Owned by the Billionaire Mafia King

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ater 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 h

Hell, even weekdays Dad would be gone into the wee hours of the night. Go

d sucked our savings dry. The savings that Mom had saved up for years before she died. The m

as planning on leaving. Dad had to learn sometime that I wasn't alway

and locked the door right back up behind me. I

ed through the house, my feet screamed for attention. I shuffled limply to the fridge door and swung it open to grab a c

hell, and I hadn't had a moment to bre

night. A hundred dollars and some cents. It wasn't a bad Friday, but I had made more befor

the separate groups in an envelope on my desk. One titled "bills" got the bigges

e made it there once a month, as I was always at work when the banks were open and off when they were closed. Maybe I should swing by the nearest one Monday morning before I head

he third envelope wh

f agony. As I reached the door, though, a shiver bit at my spine, and I froze. My mind brought up the memory of the odd car that had been following me on the way home, and there was a terrified thought that they

en the door. I wondered whether he would just leave if I remained silent. My heart was pounding in my

large hand a heavy weapon against the wood. I

llowed it to swing open. I stared up at the masculin

t me, a brow cocked. His si

o, Ja

p, my teeth sinking into my lower lip. I was exhausted, my limbs ready to fall off, and now I had to be extra

y father's

to be. Dad sort of burn

t him in. No use in keeping him standing there. He'd wait all night,

at held my apron that was just visible from the liv

just ge

ailed epically. Especially as Jaxon tracked every slight movement of my body wit

e to check in once a

ng yourself again?" His voice, a constant low grow

make eye contact because his gaze was almost always too inte

ne, tha

fridge and shrugged. "I like wor

wn at me. "But you're doing more harm than good. What use

essed into a sneer. "Jaxon, I'm fi

l you get t

other

r a second. "Did they

wasn't the righ

e ten percent of the payment already, but without credit the bank won't give you a loan. You

l out an application, and I do m

osign your application.

en over this. I refu

, it'

do this on my own. I need

the twitch in his expression as he tried

know my dad better than me. I want to distance myself from every

hains he's tied you down with." He walke

means cutting

n unusually attached to Jaxon. He was my rock, even though having him show up on my doorstep so late at night was

ith everything, everyo

ve to cut off ties with him? The one person that truly cared for me. Watched over me without any u

wall. His voice drew me in, and I almost inched

y eyes that followed me around everywhere. Each and every movement I made, Jaxon seemed to lock onto. I didn't mind it, th

w s

his eyes and he gr

es

e, and I wondered if he knew what I was really asking. This wasn't about the certain ties he had to the underworld, but th

rigid, I guessed that he had reservations about el

ere in the city. The one that ran the crime, es

d he'd fu*k

to say exactly that,