All Chapters of Owned By The Don: Dark Mafia Romance : Chapter 1 - Chapter 9

*POV: Aliyah* I got to my apartment in Queens at 11:47 PM. Rosie was at the kitchen table, textbooks open, highlighter in hand. Nursing school. She took one look at me and stood up. “What happened to you?” I looked down. My jeans were black to the knee. My hands were brown with dried blood. “There was a guy,” I said. My voice didn’t sound like mine. “In the alley. Stabbed.” Rosie was already moving. She’s an RN. She doesn’t panic. She assesses. She took my hands, turned them over, checked for cuts. “This isn’t yours.” “No.” “Did you call 911?” “Yes.” “Did he make it?” “I don’t know.” She got me to the sink. Turned on the hot water. It hit my hands and ran pink. Then red. Then clear. It took a long time to run clear. “You’re shaking,” she said. “I’m cold.” She wrapped a towel around my shoulders. “Aliyah. Talk to me. Was it… was it Justin?” Justin. Rosie’s uncle. Who told Rebecca he was my cousin when people asked. Who’d been leaving $100 tips at Brew and calling me A

*POV: Aliyah* I didn’t go to St. Michael’s. Not at 4:07 PM. Not at 5:00 PM. I sat in the apartment until 6:43 PM and told myself I wasn’t going. Rosie was still on shift. The place was empty. The receipt from the bursar’s office was on the table. $259,843.00. PAID IN FULL. It hadn’t moved. I hadn’t touched it. At 6:44 PM I was on the F train. Don’t ask me why. I don’t have a good answer. Mrs. Chen said gifts like this have strings. Justin said I was already his. The text said _Alone_. And I went anyway. Because when a man pays your tuition without asking and knows which side of the bed you sleep on, you want to see his face when he says it. St. Michael’s smelled like bleach and coffee and that metallic thing hospitals have. The same smell from last night, except last night it was on his blood. Tonight it was just the building. The front desk nurse didn’t stop me. She looked up, looked at my face, and went back to her chart. Like she’d been told to expect me. Room 901 was

*POV: Aliyah Rhodes* Footsteps. Heavy. More than one set. Coming down the hall toward 901. Rosie heard them. Her whole body went rigid. She looked at the open door, then at Dominic, then at me. “Antonio,” Dominic said. His voice cut through the room. No scrape, no weakness. Command. “Lock it down.”Antonio was already moving. He filled the doorway. Not a guard anymore. A wall. He didn’t draw a weapon. He didn’t have to. The way he stood said no one was getting past him without bleeding for it. Two men in black suits rounded the corner. Not cops. Not doctors. Same cut as Antonio’s suit, but cheaper. They stopped when they saw him. “Private room,” Antonio said. “No visitors.”“Directive 9.2,” the taller one said. “Threat termination. Step aside.”“No,” Dominic said. He was still holding my phone. His knuckles were white around it. The blood on his T-shirt had spread. “Rescind the order.”“Orders come from the chair,” the man said. “You’re not in the chair yet.”“Three days,” Domin

The red lights hummed. No change. No flicker. Just that low, constant bleed across the ceiling.Rosie paced. Three steps to the window. Three steps back. The glass was reinforced. She knew it. She checked anyway."He's not calling," she said. "It's been an hour.""Fifty-three minutes," Antonio said. He hadn't looked at his watch. He didn't need to.Dominic sat on the edge of the bed. Shirt off. Fresh tape across his ribs. His face was still pale, but his hands weren't shaking. "He'll call.""Because you threatened to kill him," Rosie said. "Great plan. Make the guy with the codes more scared of you than Leo. That worked so well for Dad.""Dad wasn't going to take the chair," Dominic said. Quiet. "I am."The phone on the wall rang.We all froze.One ring. Two.Dominic stood. Too fast. He grabbed the bedrail. Steadied himself. Walked to the wall. Picked up the receiver."Yes," he said.We couldn't hear Justin. Only Dominic's side."No," Dominic said. "You come here. The building's seale