OWNED BY MY EX’S GODFATHER

Anne paced the length of the hotel room, her bare feet sinking into the soft carpet as her heart refused to settle. Her phone was still in her hand. Still silent. Still unanswered. “Jimmy…” she whispered under her breath, pressing redial again even though she already knew the outcome. Voicemail. Again. Her chest tightened, but she forced a small smile, trying to calm herself. Tonight was supposed to be perfect. She had planned everything. The room. The candles. The soft music playing in the background. Even the dress she wore now—simple, delicate, easy to take off. Her cheeks flushed at the thought. Her first time. With him. She brought the phone closer, recording another voice message, her voice softer this time, almost shy. Jimmy "You know how important a woman’s first time is, I use to dream about it and how it would be magical, sacred, something straight out of a fairy take". —————— Meanwhile, Jimmy Corine, Mafia’s heir and Anne’s boyfriend was in a strip club. He kept ignoring Anne’s call. —————- “But after finding you, I’m sure how u feel. I wanna give you my first time, Completely. She hesitated, then added quietly, My friend said this would make our first time even more perfect”,Anne said to jimmy on voice message. ——— Across the city, chaos unfolded. Gunshots was heard, “Adrian, the Mafia boss was being pursued by his enemies. A black SUV sped through dimly lit streets, tires screeching as bullets shattered the silence of the night. Inside, Adrian Corine didn’t flinch. Gunfire echoed behind him, but his expression remained cold, unreadable. Blood traced a thin line along his jaw, but his grip on the weapon in his hand never wavered. “Boss, they’re gaining—” “I know.” His voice was calm. Too calm. Another shot rang out. The car swerved sharply, nearly crashing. Adrian’s eyes darkened. “Stop the car.” “Boss—” “Now.” The vehicle halted abruptly. Before anyone could argue, Adrian stepped out, disappearing into the night like a shadow. Adrian! There! Adrian’s there! After him! His enemies followed suit. ⸻ Jimmy, I’m waiting for you. Room 213, Mackdon Hotel. A sudden knock hit the door. Sharp, urgent. “I’m coming,” Anne said Her heart leapt. “Jimmy?” Relief flooded her as she hurried toward it, not even checking the peephole. The moment she opened the door— Everything changed. A hand shot forward. Cold metal pressed against her forehead. Anne gasped, stumbling back as a man stepped inside, closing the door behind him with quiet precision. He was tall. Dangerous. His presence filled the room in a way that made it hard to breathe. Dark eyes locked onto hers—calculating, intense, unfamiliar. “Don’t scream,” he said, his voice low, controlled. Her lips parted, but no sound came out. Fear rooted her in place. Outside, distant footsteps and shouting echoed down the hallway. The man’s gaze flickered briefly toward the door… then back to her. “Please don’t shoot I will do whatever you want”, Anne said trembling. Adrian used his gun to caress her cloth and her chest. Then He said, “Take it off”. A decision. Quick. Final. Anne blinked, her mind struggling to catch up. “W-what?” “Your dress,” he said, stepping closer, the gun still steady in his hand. “Now.” Her pulse pounded violently. “I don’t— I don’t understand—” “Do it,” he cut in, quieter this time—but far more dangerous. Something in his tone made her hands tremble as they moved to the zipper at her back. She didn’t know why she obeyed. Maybe it was fear. Maybe it was the way his eyes never left her. The dress slipped from her body, pooling at her feet. The air felt colder. Or maybe it was just him. He stepped closer, close enough that she could feel his presence, his warmth, his control. Then— He pushed her to the bed. Touching her. Not gently. Not roughly. But deliberately. Like he was playing a role. His fingers brushed her skin, his lips following moments later, grazing her shoulder, her neck— Anne’s breath hitched, confusion crashing into fear, into something she didn’t understand. The door burst open. Men rushed in. Weapons raised. Their eyes moved between the two of them— Her. Him. The situation. Anne raised her head and asked them, “Who are you?” Then one of them scoffed. “Damn. Wrong room.” Silence. Heavy. Unreal. The man didn’t move immediately. His lips were still close to her skin. His hand still resting against her. Only when the footsteps faded completely did he pull back. Anne shifted slightly, her mind spinning. “What… what just happened?” she whispered. He studied her for a moment. Then, slowly— He lowered the gun. “You just saved my life.” Her breath caught. Before she could respond, he leaned in once more and kissed her. His voice brushing against her ear, Remember that,” He said quietly. Then he stepped away, reaching for the door. But— “Wait.” The word left her before she could stop it. He paused. Turned slightly. “Hmmm,” Adrian said Her heart was racing again, but not just from fear this time. “Why did you stop.” She said, “You can’t just… leave,” she said, her voice shaking. “Not after… that.” His gaze darkened. “Do you even understand what you’re saying?” Anne swallowed hard. Then silence— Maybe she didn’t. Maybe it was the pill. Maybe it was the way he looked at her. Maybe it was the fact that the man she had been waiting for never came— But this one did. “Unless you want me to stay,” He said breaking the silence. Yes! “I want you,” Anne said willingly. The corner of his lips tilted ever so slightly. Dangerously. He closed the door again. Without hesitating, Anne helped him unbuckle his belt. As you wish, Adrian said wrapping his belt around her neck. “Wait, baby please,” She said hesitantly “Don’t call me baby, call me f*****g daddy” Adrian said angrily and then pushed her to the bed. This time he didn’t pretend.. He caressed her aggressively, his hands were all over her. He stroked her c******s and she let out a loud moan and whispered to his ear, “Please don’t stop daddy.” He then slipped into her………