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42. HELP ME, DAUGHTER
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The Don’s Indebted Stripper 43. NEED TO SPILL
OWEN"You asked to spare the girl's life. Same girl who wants to help her father bring you down. Here." Marco slammed his phone down on my office table for me to see and I just held his gaze for a couple of minutes before picking up the phone and regarding the screen.I unpaused the video and watched closely as Mae searched around, then took out her phone to make a call. She placed her phone against her ear,"Hello, Liam? Can you find out what's up with my dad? I think he made a deal with the Castellenos." My jaw clenched at the statement but other than that, I showed no other reaction. "He told you? I would have helped but…" She trailed off and then listened to the other person on the phone. Then with a nod he obviously could not see, she carried on, "Dad looked really scared. I want to make sure he is safe. I can't exactly do what dad is asking of me… single handedly take him down, as he is always surrounded with a lot of security, but I can do something else…"She paused and look
Last Updated : 2025-01-12The Don’s Indebted Stripper 44. PICK SIDES
MAE I wasn’t expecting to see dad again so soon, but then there he was outside the building, right where one of the girls had told me he would be. Everyone had already started looking at me suspiciously.I was here to tell him to never come back here again if he valued his life, but then his face lit up as I walked in, and for a second, my anger completely vanished and I smiled back.But that moment of warmth didn’t last. I could see the strain in his eyes, the tension in his shoulders. Dad wasn’t here for a father-daughter chat. “Mae,” he said, his voice low and urgent, “I need your help.” I dropped my bag on the floor and crossed my arms, looking around, satisfied when I saw that the coast was clear. “If it is the same thing like last time… helping you bring down my boss or whatever… it's a no." He stood, pacing a little, rubbing the back of his neck. “I’m in a tight spot. I need some money—just a bit—to cover rent.” I frowned. “Rent? You’re staying somewhere else? Since wh
Last Updated : 2025-01-13The Don’s Indebted Stripper 45. THREE DAYS
MAE"The boss wants to see you." It was the first thing I heard when I walked back into Casa Eleganza.Scar was staring at me with a disappointed expression and I just clocked right away that they had found out about what dad was doing. My heart caught in my throat as I moved towards Owen's office. The guards stared at me quizzically as I walked towards them, and said nothing when I knocked on the door and went in.Owen sat behind his desk with a cigar in hand, wearing just a blank singlet that displayed his sexy tattoos and toned body.He took off the glasses he had been wearing and set his laptop aside. Fuck, he looked so serious, I was not going to escape his wrath at all, from the look of things."Hi." I muttered, my voice shaky. He said nothing, getting up from his seat and walking towards me. I started walking back at once until my back was against the wall. He got in front of me and blew the smoke from the death stick in his hand over my face. I started a coughing fit right a
Last Updated : 2025-01-16The Don’s Indebted Stripper 46. GETTING WHAT HE WANTS
OWENAfter I saved her father's life, Mae had the audacity to start avoiding me, even missing some of her performances so I would not catch her at the club.Did she even realize that I could get her in my room with one single call?I let her play her games, let her avoid me to her heart's content until I was ready for her."She'll be performing tonight at the club?" I questioned, I waited until the club was packed, the lights dimmed, and the crowd rowdy enough to make sure she did not notice me before I needed her to.She stepped onto the stage, her body wrapped in something tight and shimmering, the kind of outfit designed to grab attention. The crowd went wild as the music started, but my eyes were only on her.Her hips moved with precision, her head held high, like she hadn’t spent days hiding from me. Like she hadn’t made a deal that she was trying so hard to forget. I leaned back in my seat, swirling the whiskey in my glass as I watched her. The way she danced was mesmerizing,
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MAEI could still feel the heat of his kiss on my lips, the weight of his words hanging between us. Every nerve in my body was on edge, every ounce of self-control I had left trembling under his touch. Owen stood there, his gaze heavy and unrelenting, daring me to fight him, to resist. But I knew better than to push too far.He was a mafia boss, the man who held my father’s life—and mine—in his hands. Yet, as much as I wanted to hate him, the fire in his eyes and the way his hands claimed me made it impossible to ignore the pull between us. It was wrong, twisted even, but I couldn’t stop myself. He had lifted me onto the vanity like I was something fragile, something that mattered. It threw me off balance because Owen wasn’t gentle. He was cold, calculated, and cruel. He showed that in the way his fingers pounded into me though. But the way he looked at me now felt different, almost like he needed this as much as I did.And God, I needed it so much more than I could ever dare to admi
Last Updated : 2025-01-18The Don’s Indebted Stripper 50. UNTOUCHED?
