All Chapters of Owned by biker enemy: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

The light came on with a soft click and Rafe blinked hard, his eyes stinging as the room shifted from shadows into something real again, and when his vision finally settled he saw Dante standing by the door, one hand lifted slightly, keys dangling loosely between his fingers like he had been waiting for this exact moment.Dante did not say anything.He let the keys fall.They hit the desk with a sharp sound that made Rafe’s shoulders tense before he could stop himself.Rafe looked at the keys and then back at Dante.“That is it,” Dante said calmly, “you can leave.”Rafe did not move.He stared at the keys for a long moment, then shook his head slowly.“You know I am not going anywhere,” Rafe said quietly.Dante watched him, his expression unreadable.“Pick them up,” Dante said, “or do not.”Rafe opened his mouth to respond, then stopped.Something dark on Dante’s shirt caught his eye.It was near the collar, partly dried, unmistakable once he noticed it.Before he could think better o

Rafe learned quickly that Dante did not waste time once he decided something mattered, because the messages started the very next morning and they did not stop, quiet instructions passed to him in low voices, notes folded carefully and pressed into his palm, addresses spoken once and never repeated, names mentioned without context like he was expected to already understand their weight.“You will deliver this,” Dante told him, sliding a small envelope across the desk, “and you will not read it.”Rafe nodded.“And if I am stopped,” Rafe asked.“You will not be,” Dante replied, “because I already made sure you are seen.”Rafe swallowed.“That does not make me invisible,” he said.Dante looked up at him.“No,” he said calmly, “it makes you protected.”Rafe was not sure how much comfort he was supposed to take from that.By the end of the week, his phone stayed silent in one specific way that made his stomach twist, because he had blocked every number he knew belonged to his superiors, bl

Rafe used the call as an excuse to step away from Dante’s office, nodding once as if the ringing phone had suddenly become urgent business, and Dante barely looked at him as he waved him off, already distracted by whatever had pulled his attention away. Rafe did not wait for a second invitation. He picked up the package Dante had placed on the edge of the desk earlier, slid it under his arm, and left, his heart beating too loudly for his liking as the door closed behind him.The hallway felt longer than usual, quieter than usual, and Rafe kept his head down, reminding himself of Dante’s voice from the previous day, steady and firm, laying out instructions one after the other like rules that could not be bent without consequences.“No taxis,” Dante had said, leaning against his desk, eyes fixed on Rafe like he was imprinting the words into him. “You book a taxi and you make it easy, and easy gets people killed.”Rafe remembered nodding then, even though his stomach had twisted, and now

I should leave,” Rafe whispered to himself, barely moving his lips as he stood frozen in the hallway.He said it again under his breath, softer this time, like repeating it might turn it into action, but his feet did not listen and his hands stayed limp at his sides while his eyes burned and his chest felt too tight to breathe properly.“This is none of my business,” he muttered, forcing one step backward, then another, until his shoulder brushed the wall and he felt ridiculous for sneaking around like this in a place he worked.He took a breath, steadied himself, then curiosity crept back in like a bad habit he could never kick, whispering that one look would not kill him, that he deserved to know what he was reacting to, that maybe he was overreacting and needed proof.“Just one look,” he told himself, already hating how desperate he sounded.He moved closer to Dante’s office, slow and quiet, every sense sharp and buzzing, and when he reached the door, he leaned just enough to see i

Why are you answering like that,” Rafe said into the phone, his words loose and uneven, as if they were tripping over each other before they left his mouth.Dante slowed his steps immediately, the noise of the street fading into the background as he focused on the sound of Rafe’s voice, something about it wrong enough to make his spine go stiff.“Where are you,” Dante asked, keeping his tone even even though his hand tightened around the phone.Rafe laughed softly, not amused, just tired. “You always ask questions like that, like you are my keeper or something.”“Rafe,” Dante said, firmer now, “have you been drinking.”There was a pause, a long one, and then Rafe sighed like the question itself was exhausting. “Why do you care, are you still with her.”“With who,” Dante asked.“Your girlfriend,” Rafe said, bitterness creeping in, clumsy and unfiltered. “The woman from earlier, the one moaning all over your office like she owns you.”Dante stopped walking completely. “I do not have a g