MAE"I broke my virginity with a dildo." Isis stared at me with her mouth agape, but I just laughed."I didn't think any guy was worth it. I mean, maybe my dildo was not worth it either, but I just hated all the attention from men who just wanted to sleep with me. So, I did it. I broke my virginity with a dildo so no man would ever feel special when I finally decided to start having sex." I shrugged. "Oh my God." She exclaimed and I burst out laughing."Wait, wait. This means you have never had real sex before?" She questioned.I furrowed my brows, "I have." She let out a sigh of relief and I completed my statement, "I have, with my dildo.""Mae!"I burst out laughing again. After that night almost two weeks ago where I had ended up spending twenty minutes grinding and teasing Owen, I returned here confused but happy with the thick wads of cash I had received from Owen.He gave me 29000 dollars, and I was sure he had not known how much it was. He just casually went to a box and kept
MAE"Who's there? Hello?" I called out with a shaky voice, but the noises just got louder. I was about to call out to whoever was there again until the sound became even clearer. I cussed under my breath after figuring out what it was.Moaning.Loud, carefree moaning like whoever it was did not give a fuck about being disturbing this area. Curiousity held me by the throat. I started to move towards the door that the noise was coming from and stopped in front of it, looking around."Might be the man I'm looking for in there. Should I push this open or not?" My hand gripped the handle and I started to turn it, but stopped midway to look around again.Eventually, I took a deep breath, then twisted the handle with my bottom lip caught under my teeth as I tried to keep this as quiet as I could. I finally pushed it open a little and peeked through the little space that was now visible. The person I saw there almost had me dropping my phone again, but instead, I clutched it tighter and con
OWEN"Trevor and Fred want to contest. They showed interest yesterday at the meeting which you did not show up for." Marco relayed to me. I nodded. I had been stuck in traffic, missing such an important meeting. Not much was done or said due to my absence, which was why another meeting was scheduled for today."Which do you think would be best, Marco?" I questioned, sitting upright.He shrugged, "I… well, Trevor is a great choice. Man is efficient, even better than our last candidate. Not only because he is not just an outsider, but part of The Clan, but also because he has been good. He works well and efficient."I nodded again. "He does. Same with Fred, but Fred is mostly careless about sone things that should not he taken for granted. Cannot trust him with my money."Marco chuckled, "Reason why I did not pick him. I mean, he is fiercer and more… intelligent in a way, but that intelligence just helps him cheat people and I know what would happen if you eventually catch him cheating
MAEI avoided Carter a lot after that.He kept trying to corner me from time to time, looked like he was keeping a close watch on me too, and the thing was that I could not tell Isis, as she would also ask why I was roaming around Owen's chambers.Of course, I could easily lie that I was always going there in search of Owen but that would just lead to more questioning and encouragement to keep pushing or something.As if my problems were not enough, Liam was pressuring me. In fact, he wanted us to see face to face tonight because according to him, I was not giving him a concrete reason why I had given up on finding the man who was going to be the key solution to all our problems.And all these while, I thought this man was only useful in finding my mother. Interesting, I thought to myself. I only had to figure out how to get out of here without bumping into the fucking nosiest and horniest bastard of a security guy I had ever encountered.Isis barged into the room, sweating but with a
MAEI walked into the club with more sass in my steps than the usual. The looks these horny men out here gave me added to my already inflated ego, and I strutted towards the stage like a goddess.I could not afford to steal a glance towards the VVIP section yet. The contesting mayor, Trevor was there, yes, but he was there as well and I knew how many times I missed my steps the last time he watched me even if Scar had called my performance perfect.It would look like that, of course. I had been stripping for clubs since I turned 18. They all blabbed about not accepting anyone who was not up to 21, but they accepted me nonetheless, lying to anyone that cared to ask about my age. Anything for the money, right?It was safe to say I was a bit of a professional now with the years of experience I had.I started dancing as soon as I touched the pole. This night, I planned to dance for Trevor here, and probably ask to give him a private dance if he promised not to ask for sex.I still was not
OWENWas she deliberately pissing me off or did she just really want to get down with Trevor?Trevor turned to me, his eyes dark with want as he questioned, "Is it okay with you, boss?"I searched for her reaction, my lips almost curving into a smile when I saw that she looked a bit pissed at the fact that Trevor had to ask for my permission."You have darker tastes that none of the women here can handle. In your words." I reminded him, but he was adamant.He smirked devilishly, "Yes, but I think she can. She looks like a feisty little thing."He looked back at her but the little minx's eyes were on mine, like she wanted to ask me what I meant by 'darker tastes'.With her eyes looking up to me like that and those blood red stained lips parted slightly, I wanted to get her off that floor and order her to be with me instead of him for the night but I managed to stop myself, moving back further against the chair."Can you handle him, Rivera?"Just like that, she was back to having an att
