Owned By The Navy Seal Novelas e Histórias

Which was tough for someone with my range of abilities. As a former decorated Navy Seal, I was trained in Special Ops, foreign language training, SEAL tactical communications, Sniper, Military Freefall Parachuting, Jump Master, Explosive Breacher, and a few other things that I’m not allowed to share with the public. I also have extensive knowledge of weapons. I can shoot pretty much any gun in existence, wield a deadly knife, and swing a sword like a gladiator. Even when I was blinded, I continued to hone my craft. I also carried around a concealed sword inside my cane. I got the idea from an old British spy movie I saw as a child. However, my best assets are my new eyes.

"At your service." --- Two hours and four martinis later, Silvio's tongue had loosened enough to damn him. "... and my boss says to me, Silvio, only you can handle this!" He slammed his glass down. "The Eclipse, that is what we are calling this shipment, it’s bigger than anything you've ever seen!" I twirled my straw trying to act seductive, "Sounds dangerous." "For small men, maybe." His chest puffed, "But when you're connected like I am, the Police look the other way, and customs officers become friends." He leaned close enough that I could smell the anchovies on his breath.

No explanation, no small talk. With shaking hands, I close the door and stare at the envelope. The Grayson Corporation logo is written in silver on the top right corner. My breath catches in my throat. I sink onto my worn-out sofa, fingers tracing the edges of the file. Slowly, I open the envelope. The letter reads: Ms. Ashley Thompson, We are offering you a contract marriage with one of the Grayson brothers. This is a life-changing opportunity. We will provide financial security, a home, and a future. In exchange, we require your agreement to marry one of our sons.

It would have been too late, and the only person left to blame would have been myself. “Frank it is,” he said. Of course, why not Frank? I asked myself. A former Navy SEAL who could find just about anybody anywhere and bring them back. He also had quite a lot of people on his team—part of the Coast Guard search and rescue, the U.S. Marine search and rescue—all of them having served various tours in various places. Stone-cold and hard men who had seen battle and were battle-tested. It was them I trusted with my wife, not the police.

"What else do we need to know? How do we make this happen and get out of here?" Aspen took a deep breath and once again Lumen could see her mentally packing away her hurt, the trauma, the turbulent emotions until she was cool and collected. She passed her clipboard to Max and gestured at the sheet of check boxes. "It's a system," she said. "The skills, hobbies and interest form?" Lumen peered over his shoulder. Aspen eyed Max. "Were you a cop or something?" "SEAL." "That's like, the army, right?" Max's lips quirked. "Navy, but yeah."

Swarm beasts surge immediate—carapace clicking silent, mouths yawning wide, eyes like broken stars. Navy SEALs drop in seconds later—black ops choppers cloaked, fast-roping down, rifles spitting void-piercing rounds. Marines storm from subway entrances—armored columns pushing up, heavy weapons glowing with integrated runes. USSF classified black ops melt from shadows—stealth suits shimmering, plasma blades igniting blue. **SEAL Captain (comms, calm):** “Storm Queen, grid locked. Black ops on flanks. Lances hot—waiting your mark.”

I lowered my gaze as I couldn't withstand it anymore. “Remember, I'm not giving you any choices, Isabella! I bought you with my money, so I own you!” He chimed in, shutting me a menacing glare. With that, he took some steps closer to me and seized my upper arm, holding me just in place. A smirk played across the corners of his lips. “I own this body! I fucking own every inch of this body!” He whispered in a husky tone, his gentle breath fanning against my face.

My bones still vibrated in outrage. “Mr. Kolby?” I turned the bearded, tall, fit, military-looking man into a buzz haircut. “Yeah?” “I’m from Osmium.” Couldn’t be more obvious than that? “Jacques Lynx sent me. I’m your temporary bodyguard while Wave and Quinton are handling the security breach. I’m Julien Memphis, sir.” He offered his hand for a handshake while he carried a small bag. “What do they call you?” I gripped his hand.

Chapter 3: Good Girl: "That's insane," she said, but her voice came out breathless. "Is it? You're already owned, just not by someone who values you properly. The Athletic Commission owns your ability to fight. The underground leagues own your earning potential. The system owns your future." Adrian reached out and touched her cheek, his fingers warm against her skin. "At least if you belong to me, you'll be treasured."

"She will be the happiest bride in the world, but not yours!" After saying that, Elvis turned to look at me. "Miranda, so you like the estates by Lake Cosmos? I happen to own one there too. If you want, we can go stay there tomorrow. No one will bother us!" Caesar snarled through gritted teeth. "Elvis, shut up!" I looked at him and shook my head. "It's too late, Caesar. Some things can't be undone. I've already given my heart to someone else."