Todos os capítulos de Chains of velvet obsession: Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

Chapter one “Father’s Blood, Stranger’s Body” Jett Luciano’s POV “Twenty-two million dollars should be sent before midnight, Reyes.” My dad said, leaning back in his chair while holding a cigarette. “Thirty-five percent of every net shipment. No exceptions, Reyes. That is the deal and it is not changing.” Reyes forced a smile and tapped his pen twice on the table. “Marcus, you are squeezing the life out of me here. I bring the Miami routes and the port people. Twenty-eight percent. That is fair. Come on, man, we’ve done business long enough.” “The price is thirty-five, and it is not changing,” I stepped in, leaning over the table to look Reyes right in the eyes. “The money hits the account tonight or the whole deal dies.” “You have a lot of mouth for a boy, Jett,” Reyes growled, his face hardening as he stood up from his chair. I interrupted him. “Do not waste more time. We both know this is worth it. Wire the twenty-two or walk. Simple.” He stared at my dad and gave him a forc

Chapter Three Jett Luciano pov Two hours later I was thirty thousand feet in the air. The flight attendant brought a bottle of whiskey, even without me asking for it yet, leaned across me to set it down. Her buttons were open showing smooth skin and the top of her full tits. I let my eyes linger. "We have a problem." My business partner sat across from me. His facial expressions was dead serious. "Talk." "Someone took the container. The cocaine is gone.” I stared at him with fury, "How the fuck..." before I could finish with my words, the second flight attendant passed again. I stared at her through the glass in front of me. She bent down, dressing my bed space. Adjusted her skirt a little bit up. Long legs. skirt rode higher. I could see the lace edge of her panties that already parted her pussy. I drank the last whiskey in my glass and lowered the glass. I licked my lower lip. “Handle it when we land. I don't want any excuses Right now I need some air.” I stood up and p

Chapter five Jett pov The jet landed just after midnight. I didn’t wait for the stairs. The second the door cracked open I was already moving, cigarette between my lips, phone pressed to my ear. “Talk.” Grego’s voice came through rough. “You got a minute or you still busy with the stewardesses?” “I’m done. Speak.” “The container’s gone. Full load. Whoever hit it knew the exact route and the exact window. No amateur shit. This was planned.” I exhaled smoke through my nose and climbed into the waiting black car. The door shut hard behind me. “I already know about the fucking container. Tell me something I don’t.” “Warehouse cameras gave us something. One of the shooters had a tattoo on his neck. Old numbers crew. Used to run for your father years back. Name’s Carlo Vito.” “Send me everything on him. Full record. Known associates. Last known addresses. Bank activity. I want it before the sun comes up.” “Already pulling it. There’s a problem though.” “What.” “Vito’s dead. Fo

Chapter seven Jett pov I watched her glare at me in silence. “A month ago my father was shot during a deal that went bad,” I said. “I took a bullet too. Should have died. Nurses told me a woman off the street saved my life before the ambulance even got there.” I kept my eyes on hers. “I knew it was you the second I saw you again. I told myself if I ever found you, you’d end up mine.” She stood so fast the room seemed to sway around her. “You’re insane. Nobody owns me. You don’t get to kidnap someone and call it fate.” I didn’t get angry. I just watched her. “I know that. That’s why I’m not forcing anything.” “You drugged me and locked me in a house. That’s not exactly *not* forcing something.” “You’ll come to me because you want to. Not because I made you.” “I have a life. A boyfriend—” I pulled the folded photo from my pocket and tossed it onto the table between us. Derek. The garden. The woman. Pants down. Mid-thrust. “This?” I said quietly. “This is what you call a boy

Chapter nine Jett pov Morning came with the smell of food filling the entire east wing. Laura wandered downstairs wearing nothing but one of my shirts… short enough that the soft curve of her ass peeked out with every step… and a pair of thin pants that clung to her hips. She slid into the chair across from me. Her nipples were already hard, pressing clearly against the fabric. “You expecting company?” she asked, looking at the spread of eggs, fruit, bread, and pancakes. “Eat.” I didn’t look up from the tablet. “I’m not that hungry.” “Eat.” I set the tablet down and let my eyes travel over her slowly. The way the shirt stretched across her full breasts. The tight peaks of her nipples. I licked my lower lip before I could stop myself. “Or I’ll feed it to you mouth to mouth.” She leaned forward on the table, voice low and challenging. “I would love to see you try.” I stood, unhurried, and walked around until I was right behind her chair. I turned it so she faced me fully. M