MAE Owen pushed me aside with a force that had me almost tumbling to the ground and he barged into the room I had just come out of. I was still shaking uncontrollably. Trevor did not have dark tastes. He had devilish, animalistic tastes. He let me know that he did not want sex with me. Trevor pushed me to the bed and instead of taking off my clothes to fuck me or foreplay of something.. he took off his belt at once and began to hit me all over, not caring where he hit. He took out his dick as I screamed, rubbing it whilst growling like a dog. I tried to escape him at first but he held me down with both knees on either side of my body and rubbed his dick above my face. Eventually, he threw the belt to the side and wrapped his hand around my throat, suffocating me. I thought I would die. He would stop at times, but only to hit me across the face and call me a whore. He went back to hitting me with the belt after some time. He punched me in the stomach and chest, call
OWEN"You let her live." I looked up at Marco, but turned away, saying nothing. He scoffed."Respectfully, boss… what is up with you lately? You always act quick, always rash with your decisions even if I later find out that it was just for the best. But now… Now, it seems like you are too laid back. I'm sure she already believes you are too weak to handle her—""Leave me to worry about that, then. Marco, actually," I looked up at him, my expression hardened, "from now onwards, never interfere with my decisions again. I chose to keep her alive because Trevor assaulted her and she only reacted out of self defense. She did not deliberately want to kill him. I would have done the same with any other woman with us. Only if I did not know about it would I let it slide. Never been a party to any member raping my women, or assaulting them. You sound like you are just fucking finding out."Marco took a deep breath, then after a short pause and some paging about in front of my office door, he
OWENIs she really doing this? Playing this little game with me like I wouldn’t notice? Keeping my anger in check was harder than I expected. It was practically begging to be unleashed. I tipped back my glass, letting the alcohol burn its way down, then poured another. “You good, boss?” Ashtex asked, eyeing me like I was a ticking bomb. I didn’t answer. Just took another slow sip, there was nothing but silence in the room. My mind was too busy dissecting Mae’s little stunt. A bridesmaid? She even agreed to be a bridesmaid at my wedding? That was next-level audacity. So she was really okay with the idea of me marrying Amelia? And she was serious about this stupid space?And the worst part? She actually expected me to go through with this marriage like it was a real thing. Like I was some desperate man clinging to Amelia for her father’s power. Please. I didn’t need Don Paulo’s protection to handle the Castellanos. Hell, I didn’t need anyone.I am only marrying Amelia because
MAE“Hmmm, congratulations… I guess.” The words scraped against my tongue like sandpaper, leaving a bitter taste in my mouth. I stood still, my body refusing to move, my lips sealed shut after that forced statement. I felt a small pain in my chest, but I swallowed it down. Why did it hurt? This was what I wanted. What I pushed for. So why did it feel like someone had taken a hammer to my ribs? There was no reason to be upset—no reason at all. Amelia’s lips curled into an evil smile. “You call that a congratulations? You sound like you are choking on it. Come on, try again, put some heart into it.” “She is right,” Owen finally spoke, his voice interrupting my thoughts. I almost forgot he could talk. “If you are going to say it, at least make it believable.” My fingers twitched at my sides. Was he enjoying this? Playing some twisted little game with me? I sucked in a slow breath, my nails digging into my palms. Fine. If they wanted a show, I would give them one. "Co
MAEIs this really how I die? Is this how my life ends, cornered and helpless? Marco? Of all people, why him? What kind of ill luck do I have? And how the hell did he know I was here? He must have been watching me. He never trusts me, not even for a second. I bet he has been keeping tabs on me, waiting for me to slip up. That’s how he found me here. This is bad. Really bad. “I asked you a question.” His voice was quiet, too quiet. The kind that sent a chill down my spine. He slipped a hand into his pocket, his eyes on me. “Who were those people, and why did you come all this way to see them?” I forced a breath, trying to regain control“Just someone who came by the boutique,” I said, keeping my voice light. “He was interested in me. Asked me out. I wasn’t interested, but he’s been… persistent.” It wasn’t the best lie, but it was the only one I had. Marco’s expression didn’t change, his eyes still on me. He didn’t believe me. Not one bit. I gulped and prayed he wouldn’t p
