All Chapters of The Don’s Indebted Stripper: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

OWENI knew the look in her eyes—she was trying to figure me out. People did that a lot, I just did not know how to tell them that the answer was definitely not in my eyes.I smirked lazily, trying to kill the tension. Maybe I was interested in Mae Rivera, but she was right. I could have just fucked her and gotten this over with a long time ago if I wanted. I had a better plan though. She had taken a break now, but I knew Mae was in my club for a reason bigger than paying off her father's debt. She was looking for something or someone. I could monitor her closely and get someone to follow her around too, but I could also get in her good graces, protect her, fuck her when I wanted, get the information I needed.. just to throw her out when I felt like it.She tapped the table, and my attention returned to her beautiful face. No exaggeration, she was fucking gorgeous, this woman. Her skin was perfect and she did not even use those expensive lotions that the other women I hung out with us

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

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

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

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