MAE"Oh shit, that's not… I thought I…" My voice trailed off, as I got even more and more confused. When I looked back up into Owen's eyes, I could not quite place the emotion I saw in there, but it made me look away, my cheeks burning."Why are you a bloody virgin, Mia Cara?" He whispered, sounding pained, to put it lightly."I'm not…" I answered, truthfully. Kind of, though.He gritted his teeth, "You had blood running down your thighs. What is it then? You're on your monthly cycle?"I shook my head no."I… I do not know what happened, I swear I thought it was gone. I felt pain when I did it…" It was going to sound stupid, he was not supposed to know what I had thought had broken my hymen.He was still really hard and big, so before he could ask any other question, I swallowed and gripped his cock, holding his gaze as I guided him back into my pussy.He gripped my waist in return, then whispered, "You will not be getting a bed of some special night because it is your first time, I w
Last Updated : 2025-01-19The Don’s Indebted Stripper 51. NO LONGER STRIPPING
OWENThe next day, Marco was boring me with details on a debtor, and I was reminiscing on the best fuck I had ever had.The way she’d looked at me last night, her body soft and pliant under my hands but with that fire still burning in her eyes. She was fierce and fragile all at once, and I couldn’t stop replaying every moment in my head. The way she’d cursed me, begged me, hated me, and yet still surrendered—fuck, it was intoxicating.“Are you even listening?” Marco asked, snapping me out of my thoughts. His sharp tone held a hint of irritation, but he knew better than to push me too far. “This debtor owes us over fifty grand, Owen. Do you want me to send Scar to deal with it, or do you have another plan?”I leaned back in my chair, swirling the whiskey in my glass as I regarded him lazily. “Send Scar. If the idiot hasn’t paid by now, he needs a reminder of what happens when you cross me.”Marco nodded, scribbling something down in his notebook. But he didn’t leave. His eyes narrowed
Last Updated : 2025-01-21The Don’s Indebted Stripper 52. DA’ANA POWERS
MAEThe morning after sleeping with Owen, I was more than disgusted with myself. Isis would be so mad at me right now if she were alive, I thought to myself as I headed towards the boutique. I needed to find Scar, needed to distract myself from all of this. She said she had a new lead about my mother, and that was all the motivation I needed to focus on something else. Something that didn’t involve Owen… kind of.When I pushed the door open to the boutique, Scarlet was sitting behind the counter, flipping through a fashion magazine. Her hair was tied up in a sleek ponytail as she focused on the book. “You’re early,” she said, glancing up with a raised brow. “Didn’t expect you until later.” “I couldn’t wait,” I admitted, closing the door behind me and leaning against the counter. “You said you had something.” Scar tilted her head, her sharp green eyes studying me like she always did when she was trying to figure me out. “Rough night?” she asked casually, but there was a knowing
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The Don’s Indebted Stripper 100. FOCUS NOW!