MAE“It is not exactly easy doing what you want, but at least I am working on it,” I muttered into my phone, tucked away in a quiet corner I was sure had no CCTV. My eyes flicked back every few seconds, making sure no one was coming. “All you have to do is plant the devices we gave you in his bedroom and office. That shouldn’t be too difficult, should it?” Mike—Joan Castellanos’ assistant replied, his voice as cool and emotionless as ever. I ran a hand through my hair, exhaling . “If I don’t do this carefully, I could get caught. And if I get caught, I am as good as dead.” I paused, letting that sink in before adding, “Right now, I am the only weapon you guys have against Owen. I don’t think you want to lose that.” There was silence on the other end before Mike finally spoke. “Mr. Castellanos wants to see you tonight. We will send you the address.” Then the line went dead. No chance to argue. No room for negotiation. I let out a slow breath, gripping my phone tighter. Bug
MAEThe silence between us was heavy. Owen leaned back against the couch, his sharp gaze locked onto me as I paced the room, my thoughts tangled into knots. I could still feel the weight of their stares—the shock, the unspoken judgment. Ashtex’s words replayed in my head like a haunting echo. ‘When you’re done with her, you should pass her over to me.’I swallowed hard, wrapping my arms around myself. “They don’t like me,” I said finally, breaking the quiet. Owen’s jaw tightened. “They don’t know you.” “They don’t want know me.” I turned to face him, meeting his gaze head-on. “Owen, I saw it in their eyes. They think I make you weak.” His brows drew together, his expression darkening. “I don’t give a damn what they think.” “But you should.” I took a step closer, hesitating before reaching out and touching his hand. His fingers twitched but didn’t pull away. “You’ve fought too hard for your place. You just came back, and they’re already questioning things. If they see you
OWENAre you sure you’re searching right? Because there’s no way he just disappeared into thin air.” I said to Marco, raising an eyebrow as I watched him puff on his cigarette. He didn’t answer, his eyes showing he was in deep thought as the smoke curled around his face.“Funny, isn’t it?” Marco finally spoke, his voice low, almost thoughtful. “Somehow beat five of our men and escaped. I gotta admit, the little fucker’s actually strong, considering we had him beat to a pulp before his escape.”I rubbed my chin, trying to piece together what had just happened. It didn’t add up. But then Marco’s eyes narrowed, and he started staring at me like I was the one hiding something.“What?” I asked, confusion in my voice as I raised an eyebrow, noticing the way he was studying me.He didn’t answer immediately. Another drag of his cigarette. Then, he tossed out the question with a casual shrug. “You pretty sure you didn’t let him go to please your little girlfriend?”I froze. Surprised by his a
OWENMy men were back. They filed into Casa Eleganza like the victors they were, and I could see the easy smiles on their faces, an evidence that they had recovered from those killer drugs, even if not completely, but at least they had done a good enough job.Dave was the first to step in, his sharp blue eyes scanning the room like he was assessing a battlefield. He didn’t look much different, but there was something in the way he held himself—much like he wasn’t carrying as many ghosts as before. Grey entered next, his cigar lodged between his lips, and he was actually smiling, his eyes assessing the ladies in particular.Then there was Ashtex, my best sniper, the man who had held my empire together while I was gone. He smirked when he saw me, like he knew exactly what kind of chaos was about to unfold now that we were back. “The clan is back,” Ashtex said, his voice edged with something between excitement and nostalgia. “The top made men—the deadly three. Even your best sniper is
OWENI don’t know where Mae suddenly found this confidence, but I wasn’t about to complain. Without breaking our kiss, I guided her backward toward the bed, flipping her over with ease so she lay beneath me.She trembled beneath my touch, her breath hitching, her body pliant but still radiating the tiniest hint of resistance. I almost smirked. I hadn’t even started yet.Her wide eyes searched mine, hesitation flickering in their depths, but it was layered with something else. Need. Desire.“You’re shaking, kitten,” I murmured, dragging my fingers down her arm, leaving goosebumps in my wake. “Scared?”Mae swallowed hard. “No.”Liar.I reached for the clasp of her bra, undoing it with deliberate slowness. The second the fabric fell away, exposing her to my hungry gaze, she let out the softest gasp. My lips found her nipple, circling it with my tongue before sucking gently. Her back arched, a whimper escaping her lips as my fingers rolled and teased her other peak. She was already unrave
MAEI gripped the table, my fingers digging into the wood as Owen picked up the pace. His good hand held me firmly, pulling me closer with every deep, punishing thrust. My breath hitched—caught between pleasure and something else, something darker, something dangerous.“Owen…” I gasped, barely able to get the words out. He filled me so completely, so overwhelmingly, I couldn’t think beyond the sensation of him stretching me open, claiming me in ways that made my heart race.The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed through the room, the raw, primal rhythm making everything feel chaotic, out of control.Owen groaned, his grip tightening on my hips. “You feel so fucking good, Mae,” he muttered, voice rough, desperate.God, I felt the same.I tried to steady myself, but there was no slowing down. He drove into me with relentless force, each thrust sending shivers down my spine. My body burned with need, but beneath the heat, beneath the pleasure, there was something else—something I