Owned By The Navy Seal Novels & Stories

This won’t happen again. I had my driver pick her and her friends up. I covered the bill and called my private security team. Some ex-military guys who opened their own firm. I went to private school with one of the owners before he dropped out and went into the military. Became a navy seal and after getting out they started their own company. I use them from time to time. Right now, I have them on their way to the office.

Bastian looked up. A middle-aged man with closely cropped silver hair and a long scar slashed across one eye took the seat opposite him. The man was known as Viper. He wasn't an ordinary inmate. He controlled the prison's black market and every major smuggling route behind the walls. "You look like a man who's ready to kill somebody," Viper said casually as he scooped up a spoonful of food without even looking at Bastian. "I'm not in the mood to deal with anybody," Bastian said coldly.

“You should have kept better watch over your pretty new wife. She’s with us now. Consider this Blackwood’s way of reminding you that everything you touch eventually breaks.” The line went dead. Rage and ice-cold fear slammed into me at once. I had pushed too hard, kept too many secrets, and now Sienna was paying for it. I grabbed my keys, already dialing my security team. Twenty-eight days left. And I might have just lost her on day one of the real fight. ---

He gestured to two of his men who quickly and silently disabled the lock. Slowly, the door creaked open just enough for them to slip inside. Inside, the warehouse was massive. Stacks of crates everywhere, creating labyrinths of shadow. And in the center, under bright floodlights, was a group of men. Zara’s breath hitched. There were about fifteen of them, all armed, all wearing the same dark insignia on their chests—a black hole swallowing a star. The Void. And standing in the middle of them… Zara’s heart stopped.