with him. The musi

Elle"Aaron?" I gasp.My fake fiancé stands merely inches away from me, his hand around the throat of a man I don't recognise, practically choking him as blood dribbles down the side of his mouth.What the hell happened here?I wasn't even gone that long.But apparently, going to the ladies' room for a couple of minutes meant that my fake fiancé had the opportunity to pick a fight.The two men stay rooted in place, neither of them attempting to move other than the slight heave of their chests."Aaron" I say his name again, this time taking a hesitant step forward. "Let him go."The firmness in my tone surprises me.He hesitates, and for a moment, I could swear I see a flicker of a smile ghost across the strange man’s bloodied lips—but that can’t be right. With the way his mouth is torn and bleeding, I doubt smiling is painless.Aaron shoves the man away, and he staggers backwards. He grips his cane tightly once he's regained his balance. He rolls his shoulders back, straightening, com