All Chapters of OWNED BY THE GHOST: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

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The Price

Chapter 21: The PriceScott’s POVMy ass burned with every step as I walked into my apartment, the marks from Elliot’s hands and the suspension rig still fresh on my skin. I could still feel him inside me, thick, relentless, breeding me deep while he whispered “mine” like he meant it for once. My body ached in the best and worst ways. Then my phone rang. An unknown number. I answered without thinking.“Hey man,” Raymond’s rough voice came through the phone. “I hear you suck dick real good. Word travels fast in this city you know. Especially if you have the right circle.”My stomach dropped. I felt humiliated. It felt like he called to mock me. So I fired back. “What the fuck, Raymond?”He laughed, low and nasty. “C’mon, I’m just trying to help you raise some money to pay what you owe. All you need is to go see this guy tonight. Treat him real nice, do what he likes, and that’s it. Don’t worry about your cut, I’ll get paid and deduct it straight from your debt. Easy money, kid.”I g

Silent Protection

Elliot’s POVThe bank alert came in exactly at 2:17 AM.Debit: $15,000 – Anonymous Art Acquisition.I stared at the screen lying on the couch at my villa. Imagining the painting already hanging in my private collection room. I had always wanted that painting. The one Scott had poured his soul into after our first night. The one that captured the exact moment I’d choked him and bred him raw against that hotel wall.I wanted to keep it in my playhouse and have him stare at it while I fucked him from behind but that would be after I figured out how to tell him I own his painting now. I should have felt nothing. Just another transaction to ease my conscience. But standing there in the silence, fingers tracing my messy hair. I just told myself to see it as charity. But hell no. It wasn’t any charity bullshit. He’s drowning in debt because of his mother’s cancer treatment. And I simply helped because I liked him even though I hate to admit it. I was protecting him without ever saying the

Hidden Truth

Scott’s POVMy phone rang while I was still limping from the last client Raymond had sent me to. The soreness between my legs was a constant reminder of how disgusting I felt taking a cock from someone I didn't know or like. I answered with shaking hands, already knowing who it was.“Raymond,” I said, voice rough. “Please… not tonight. I told you, I’m still sore from the last one. I can barely walk straight.”He chuckled, that sleazy sound that made my skin crawl. “C’mon, kid. This should be an easy job. This guy pays well. One night and I knock another two grand off what you owe.”I begged. “Please, man. I’m exhausted. I have a real job now. Just give me time. I’m trying.”There was a long pause. Then, surprisingly, he sighed. “Fine. Because you begged so nicely. Take the night off. But don’t get too comfortable. I’m an impatient man.”The line went dead. I collapsed onto my couch. I hated how grateful I felt for one night of peace.As I was resting. I stared at the pile of debt noti

Mine

Elliot’s POVI was walking past the break area when I heard Scott’s voice, low and tired, talking to Jayden near the coffee station. “Raymond called again. He wanted to force me to see another client last night. I begged him to let me be, I’m still sore as fuck from the last one but he wouldn’t take no for an answer. Said it’d knock two grand off what I owe. I hate myself at this point, man.”My blood turned to fire.Another man touched him. He allowed another cock inside him. While I was right here.That possessive spirit that controls me descended. I didn’t think things through. I stormed over, grabbed Scott by the arm, and dragged him toward my office. My employees stared at us . I didn’t care.“Mr. Travis, what the hell?” Scott hissed, but he didn’t pull away.I pushed the office door behind us, locked it, and shoved him toward the desk. “You let another man touch what’s mine?”Scott’s eyes flashed with defiance even as his cheeks burned with shame. “I had no choice..”I cut him o

Actions Speak

Scott’s POVThe bank alert dropped on my phone like a slap across my face while I was still in the break room, nursing cold coffee and trying not to wince every time I shifted on the chair. And there it was, another $5,000 deposit. Anonymous again. Same as the last one.My hands shook as I stared at the screen. Twenty grand in total now, one from “anonymous art purchase.” No name. And another one, just a credit alert with no description. Two clean transfers straight into my accounts, knocking chunks off my loans. The timing was too perfect. Too convenient. It had to be him.I stormed toward the executive floor before I could talk myself out of it. Elliot’s office door was open. He looked up from his desk, the second he saw my face.“You,” I said, stepping inside and closing the door behind me. “The money. Twenty thousand dollars in total. Both from an anonymous person. It’s you, isn’t it?”Elliot leaned back in his chair. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”“Bullshit.” I walked

