All Chapters of Owned by biker enemy: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Rafe, you are not going anywhere until you tell me what happened to you,” Dante said sharply, his hands holding Rafe’s shoulders firmly, his voice low but edged with tension that made Rafe feel cornered even though he was still slumped half against Dante’s chest and half on the bed, the room spinning slightly from the alcohol he had taken earlier and from the residual headache that throbbed behind his eyes.“I-I’m fine,” Rafe slurred, trying to push Dante’s hands off gently, but Dante did not budge. “I-I got this, it’s nothing, really, just a little mess, I-I swear I can handle it,” he mumbled, words trailing because he was still tipsy and aware of Dante’s piercing stare that seemed to see right through him, through the lies and half-truths he was trying to offer.“Nothing?” Dante repeated, tilting his head, his eyes narrowing. “You think these bruises came out of nowhere, Rafe? Tell me the truth. I have all day to wait, so you might as well start talking before I get impatient.”Rafe

I’ll eat later,” Rafe said quietly through the half open door when the woman came again, her voice gentle but insistent, telling him dinner was ready and getting cold.“You should not skip meals, sir,” she replied, sounding almost worried, “especially after today.”“I just need a minute,” Rafe said, forcing a small smile she could not see, “I’ll come down soon.”He locked the door after she left, sliding down against it with a long breath that felt like it came from somewhere too deep in his chest, his stomach aching with hunger but his head louder than his body, replaying Dante’s face in the hallway, the way his eyes had looked at him, the way Rafe’s own body had betrayed him again. He stayed there longer than he planned, pacing, sitting, standing again, until the hunger made him lightheaded and the silence felt heavier than any confrontation.By the time he finally made it downstairs, his hands were slightly shaky and his resolve felt thin. The dining room was quiet, long table alre

Rafe had been imagining the encounter with Dante. It was all in his head and was laughable“Boss,” Rafe said quietly, stopping at the door to Dante’s office, trying to keep his voice calm and measured although his chest was tight and his hands felt clammy, “I have a problem with my ID card.”Dante, sitting behind his desk with Marcus across from him, did not look up immediately, and Rafe’s stomach twisted. He shifted from foot to foot, wishing he had never let this happen, wishing he had remembered to grab the card the previous night when he left Dante’s mansion.“Rafe,” Dante’s voice finally came, smooth, low, and deliberate, “what problem exactly are we talking about?”Rafe swallowed, “It’s just that the barcode on my card, I need to scan it to get into the ledgers I was working on and, well, I left it at your house, and now I can’t…” His voice trailed, embarrassed. He could feel his face heating and tried not to imagine what Dante was thinking, tried not to think about how stupid h

“Think fast,” Rafe whispered to himself, crouched on the bed with the files spread over his thighs, his hands moving quicker now because the sound of Dante’s voice from outside the door was still ringing in his ears and panic had settled into his bones, “just look, remember, and put everything back before you do something you cannot explain.”He flipped through the documents again, scanning the pages, his eyes darting from dates to names to photographs, his lips moving as he muttered fragments under his breath, numbers, places, anything that might stick.“This one,” he said softly, tapping a photograph with his finger, “and this one too, remember this corner, remember the background, do not stare.”His hand paused when he reached the bulky brown envelope tucked beneath the rest, thicker than the others and sealed shut, and he swallowed hard, glancing toward the door even though he knew better than to move away now.“You do not have time for this,” he told himself, voice tight, “you re

“Yes, Sir,” Rafe said as he stood from his desk and forced his legs to move even though every part of him wanted to turn around and walk out of the building, his face carefully blank as he crossed the floor toward Dante’s office.Dante looked up from behind his desk when Rafe entered, composed as always, sharp suit, calm eyes, everything exactly where it should be, and that alone made something ugly twist in Rafe’s chest because now every detail felt rehearsed instead of natural.“Close the door,” Dante said evenly, his tone professional, controlled, the same tone he used with everyone else.Rafe did as told and stood where he was, hands clasped behind his back like he was supposed to, his jaw tight as he kept his gaze fixed slightly to the side instead of straight ahead.Dante studied him for a moment before speaking again and when he did, his voice was almost casual as he asked, “Did you find your ID card.”Rafe did not answer immediately, he simply reached into his pocket and pulle