Owned By Massimo

Chapter 9-You Won't Believe This

Massimo’s POV

I left my room with my blood still boiling and my mind stuck on that wild girl. Her taste on the gun, her bold eyes, the way she licked her lips like a promise…it all clung to me like smoke.

I needed air. I needed control. But the moment I climbed the last step toward the main hall, Bianca was already there waiting for me.

She stood with one hand planted on her hip, her face twisted in anger and jealousy that made her look ugly. Her eyes burned as she stepped right into my path.

“Who the hell is that woman?” she spat, her voice sharp and loud enough to echo off the walls.

I stopped, staring down at her with zero warmth. “I don’t owe you an explanation.”

Her mouth fell open like I’d slapped her. “Well, I am your fiancée! You can’t just bring some random slut into our home and let her attack me!”

I narrowed my eyes, the irritation from earlier flaring hotter. This woman had no idea how thin the thread holding our engagement was. “I can change that,” I said coldly, my voice flat and deadly. “She can become my new fiancée instead.”

Bianca’s face went pale, then flushed bright red with rage. “What?! You can’t do that to me!”

I stepped closer, towering over her. “If you keep pestering me and asking stupid questions, I’ll do it without a second thought.”

She looked at me with pure fury burning in her eyes, her hands shaking at her sides. For a second I thought she might scream or cry or throw something. But she knew better. She clamped her mouth shut, swallowing whatever poison she wanted to spit. Good choice.

I didn’t give her another glance. I turned and walked away, my footsteps heavy on the marble floor. Behind me, I heard her let out a frustrated breath, but she didn’t follow. I had bigger things on my mind than her tantrums.

Markus was already waiting by the car. He opened the back door for me without a word. I slid inside, the leather cool against my back, and the door shut with a solid thud. Markus got behind the wheel, started the engine, and pulled smoothly out of the estate gates.

The compound disappeared behind us as we hit the main road. I stared out the tinted window, watching the city blur past, but my thoughts kept circling back to her. That reckless fire in her eyes. The way her body responded to danger like it was foreplay. My c**k still twitched at the memory of her mouth on my gun, wet and eager. f**k. No woman had messed with my head like this in years.

“Don,” Markus said, breaking the silence as he drove. “Do you want us to handle the bastards that caused the shooting last night, or will you handle it yourself?”

I leaned back in the seat, jaw tight. The shootout at the club still left a bad taste. Someone had dared to bring chaos into my territory. “I’ll handle them myself. I need to burn off some steam.”

Markus’s eyes met mine in the rearview mirror. A small smirk tugged at his lips. “Does this have something to do with that girl?”

“Shut your damn mouth,” I growled, my voice low with warning.

He went quiet for a beat, but the damage was done. The mention of her made heat crawl up my spine again. I could still feel her pressed against me, daring me, pushing every button I had. She was dangerous. Not because she might be a threat, but because she made me feel something. Alive. Hungry. Out of control.

Markus cleared his throat. “Never imagined a girl would be able to get under your skin after—”

He stopped mid-sentence, realizing he was about to cross a line. The car went dead silent.

“I’m sorry, Don,” he said quickly, eyes fixed on the road.

My jaw clenched so tight it ached. I had warned every single one of my men years ago…never say that name. Never talk about her. The past was buried for a reason, and I wanted it to stay that way. I forced my jaw to relax and leaned back, staring at the passing buildings as we headed down the west road toward one of my warehouses on the outskirts.

The silence stretched thick and heavy. Good. I needed it.

But my mind wouldn’t settle. That girl had me twisted up. Part of me wanted to go back, kick her door open, and f**k the boldness right out of her until she was begging and broken. Another part wanted answers. No one got that close to me without a reason. The way she knew I’d be at the club, the way she threw herself at me like she belonged there… it smelled like a setup.

The tires hummed against the road. We were getting closer to the warehouse district, where I’d make those shooters regret ever breathing in my city. I could already picture it…the fear in their eyes when they realized the Don had come personally. It usually excites me. Today, it felt like a distraction from the real fire burning in my veins.

Then Markus’s phone pinged loudly from the center console.

He glanced at it, still driving with one hand. The next second, he slammed on the brakes hard. The tires screeched against the asphalt, the whole car jerking forward. I braced myself as momentum pushed me toward the front seat.

“What the f**k!” I cursed, grabbing the headrest to steady myself.

The car came to a sharp stop on the side of the road, dust kicking up around us. My heart pounded from the sudden halt, adrenaline spiking. I glared at Markus, ready to rip him apart for the stunt.

He turned around slowly, his face pale with utter shock. His eyes were wide, mouth slightly open like he’d seen a ghost.

“Don…” His voice came out rough, almost disbelieving. “You won’t…you won’t believe this.”