OWENI was not supposed to be in Casa Eleganza tonight, but then Marco called and told me he was looking for her.Mae Rivera.Apparently, Carter had caught her making a sneaky phone call and before he could get evidence, she ended the call and threatened to lie against him if he tried to expose her. She ran off, too. Not that I fully trusted this Carter or a guy, but this awfully sounded like something that woman can do; especially after all she had been through lately.I could have left Marco to find her and teach her a lesson… or even any of my snipers could do that, but I had a surprise for her, so I could not do that.As I drove, I tried to shake off the nasty feelings I had that kept screaming in my ear about the fact that she had gone through so much. She should have thought of that before crossing me. I do worse to others, I thought. Why was it a bloody big deal with her? I did not have an answer to that, of course.Finally, after what seemed like years, I parked my car in fron
The Don’s Indebted Stripper 99. SCENES
MAEThe text came an hour later.OWEN: Come to the club. Now.No explanation. No details. Just an order.I stared at the message, my pulse already picking up. He didn’t use words like that with me—not unless something was wrong.I grabbed my jacket and slipped out of my apartment, moving fast. The city blurred past as I caught a cab, my mind racing the entire way.Did Joan make a move?Did Eric?Was I already too late?By the time I reached the club, the bouncer barely spared me a glance before stepping aside. I pushed through the main floor, ignoring the pounding music and the lingering stares as I headed straight for the back offices.Owen was waiting.He stood behind his desk, his back to the door, one hand braced against the edge. He didn’t turn when I entered, didn’t acknowledge me right away.But the tension in the room was suffocating.I closed the door behind me. “What happened?”Owen’s head lifted slightly, but he still didn’t look at me. “Eric met with Javier Castelleno.”A
The Don’s Indebted Stripper 98. FOR YOU
OWENI had watched Mae leave my car that night, her frustration hanging in the air like cigarette smoke. She hadn’t looked back.I should’ve let it go. Should’ve turned the key in the ignition and driven off, let her work through her anger alone.But I didn’t.Instead, I sat there, gripping the steering wheel, jaw locked so tight it ached.She wanted me to give in. To cross that invisible line we’d been toeing for weeks. And fuck, I almost had.Mae had no idea what kind of self-control it took to pull away. To tell her to go home when all I wanted was to drag her into my lap and kiss her until she forgot about Joan, about Eric, about the game she was playing with fire.But I wasn’t a man who made decisions based on want.I made them based on survival.And right now, Mae’s survival depended on her staying out of this mess.Which meant keeping my hands off her.At least for now.Tonight, I pulled out of the alley, steering the car toward the warehouse. Scar and Marco were already waitin
The Don’s Indebted Stripper 97. A CHOICE TO MAKE
MAEThe door slammed shut behind me, and I stood in the alley for a moment, breathing in the cold night air. My hands clenched at my sides, nails pressing into my palms. I should’ve felt relieved. I’d walked away. I had my space.So why did I feel like I was suffocating?I forced myself to move, stepping out onto the sidewalk. The city hummed around me—cars passing, voices carrying through the night. Normal life, oblivious to the storm raging inside me.I needed a drink.And I needed a plan.Eric’s name sat heavy in my mind. If Joan truly believed he was a traitor, then this wasn’t just a warning. It was a test. One I couldn’t afford to fail.But Owen had given me his answer.You don’t touch him.That was easy for him to say. He wasn’t the one standing in front of Joan, balancing on a knife’s edge, trying to prove she belonged. I’d spent weeks playing my part, earning trust. Now, one wrong move could rip everything apart.And Owen expected me to stand back and do nothing?I exhaled sh
The Don’s Indebted Stripper 96. PRETENSE
MAE"You really do not look okay. Are you sure you can still work?" Eli asked me, smacking his lips after applying lipgloss."I have to." I simply replied, going across the room to pick up more stuff. I was really tired—both mentally and emotionally, but I knew I would just be calling more punishment to myself if I simply laid down here."How? Scar is really nice. I mean, everyone here is. I do not feel like anyone here is being forced to do anything. I like the fact that everything is so transparent, even." He went on, and I almost scoffed out loud.He sounded like an excited little kid. He had not the slightest idea of what was actually going on, and though it was dangerous for him, it was a little cute. Better to be oblivious than be traumatized like I was.I got ready quicker, then hurried off to the stage. I did not shut my eyes throughout my performance, because every single time I did, I saw her. I had my eyes wide open as I danced, willing the images to go away.The moment I s
