All Chapters of Under His Command : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Jaxon’s POVWhen the door had slammed shut behind my father, it left a vacuum of tension in its wake. I stood rooted to the spot, my fists clenched, my chest heaving as the last of my adrenaline slowly began to go away. The words I had dared to utter still echoed in my mind: "Go ahead and try."It had been a bold declaration, one meant to mask the creeping fear beneath my defiance. My father had always been larger than life, wielding power like a weapon. He didn’t just own his influence—he was influence, the kind of man who could break someone with a whisper to the right ears. And I had just dared him. But what choice did I have? I wasn't just going to sit still and allow him say those things to my face without any form of retaliation.Doing that would only mean he still had power over me and if he could sense that, then he would use it to his advantage, causing me to lose everything I have worked tp achieve in this company.My office was silent now, save for the faint hum of th

Jaxon’s POVThe world around me had tilted for a moment as Eric’s fist connected with my jaw. Pain radiated through my face, sharp and hot, and I stumbled back, one hand instinctively flying to my lip. The inevitable taste of blood filled my mouth, and I felt my own anger rising like a tidal wave. "You're going to regret doing something as stupid as that" I said, my voice barely a whisper.My employees, the ones who had been so shamelessly watching Riley and me moments ago, were now frozen, their wide eyes darting between Eric and me. The entire office felt like it was holding its breath, waiting for the explosion they all knew was coming. “Riley, are you okay?” Eric’s frantic voice broke through the stunned silence. I barely registered his words as I steadied myself. My lip throbbed, and when I pulled my hand away, I saw a bit of blood smeared across my fingertips. The sight of it made my blood boil and I almost couldn't control the hatred I was feeling in that moment.If I

Riley’s POVThe weight of the day hung heavily on my shoulders as I stepped out of the building with Chloe by my side. The setting sun cast long shadows across the parking lot, but the air still hummed with the tension from everything that had happened. Today was one of those days I was literally praying would end as quickly as possible, and now that my prayers were answered, I couldn't wait to be far away from here.“I don’t even know where to begin,” Chloe said, her voice filled with tiredness due to how chaotic the day had been. “What kind of day was this, Riley? First Arthur Steele, then Jaxon, and now Eric getting thrown out like some criminal. It’s like we’re stuck in some bizarre soap opera.” I couldn’t help but chuckle at her dramatics, though her words rang true. She wasn't too far from the truth.“You’re telling me. I thought dealing with Jaxon was hard enough on a regular day, but this? This is next-level insanity" I replied as I ran my hand tiredly through my hair.Chl

Riley's POVThe atmosphere inside Jaxon’s sleek, luxurious car was suffocating, though the silence was deafening. My arms were crossed tightly over my chest as I stared out the window, my jaw clenched so hard it hurt. I couldn’t even look at him. The anger bubbling inside me wasn’t something I could push down or ignore. It was too raw, too fresh. Every time I thought about the way Jaxon’s bodyguards had descended on Eric, the sound of their fists connecting with his body, the smug satisfaction on Jaxon’s face... I felt sick. How could he do that? How could he just sit there, so unaffected, while someone else was in pain? Worse, he had dragged me away when all I wanted to do was help Eric. “Riley,” Jaxon’s deep, calm voice cut through the silence like a blade, “you’ve been quiet for far too long. Say something.” Say something? What could I even say to someone like him? I gritted my teeth, refusing to answer. Jaxon sighed, and out of the corner of my eye, I saw him glance at

Riley’s POVThe kitchen felt suffocating, a bizarre mix of warmth from the food cooking and the chill that Arthur Steele brought with him. It was surreal—watching the same man who had humiliated me earlier in the day move with ease and precision as he cooked dinner in Jaxon’s mansion, wearing an apron like some good father. But Arthur Steele was anything but harmless. Every movement, every word, dripped with control and superiority. He radiated power, even here in the most mundane of settings, and I couldn’t shake the knot tightening in my stomach. Arthur’s eyes flicked toward me occasionally, a glint of amusement dancing in them like a predator sizing up its prey. When he spoke, his tone was light, conversational even, but there was a sharpness to it that made my skin crawl. “So,” Arthur said, breaking the silence as he stirred a pot of something that smelled far too inviting for someone as uninviting as him. “You and Jaxon came home together. How... cozy.” I stiffened, m