All Chapters of Owned by biker enemy: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Rafe didn’t sleep.He couldn’t.He lay on the mattress in the furnished room Marcus had assigned to him. His pulse had ceased from the hard and violet spike it had the moment he left Dante’s office, but the tension was still there, it was now a low and slow unwelcomed heat… still simmering beneath his skin.He sat up, running a hand over his short hair and letting out a loud hiss. Everything about Dante Moretti already felt like a threat to his mission, and a threat to the life he was fighting to maintain. An FBI asset is not supposed to feel this kind of heat he’s feeling for the target. They’re only allowed and trained to calculate and control.He reached under the mattress. He pulled out the burner phone, he had tucked into his longsleeve when he got here, The burner phone was designed to be untraceable“Rafe,” Camila’s voice boomed from the other end.“I’m in,” Rafe murmured, keeping his voice low, “I’m the club’s new bookkeeper. Direct access to Marcus, and apparently, direct

The next day started rough with Rafe when he couldn’t sleep through out the night with Dante’s thought clouding his mind. He knew he hasn’t fully recovered his professional shell in this place and in this world, And yet he had fucked things up last night.He made a silent vow never to let that happen again.As stepped into the main floor, he immediately felt the shift. And as usual, the men ignored him which was fine. No one had tried to speak to him since he got here.Soon he found Marcus in the back office alone.“Good morning Marcus.” He greeted.He got no response.“The Boss needs these ledgers verified and cross-checked with the Moretti Family’s secondary accounts,” Marcus grunted, shoving a stack of heavy binders onto the conference table. “And you’ll do it here and now.”Marcus didn't leave his side for even a second, He settled into a chair by the wall, arms crossed over his chest, and his eyes fixed fully on Rafe.Rafe worked fast and desperately, running through the numbers

The air in the clubhouse always smelt like sweat, and anxiety, a scent that had planted itself in Rafe Santos' head after two years of hard strategic training. He was seated alone trying to set up some things when Marcus came. The Vice President of the Devils was in his late-thirties but he looked so cold, with eyes that always assessed Rafe like he was a balance sheet or something."Hey boy?” Marcus called, slightly in a mocking tone but his voice sharp."Yes sir." Rafe replied respectfully letting his voice carry the precise, calculated arrogance required for his cover. His gaze was firm at him, fearless and controlled, just what he needed.Marcus’s lips curled softly as he stared, but a flicker of something passed through his eyes and Rafe caught it immediately."The Boss needs these ledgers verified and cross-checked with the Moretti Family’s secondary accounts," Marcus stated, shoving a stack of heavy binders onto the conference table. "And you’ll do it here and now."Doing it h

The money wasn't disappearing into offshore accounts and this was the fun part. Rather, It was being mlved quietly, efficiently to new identities, safe houses, escape routes for Victims, people the system had failed, including top FBI agents and thus was why everything was now confusing.These were names he recognized, how come he found them here, or was some foul play going on or something?However, he knew this was the moment that could either make him or change and right there the mission shifted.Rafe stared at the open ledger. His breath hagged and forced from his lungs. The truth behind the club... that the club protects the innocent, and maybe forced by top ranking government officials to do the evil deeds they did…this whole thing was just confusing and shattered his morals, the ones he had built over the years. It only made his mission a moral impossibility, and he knew there would definitely be problems with this new discovery. He had to be sure, he had to really understand

Rafe was still standing near the desk when Dante slowly placed the phone back in its cradle, his gaze never leaving Rafe’s face and the silence that filled the office started pressing against Rafe’s nerves until he had to swallow just to steady himself.For a moment neither of them spoke.Then Dante leaned back slightly in his chair and lifted one hand, curling two fingers in a quiet gesture.“Come here,” Dante said calmly.Rafe hesitated for a second before he started walking toward him, his steps slow because the tension in the room had shifted into something heavy and strange that made his chest feel tight.He had barely taken three steps when Dante suddenly spoke again.“No,” Dante said softly.Rafe stopped.Dante tilted his head slightly while watching him.“Go back,” Dante said.Rafe blinked.“Back where,” he asked quietly.“To where you were standing.”Rafe slowly stepped backward until he reached the same spot again near the door.Dante watched him the whole time.Then Dante s