Alle Kapitel von OWNED BY THE GHOST: Kapitel 21 – Kapitel 30

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

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

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

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

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