Owned By The Navy Seal Novels & Stories

Hell, I'm still intimidated. "Are they all former SEALs?" I ask once the man is out of sight and my worry over one Marine fitting into a team of SEALs increases. I never realized the difference between military branches until Huxley explained them the other night. It was a big long drawn out thing, where the Marines are their own branch of the military, but technically they are under the Navy because the Navy represents them at some proverbial table. I don't really understand it all, but I told him I did. It took so long to explain my mind wandered in the first thirty seconds, but I didn't want him to think I was stupid or not interested. Thankfully he didn't ask me follow-up questions and I

"Con keep it together; the girls are safe as long as they stay inside, you know that. We have to figure out what the fuck we're dealing with and do it fast, though, because they're not gonna wanna stay cooped up for long." I know Gabriella and her wedding shit is gonna be a problem, but I couldn't worry about that now. "He's army, no marine would refer to anyone as a seadog, and the air force is full of elitist dicks who wouldn't know what to do with this shit. If they were navy, the Commander would've sniffed it out, so I'm going with army."

Only permission to survive the weight of it. The next morning, the car was already waiting outside the front hall—it was sleek, black, bulletproof, and the engine purred low like a resting beast. Zane slowly descended down the stairs, wrapped in a tailored coat that had been ordered for him weeks ago. It wasn’t a gift, It was a uniform. He met Andrei standing beside the car, speaking briefly with Mikhail. His posture was effortless, hands gloved in leather, expression unreadable. He didn’t look at Zane as he approached.

“You told me you’re in a business where people disappear. That you have enemies. That those men last night weren’t just issuing warnings—they were giving you a deadline.” Silence stretched between us. Then, he exhaled heavily and sat up, running a hand through his tousled hair. “It’s more than that.” I pushed myself up on one elbow, watching him. “Then tell me.” He turned his gaze to me, something unreadable in his expression. “I don’t just deal in money, Ava. I deal in power. Control. And that control is being threatened.” My stomach twisted. “By who?” He hesitated before answering. “Ethan Cross.”

It was then that I remembered what the internet said when I decided to check him up. BRYCE GILBERT BILLIONAIRE. OWNER OF THE BIGGEST CONGLOMERATE IN THE COUNTRY, ROURMED TO BE THE LEADER OF THE POWERFUL GILBERT MAFIA GANG. It’s been said that the Gilberts was a mafia family lineage, known to be the most powerful mafia gang. The government couldn’t arrest them because they were part of the government too. Hence their, prolonged existence. My line of thought was suddenly interrupted when I heard shouts.

‘I’m just waiting for confirmation. Just then the phone rang. It was for James. ‘Did you get the information about Sealings Shipping Line?’ asked James as he momentarily put his call on hold ‘Yes.’ He threw a glance at Carrie, ‘It was owned by Petros. We’re checking it out.’ ‘Petros! Oh thank God.’ Carrie sank back on the chair as all eyes turned to her. ‘Carrie?’ questioned Alexis with a frown. She looked like a guilty child caught stealing sweets. Should she tell them? A shudder ran the full length of her body, but she had to tell them, so with a sigh she began. ‘Petros had a large amoimt

“…Okay, and?” The look Naomi gave her could curdle milk. “You seriously don’t get it?” she whispered, leaning in and lowering her voice as if the walls themselves might snitch. “Not just any billionaire. Anthony Jeffery owns more than half the companies in this city. Real estate, tech, media, security firms—everything. People don’t cross him. They don’t even breathe wrong around him.” Anna’s throat worked. “Why?”

“What kind of help is it?” “A pack exists,” I said cautiously. “Under Del Morino's leadership. You must have heard of him. They are in possession of the Seal of the Moon, a valuable item. It is with Del's mate Layla. I wish to have that seal.” I said watching him pull out a rotting hand and began to chew on it like it was a special kind of delicacy. “You are going to join their pack. Assume the role of a wounded warrior. Obtain their confidence. And please get the seal for me.” His eyes squinted.

“We lean into it.” Soren laughed sharply. “Lean into it? Are you insane? I’m the captain of the Grizzlies. I can’t be seen as…” “As what?” JR cut in, crowding him against the dresser. “As human? As someone who wants to get fucked by the man who’s owned his head for three years?” His hand came up, fingers tracing the fresh hickey on Soren’s collarbone. “Maybe it’s time they knew their perfect captain has a weakness. And that weakness is me.”

“What is it?” “The land ownership records.” Ronan opened the file. His eyes scanned the contents. Then understanding dawned on him. “The land was transferred.” “Yes.” Mr. Kelvin nodded. “Not to an individual.” Ronan continued reading. “It was registered under the company.” “Exactly.” “Meaning nobody could sell it.” “Yes.” “Only the rightful CEO.” Mr. Kelvin smiled. “Now you're understanding.” Ronan slowly lowered the document. “Mr. Whitmore was never the successor.”