Owned By The Navy Seal Novels & Stories

VALEN I scoffed as I watched Alaric's building from the top of a rock far away. The big imposing building got on my nerves whenever I remembered that it was owned by Alaric and he was in charge. He was too big of a fool to run it. My life's mission would be complete when I see it crumble.

The system scanned the convoy. Then the results appeared. Daniel blinked. “That’s not private military.” Leo whispered slowly, “It’s corporate.” Inside the vault Marcus stepped closer to the monitor. “That’s impossible.” Lena zoomed the logo on one of the trucks. Sebastian’s eyes hardened. Knight Group. Daniel whispered, “Those are your vehicles.” Sebastian looked at the screen again. “Yes.” Marcus looked confused. “That’s my army.” Lena shook her head. “No.” Then she tapped another command. The convoy database opened.

"It wasn't a choice, Elena. Not for us, and not for you. That 'hickey' I gave you... it wasn't a bruise. It was a Mark. A permanent claim." ​I touched my neck, my fingers trembling. "People give hickeys all the time, Alaric. They don't turn into life sentences." ​"We aren't people," Killian barked from the corner. He was pacing like a caged animal. "We’re Lycan royalty. The Blackwood name isn't just a business brand. It’s a crown. My 'gang'? That’s a military front to keep our borders safe. Silas’s companies? They fund the war we’ve been fighting for centuries."

Nicole had plenty of heart medication, but giving it away or letting people get it too easily would raise questions. Asking for something in return made the exchange seem reasonable. Everyone got something they wanted. The ferry soon docked at Platform B, and Dale went ashore with the senior officers to begin their inspection. Finn watched Nicole leave. "She came from the southern military base?" "Yes, sir." Dale nodded. "We've had several groups come in from there, mostly Ark Project personnel aboard submarines. But 2688 is the only privately owned sub." A submarine in private hands was unusual, to say the least. Whoever owned it was no ordinary survivor.

Everyone blinked rapidly. "You little shits," I said around a smile. "What the fuck are you riding bitch on this for?" Hunter ‘Tank' Matthews was a former Navy SEAL. Short cropped light brown hair, a long wiry body, and pale blue eyes, I'd helped recruit him for personal protection for Penn and Willow. He was a master marksman and a deadly weapon in his own right.

"How is going with our greatest rival, the Palermo mafia? I always waiting all the good news from it, I want to destroy them and makes the Salvatore Mafia empire the most stronger in this country." Ezra said to his soldier. Everytime I heard him talk about it, I really feels so bad, I really so worried about Riccardo, but I can't do anything, I hope I can escape from Ezra because he still kidnapped me here, and makes me becomes his wife.

Veronica said, turning to her husband. "I'm good, baby." When Veronica walked out, Nic decided to question this stranger a little further. He couldn't help it. His old lifestyle made him wary of people who came claiming nothing but good intentions. "So...what line of work are you in?" Nic asked, leaning against the wall. "I'm a Commander with the U.S. Navy SEAL program. Used to be an active SEAL myself, before age started creeping up on me. How about you, Nic? What do you do for a living?"

I do not respond to that. Instead, I lean back slightly and change the subject with deliberate calm. “The new security detail. What is the progress on that?” He hesitates for a moment, thrown off by the sudden shift, before answering. “I vetted him myself. He will be with you at all times. You will meet him tomorrow morning. He is former military. An ex-Navy Seal, highly trained, one of the best, according to his previous clients. He only works with high-profile individuals.”

A little souvenir from me to that cheating bastard. ‎ His eyes cracked open instantly, and I backed away, hiding my phone, but he'd already seen me. “Did you just take a picture of me?” He quickly sat up. ‎ “Of us,” I corrected, flashing him the screen before pulling it away lest he snatched it out of my hand. “Don’t worry, it’s flattering.” ‎ His tone sharpened. “Delete it now; that's an invasion of privacy.” ‎ ‎ I arched a brow. “Bossy, aren’t you? Relax. It’s not like I’m going to plaster it on a billboard.” I tucked it into my purse. "Or are you a wanted criminal?" I narrowed my eyes at him.

"Right. I thought so. So what could he possibly know about running a restaurant?,” Aaron shifts in his seat and reaches for his glass, twirling it by the stem, "Well, considering that he owns the Azure Reserve, I'd say a lot actually." I choke on my drink. Aaron quickly reaches for me but I stop him in an effort to compose myself. "I'm fine," I say locking my fingers under my chin, "So you're telling me that both you and Nikolai own two of the most exclusive restaurants in the city?" Again my husband nods like it's no big deal and once again I'm left flabbergasted.