Novelas y relatos de Owned By The Navy Seal

His eyes swept the entryway in a habit that three years of peace hadn't erased. A young man in a dark, tailored coat stepped through the door, shaking the fresh snow off his boots. He couldn't have been older than twenty-two, but he carried himself with the stiff, military precision of someone trained in the lower tiers of the old Battalion infrastructure. In his left hand, he held a sealed leather document tube, stamped with a silver wax emblem that made my pulse do a familiar, dangerous leap. It wasn't a Vesper seal. It was the mark of the Newark Maritime Trust—the public board we had set up to oversee the shipping terminals.

“There has to be something we can do. We’re not just going to let Dad go to jail for something he didn’t do—” “He’s already been sentenced.” The words landed like a door slamming shut. “What?” “He’s already been sentenced, Celine. There’s no one who can fight the Morettis. The accounts are blocked, the lawyers are backing out—” “That’s impossible.” I shook my head, stepping back. “Dad always had protections. Investors. Partners. We have lawyers who handle—” “Had.” Her voice was flat. Final. “Everything’s been seized. The government froze the accounts this morning. Salvatore gave them documents, transactions, and recordings. He’s been building this case for months.”

Just a blacked-out Range Rover waiting, keys on the dash. Silas drove. Aiden navigated using the geofenced ping one of Silas’s trackers had locked onto an hour earlier: a gated villa on the eastern shore, owned by a trust whose name matched the Cayman entity. They parked half a mile out, approached on foot through scrub and sea grape. The villa was modern, low-slung, glass walls facing the ocean. No visible security. Too quiet. Silas signaled Aiden to flank right. They moved in sync—years of shared ops, shared bed, shared survival distilled into silent steps.

My beginnings had made damn sure that hearth and home were never to be in the works for me. I felt the old familiar taste of bitterness threaten to manifest itself and battled it back. Fuck if I was taking that trip today, fuck that. At least my brothers weren't cursed with the same shit and were busy making strides to turn our little haven into their own fucking village. Place was going to be crawling with babies in the next year at the rate these fucks were going. Babies and women, and the big bad SEALs I had fought and bled with were putty in their hands.

He explained. "However, my father believes that that strength comes at a price. There have been a couple of times since the war between Arcadia and Dawn almost destroyed us, and that price was the lives of our soldiers." He finished. The older prince frowned. "How does your family do business?" He questioned in curiosity. The King sighed lightly. "My father and I own a company called 'Royal Security'." He informed the younger prince. "It mainly deals in weapons and security. We also handle some of the security at the border between Arcadia and Dawn." He informed the younger prince.

Si leaned over and whispered, "She works out every day. She could probably take you in two out of three falls." Max raised an eyebrow. But Si had already turned away from him, facing everyone seated there. "I don't have to tell the rest of you why we're here or what's going on, but before we go any further, let me introduce you to Max DiSalvo, Commander, United States Navy SEALs, Retired. Max." He turned. "Meet the teamKevin Markham, George Lorenzan and, yes, your newly minted wife, Regan Shaw."

What on earth did he do for a living, anyway? "Are you a merman or something?" she teased. "Or something." He grinned, his teeth white in the moonlight. "I'm a Navy SEAL. The two-legged kind," he added, just in case she was dumb enough to think he was actually an animal. "This is like swimming in the backyard pool for me. I've been in places you wouldn't even want to know about."

"N-Nandito po ang mga Trimarco, Maam Kelsey! Inutusan po ako ni Señora para puntahan kayo rito at sabihang mag-ayos." "Trimarco? Who are they?" "Hala, Maam! Hindi mo ba sila kilala? Sila po ang pinakamakapangyarihang tao rito sa Palanan! Sila ang may-ari ng halos lahat ng barko dito!" "And how my family got involved with them?" Kunot-noo kong tanong. Trimarco? As in the one Tito Raymond named the man who saved me? Ano nga ba ulit pangalan no'n?

Aria replied peacefully, "Old friend. Or old threat, depending on the day. He's called Azim. Killian brought him along for support." Killian turned around when he spotted her, beckoning her over. "Elena, Azim," he said. "Ex-arms merchant. Present-day mercenary with a conscience." Azim grinned, offering his hand. "The infamous Elena. I've heard stories." "Only the bad ones, I hope." "All the juicy ones." Killian went straight to the point. "We require a ghost team. Silent entries. No civilian blowback." Azim nodded. "I can offer you four men. Top quality. But it will cost you."

She folded her hands in her lap and peered into the mirrors. "Seriously?" Chad chuckled. "There's no way we're pulling out." "I'm dead serious, Chad." Vara turned her head and stared at him. He met her gaze at the next light and that smug smile dimmed. "There is a Navy SEAL hiding at my house with Jules Neilson. Some rescue op went sideways." "Impossible." "Doesn't change the fact that they are in my house." "If there was a rescue op happening we'd have heard about it."