All Chapters of Owned by biker enemy: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

In Dante’s office, Rafe was not surprised to find him calm and collected, seated behind his desk with his jacket perfectly aligned on the back of the chair, his sleeves rolled just enough to suggest control rather than comfort, and his face arranged in that neutral expression that made it hard to tell whether he was bored, annoyed, or already ten steps ahead of everyone else in the room.Rafe stood there for a second longer than necessary, his mind flickering back to that night in Dante’s room when control had slipped, just briefly, just enough to remind him that Dante was not made of stone, and his body reacted before he had time to stop it, heat curling low in his stomach until he clenched his jaw and forced himself to breathe evenly.Dante noticed everything, Rafe knew that much now, so he kept his face blank and waited.“You can sit,” Dante said calmly, gesturing to the chair across from him.Rafe hesitated only a second before pulling it out and sitting down, his back straight, h

“Dante it was me,” Rafe said quickly, his voice already defensive as the words rushed out of him before Dante could say anything else, “I did it myself and it was stupid and it is already fine.”Dante did not answer him immediately and that silence was worse than shouting because Rafe saw the flicker in his eyes, that sharp flash that meant Dante did not believe a word of it and was already deciding what to do next.“You burned yourself,” Dante said slowly, “with boiling coffee.”“Yes,” Rafe replied too fast, nodding even though he knew it sounded wrong, “I was distracted and I was careless and it is my fault.”Dante stepped past him without another word, moving toward the door like he already knew where he was going, and Rafe panicked because he understood exactly what that meant.“Wait,” Rafe said, reaching out instinctively, “please do not.”Dante did not stop.Rafe grabbed the first aid box tighter, his injured hand slipping on the smooth plastic, and the box dropped to the floor

“Dante,” Rafe shouted again, his voice already breaking as he kicked off his shoes without thinking, his body moving before his head could catch up, and then he was in the water, clothes and all, the cold shocking but barely registering because all he could see was Dante’s still form.He grabbed Dante’s shoulder hard. “Dante wake up please wake up.”Dante’s eyes opened.For a split second, they just stared at each other, Rafe breathing hard, water dripping down his face, his hands still locked around Dante like he was afraid he would disappear again.“What are you doing,” Dante asked slowly, blinking water from his lashes, confusion written all over his face.Rafe froze, realization crashing into him all at once. “You,” he started, then stopped, then tried again, “you were face down I thought you were not breathing I thought something happened.”Dante blinked once, then twice, his lips curving upward in a faint smile. “I was swimming,” he said, “and resting.”Rafe let go as if burned,

Dante called Anita first, his voice steady as he asked"where are you?"and she responded quickly with coordinates .“Different hotel,” she wrote, “less attention here.”Dante read it once and replied simply, “Good.”A few minutes later, more messages came through, short videos showing crates being opened, weapons arranged with military precision, and shipments being logged without hesitation or chaos.“Clean transfer,” Anita added.Dante watched the footage in silence for a moment before sending back, “Efficient work.”Then he moved on.He unpacked his own luggage with controlled movements, laying out clothes without rushing, his attention already elsewhere, until he reached two tuxedos folded with precision inside garment covers.He opened them both slowly, inspecting them like decisions rather than clothing, his eyes narrowing slightly at one before he reached for his phone.He called Rafe.No answer.He tried again.Still nothing.Dante exhaled through his nose, set one tuxedo asi

Dante stood by the window in casual clothes that somehow still looked like they belonged in a boardroom, and Rafe hated how unfair that was, because nothing about Dante ever looked relaxed even when it was supposed to.“You are early,” Dante said without turning fully.Rafe stepped inside, closing the door behind him more firmly than necessary. “You said nine.”Dante nodded once. “Correct.”Rafe looked around the suite, already scanning for anything unusual, anything useful, anything that confirmed he was still in control of himself.Breakfast arrived shortly after, staff moving quietly, setting trays down between them without eye contact.Rafe sat but did not eat immediately, watching instead.Dante answered two calls in quick succession, voice shifting between languages and tones like it was nothing, and Rafe found himself irritated by how easily he switched roles.“You are not even eating,” Rafe muttered.Dante glanced at him briefly. “Neither are you.”“I am working,” Rafe replied