Stay With Me

Elliot’s POVThose words didn’t want to leave my head.I was walking past the break area when I overheard Jayden’s voice, casual and concerned: “At least you got paid.” Scott’s quiet reply: “I didn’t have much choice.”That was all. But it was enough to get me pissed. Apparently Scott was on a call with his friend Jayden and the call was on a loud speaker.My mind filled in the blanks instantly. Another client. Another man touching what was mine. Scott on his knees or bent over, letting some stranger use him because of money. Here I was secretly paying off his debt like a coward, whilst he was sleeping with different men to make money.Jealousy and fear twisted together into something unexplainable. I hated how much I cared. Hated that the thought of him with someone else made me want to burn the world down.I left the office early, drove straight to his small apartment building, and knocked hard on his door. Thankfully I always have my employees details on my computer so it was easy

The Price Of Hope

Scott’s POVThe lawyer cornered me in the lobby like a hunter who’d finally tracked his prey. I wanted to head out after another long day of pretending everything was normal when he stepped right in front of me, while I was talking with Elliot.“Mr. McAllen. I’ve been trying to reach you for weeks. This is about your inheritance from a distant relative on your mother’s side. It’s substantial enough to change your life. We need to talk immediately.”My heart slammed against my ribs. I laughed, bitterly. “Another scam? Nice try. I’ve seen enough fake hope emails to last a lifetime.”He looked genuinely frustrated, shoving a thick folder toward me. “This is real. Call the number on the card. Verify it yourself.”I snatched the folder but didn’t open it. “Leave me alone.”He walked away, muttering under his breath. I shoved the folder into my bag and headed for the elevators, pulse racing. Part of me wanted to believe it. The other part knew better than to trust miracles when Raymond was

Shadows and Secrets

Elliot’s POVMy blood pressure went up the moment Raymond stepped out of the shadows outside the building.The loan shark was leaning against a black car, with his cigarette glowing, eyes locked on Scott like a predator. Scott looked exhausted, shoulders slumped, the marks I’d left on his neck still faintly visible under his collar. My blood boiled. No one threatened what was mine. No one.I stayed back in the lobby shadows, with my phone already in hand. I made a quick call to a discreet contact, a man who owed me favors from the old family days to handle Raymond. “Scare him off. Make sure he doesn’t threaten Scott McAllen. Do it now.”The order was out before I could second-guess the risk. I still have a mafia blood in me and when it’s necessary I bring that part of me. It’s a shame I can’t protect Scott publicly or admit that I care. I watched from the glass doors as two large men appeared within minutes. They cornered Raymond, as Scott left and gave him enough beating. Raymond’s

Golden Dick

Scott’s POVI was waiting outside the cheap, sketchy motel Raymond had texted me, feeling really nervous, over the $15,000 anonymous transfer that I was about to send to him even though I wasn’t sure of my decision.My body was still sore from Elliot’s rough fuck the night before, but the fear of Raymond’s threats hurt worse. I couldn’t keep doing this, selling pieces of myself to stay afloat.Raymond was waiting in the parking lot, leaning against his car with that nasty smirk. I handed him the cashier’s check without a word.“Here. Fifteen grand. We’re done for now. Leave me the fuck alone.”He took it, eyes widening, then laughed low and dirty. “Damn, kid. Which golden dick did you suck to get this kind of money so fast? Your salary at that fancy art place sure as hell ain’t covering it this quick.”He always thought low of me especially after I met up with his client. “Just take the money and fuck off, Raymond.”He pocketed the check, still chuckling. “Relax. Your debt record’s lo

He Charmed My Dad

Elliot’s POVMy father’s voice on the phone was cold as it had always been with no emotions. “I’m attending the exhibition planning meeting tomorrow, Elliot. As the largest investor, I expect to be impressed. Bring your best people. Including that new curator… Scott McAllen.”The line went dead before I could answer. I stared at the phone, chest tight. My father was coming here and I can’t say no to him. I hated seeing him anywhere around him, I had developed phobia for him while growing up but unfortunately his money helped me achieve my dreams and he is my biggest investor and I can’t deny that. But why did specifically asked of Scott. The same Scott who was currently driving me crazy with his boldness, his sleeping around, and the way he looked at me like I was worth saving.I couldn’t breathe. I locked my office door, sank into my chair, and let the memories crash over me. Scott’s painted body arching under me. His broken moans when I bred him deep. The way he’d said “Sir, pleas

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