The Don’s Indebted Stripper 95. HESITATION
MAEI barely made it up the stairs to my apartment before I let out a breath I didn’t even realize I was holding.My body still felt wired, every nerve on edge. Owen’s voice echoed in my head.I shouldn’t have wanted to go back and see if he’d really lose control.I shoved the thought away, locked my door, and leaned against it. I needed to focus. I had bigger problems than the way Owen made my skin feel too tight. That could be handled later.Joan wanted Eric dead.Tomorrow, I’d have to walk into a job knowing I was either going to betray the man who trusted me or end up dead myself. And no matter which way I spun it, I couldn’t see a way out.I dropped onto my bed and pulled out my phone.No messages. No calls.I didn’t know why I thought he’d check in. He’d told me to go home. Told me to sleep. Like it was that easy.I tossed my phone aside and squeezed my eyes shut.Maybe, if I tried hard enough, I could pretend his hands hadn’t felt so damn good on me.Maybe I could pretend I had
The Don’s Indebted Stripper 94. NEED
MAE"Your father is in the backseat of my car. Tonight, you will either tell me what's going on with you, or he takes a bullet to his head. I'll keep killing everyone you love until you decide if this secret you are keeping from me is really worth losing so much." Owen whispered, just as his big hand released my ass, going up to my hip instead.I pushed his hands off me completely, shock taking over my features. "Wait. What did you just say?""The exact same thing you heard. Get dressed and come with me."I did not have to be told twice. I rushed into the closet and just threw on a shirt like nightgown that stopped just above my knees then some lace panties.I had just stepped out of the closet to meet Owen leaning by the door when he thundered,"Get back inside and wear something else. I did not ask you to come with me so you can strip for your father." I opened my mouth and closed it like a fish, then looked around in search of anything I could just throw on."But it's covered…" I
The Don’s Indebted Stripper 93. UNRESOLVED WANT
MAEI didn’t let myself think until I was back in the car.Amelia drove in silence, her grip tight on the wheel, knuckles white. She hadn’t said a word since we left Joan’s estate. Maybe she was waiting to see how I’d react. Maybe she was testing me just as much as Joan was.I didn’t give her anything.Eric.The name burned in my head.He was one of Owen’s men—trusted, loyal, someone who had been by his side for years. If Joan had put him on that list, it meant one of two things. Either Eric was playing both sides, or Joan only thought he was.Either way, this was a problem.A big one.And Owen needed to know.I reached into my jacket pocket, fingers brushing against the earpiece Owen had given me. A reminder of his voice, the way he had told me to be careful. I wanted to use it, to hear him tell me he had a plan, that he already knew, that he would fix this before I had to.But I couldn’t.Not here. Not now.Amelia’s sharp eyes flickered to me. “You alright?”I nodded once. “Yeah.”S
The Don’s Indebted Stripper 92. TRUST… TRUST WHO?
MAEThe moment I stepped out of the car, the air felt different.Colder. Heavier.Amelia stood by the entrance, her arms crossed, face blank. No warmth, no hesitation—just business. She barely looked at me before turning on her heel. “Follow me.”I did.My pulse was steady, but my hands weren’t. I curled my fingers into fists to stop them from shaking. Owen’s words played over in my head. If anything feels off—get out.I didn’t plan on getting out. Not yet.We walked through a back entrance, the air thick with cigarette smoke. Joan’s men were everywhere. Some played cards. Others leaned against the walls, watching me like I was already a ghost.I kept my head high, my steps even. Fear would get me killed here.We reached the main hall. Joan was sitting at the center table, a glass of whiskey in one hand, a knife in the other. He was carving something into the wood, deep, slow strokes. He didn’t look up.“You’re late,” he said.Amelia stiffened beside me. “Traffic.”Joan finally glance
