Owned by the Billionaire Mafia King

SaraAnother day, another long ten hours on my feet. They prickle and ache with every shift of my ankle, especially as I step out of my old beater of a car. The pressure I have to apply is agony on my arches as I limped up the rickety steps of the porch that wrapped around the house. With a quick beep, the car locked up, not that anyone would have wanted to steal a hunk of metal like her. She wasn't worth a dime. Every light in the house was off, which wasn't unusual for a weekend.... Hell, even weekdays Dad would be gone into the wee hours of the night. Gone and wasting away what little he earned from the government, of course. How he ended up here, I'll never understand. It was like one day he just sort of snapped, and sucked our savings dry. The savings that Mom had saved up for years before she died. The medical debt was one thing, but Dad's gambling addiction? Even worse. About twice that amount.We were never going to get ourselves out of this mess. Hence, why I was pla

SaraIvan wandered into the house, pausing in the foyer as he smiled at me. "Hello, Sara."His smile was snide and yet filled with wit and cunning humor. He always enjoyed coming here. "What do you want, Ivan?"He shrugged and moved into the living room before he slowly moved around the area, looking at the pictures on the side table near the couch. Ha paused for a minute and picked up one of the photographs in a wooden frame.It was one of me and my dad from when I was much younger. I remembered that day vividly, how Dad had taken me to the beach and then for ice cream. We were both smiling in the picture my mother had taken when we got home.It had been one of the best days of my life, one I would never forget, even though now, the fond memories I had of my dad were overshadowed by the mess he had become.Ivan's voice jars me back to reality as he sets the photograph back down with a bang that almost shatters the glass. "Where's your dear ol' dad tonight, Sara?"Of cou

SaraTonight was decidedly the worst night of my life. The shock had worn off quickly; here I had confirmation of something I'd suspected long ago–that Jaxson had underworld connections. Scratch that. He was apparently the boss, in charge of all these men who had been harassing my dad–deservedly, of course–the people he owed money to. That shock was replaced with searing anger. I'd just talked to Jaxson moments ago, and he'd been so kind, protective… and now he was happy to own me like a dog.Few things felt worse than being treated like property, and having Jaxson be the one to treat me like this hurt even more.I was sitting in the back of Ivan's car, doing my best to ignore Jaxon—which was hard seeing as he was sitting right next to me."You can't give me the silent treatment forever, Sara," he said.I grunted, turning my face toward the window to hide the tears of anger. I felt sick to my stomach. It was official. There wasn't a man in my life who had respect for me

JaxonI woke up early the next morning, stretching and staring at the ceiling for a while before I got up. My mind was racing with thoughts of Sara, and her reaction to everything last night.I remembered watching Sara as she stomped up the stairs, trying not to chuckle, whether in amusement or exasperation…She was so stubborn sometimes, but then again, that was something I had always liked about her. Maybe too much. That fire and rage in her eyes throughout the evening were far too attractive. Dangerous. She wasn't a child anymore but still....I reminded myself that this was the best option for everyone. Sara would be away from her father, and he wouldn't be able to come in contact with her anymore to ask for money. She could finally stop stifling her potential from having to take care of that fool.It would be hell for me though, to have her so close, actually living together but unable to have her. And Sara thought that I was the one being cruel to her when she was unkno

SaraI knew my relationship with Jaxon had been inexplicably changed with our new roles in each other's lives, but this was ridiculous.We were both just sitting in the car as Jaxon drove us back to his mansion, completely silent. There wasn't even music playing. The city's nightlife had toned down by then, and there were fewer cars out. Most of the bars were closing as well, making the streets practically dead. It was literally just us.It was stressful. We used to be unable to stop talking, and even when my crush on him had become more intense and caused Jaxon to pull back, we had still been close, the stretches of silence companionable.Right now, it felt more like they were in some sort of vicious standoff where bullets could go flying at any moment, not in a literal sense since Jaxon would never shoot me. At least, I didn't think so.He certainly made me feel like he would at that moment, though. I hadn't seen him this p*ssed in a long time, and never at me. Why was h