Alle Kapitel von OWNED BY THE ENEMY, His Dark Claim: Kapitel 181 – Kapitel 190

Marco’s POV The Alessandro I knew would have stayed quiet. He would have observed. Calculated. Let suspicion hang in the air until it broke someone on its own. But tonight— He defended her. Immediately. Without hesitation. I didn’t expect that. Maybe I don’t know my brother anymore. Or maybe things really have changed. Alessandro has something now. Something to protect. A wife. A child. A life outside of pure strategy. Now I understand why La Camorra questioned him. Why whispers began about him going soft. Because the Alessandro sitting at this table— Would have defended Amara even in front of all of them. Even if it cost him. But it didn’t stop there. Amara turned the attention. Smoothly. Dangerously. She mentioned the truck. The drinks meant for Rebecca’s wedding. And she looked directly at Victor. Victor reacted before anyone said his name. That was his mistake. Every gaze shifted to him. For a moment, I thought that would be enough. That it would

Alessandro’s POV I don’t even know how to feel about tonight. It started well. Just Lorenzo and Rebecca at first. Calm. Predictable. The kind of dinner that reminds you that family can still sit at one table without blood being drawn. Maybe it should have stayed that way. But Marco showed up. He should have known better. Not because he isn’t welcome. But because timing matters. And lately, he and I don’t exist in neutral spaces. Still, Marco wasn’t the real problem. Victor was. Every word he spoke felt deliberate. Measured. Like a man dropping stones into still water just to watch the ripples. When he said Amara had gone to see Marco that morning, my mind worked faster than my emotions. I didn’t ask her. I didn’t hesitate. I simply said I told her to go. I lied. Because the worst thing you can do at a table like that is show doubt. Especially about your wife. The truth? I had no idea she went to see him. She told me she drove around the city to clear her head.

Victor’s POV I know why Marco did it. He proposed to Laura to save Amara. Not out of love. Not out of sudden devotion. But strategy. He needed a distraction big enough to pull attention away from her. And what’s louder than an engagement? He didn’t even have a ring. And then—like a rehearsed performance—Laura produced one from her purse. As if she’d been carrying it her entire life waiting for that exact moment. Poor Laura. She has no idea she just became a piece on a board she doesn’t even see. A pawn between Marco and Amara. But Marco should be careful. Because he won’t be the only one using her. If Laura is a piece— Then I can move her too. And not against strangers. Against him. Against the woman he’s so desperate to protect. Marco barely finished his dramatic gesture when Damian appeared and whispered something to Alessandro. Alessandro stood immediately. Too quickly. Like a man grateful for interruption. Like he had been suffocating all evening. Intere

Victor’s POV The morning sun met me at Laura’s apartment. I had been calling Marco since dawn, but he refused to answer. That alone was enough to tell me something was wrong. Marco might ignore many things, but he rarely ignores my calls. So I decided to see him myself. Laura opened the door, clearly surprised to see me standing there so early. “Victor?” she said, confusion written all over her face. We exchanged brief greetings before I shared the reason for my visit with her. “I came to see Marco.” Her expression softened slightly, almost proud. “Of course,” she said. “He’s in the bedroom.” She turned and walked ahead of me down the hallway, guiding me toward his room. When we reached the door, she stopped. Then, instead of knocking, she turned back and began walking away. “Laura,” I called. She paused and turned to face me. “I didn’t get the chance to say it last night,” I said calmly. “Congratulations on your engagement.” Her smile widened. “Tha

Alessandro’s POV I don’t think I have time to think about everything that happened at the dinner last night. Or maybe— I simply chose not to. Sometimes focusing on the wrong things creates problems that didn’t exist before. And after years of living the life I live, I’ve learned that not every silence needs to be broken. This morning I woke up earlier than usual. Not because I couldn’t sleep. But because I had already decided where I wanted to go today. To see the Godfather. It wasn’t a meeting day for La Camorra. There was no emergency. No gathering of the capos. I just felt like seeing the man who, in my opinion, still held the real power. Even if others liked to pretend otherwise. The house was still quiet when I got up. By the time I finished dressing, breakfast still wasn’t ready, so Damian and I stayed downstairs to talk while we waited. Nothing important. Just small things. Work. Movements in the city. People we needed to keep an eye on.