Owned By My Ex's Mafia Uncle

Chapter 7

[Mr. N's POV]

FLASHBACK - 24 hours ago

"You might meet someone interesting, someone who can melt that heart of yours." My mother strongly encouraged me to attend my nephew Jake's party.

I pretended not to catch her hints about settling down.

A mafia leader like me didn't need a relationship. I didn't need a weak spot.

The women who came close to me always had motives; some wanted money, some sought power, and some were traitors sent by rival gangs to spy on me.

After Jake expressed keen interest in both our family business and the gang, my father thought I could use the chance to train him.

Personally, I thought that kid had more talent in design than in business. His final-year architectural project, a private residence design, had impressed me.

Still, I agreed to show up if it meant quieting my parents down.

On the way there, my assistant, Caleb, informed me of a more pressing matter. We had two "rats" inside Velgrave.

That was our code for traitors.

We chose the closed lawn behind my private bar in the estate to handle those pests. It was secluded and quiet. And no one would dare come there except for the gang members and some official staff.

I put on the gold mask, the symbol of Velgrave leadership. It also served another purpose: to hide the fact that the CEO of Marlowe Enterprises was the same man who ran one of the most dangerous crime families in the country.

Before the two rats could beg for mercy, I attached a silencer and put them down.

My men were about to clean up when an unfamiliar voice cut through the night.

"Are you guys shooting a movie?"

Everyone halted at their feet and stood with alertness as we raised our heads in the direction of the sound.

A drunken mess of a woman stood there, swaying slightly. Her golden-brown hair was a tangled wreck. Her dress was stained with dark splotches.

For god's sake, I hoped it wasn't vomit.

She was holding a bottle of Diva Premium Vodka. Or rather, half a bottle.

One question to them, and one of my men was already ready to pull her away. That was until Caleb interrupted, "I think she's one of the guests Jake invited to the party tonight."

So... she was Jake's friend?

I frowned, already planning to speak to his mother first thing in the morning. One week's grounding would be the minimum punishment in most cases.

He'd surely learn not to host parties anymore, especially with ones who dare to steal from my liquor collection.

The second she heard Jake's name, she exploded, storming toward me, bottle in hand, her whole body radiating drunk fury.

Caleb and a few of them raised their guns, but I signaled them down.

She didn't look dangerous, at least not to others, but more to herself.

But she's definitely wasted. No one in their right mind would drink a million-dollar bottle of vodka like it was sparkling water.

She stopped right in front of me. Through the narrow eye holes of my mask, I caught a clear glimpse of her mesmerizing blue eyes. Under the moonlight, they shimmered with flecks of color, so vivid they reminded me of the sky in a watercolor painting I once saw on the banks of a small-town river, five years ago.

Something in my chest shifted. I felt... curious.

So I asked, "What did Jake do to you?"

And just like that, I unlocked a bomb that exploded the second I pulled the trigger by using my nephew's name.

She threw a curse and, without hesitation, strode toward me, and did what no one in this country would ever dare do... Pull me by my collar.

"f**k me!"

Those were her last pretty words before she wrapped her arms around me and kissed me.

The shattering of the glass she let go of echoed, but all I heard was the unusual thumping of my heart.

Different kinds of girls have kissed me. Models, dancers, spies... name it. However, none of them were able to make me feel the slightest bit excited.

But her kiss... This soft and daring kiss of her lace, a mix of anger and innocence, made every cell of my body react.

With a shout and a shot in the air, I had my men clearing the area in a matter of seconds.

"Hey, where are they going?" she asked with innocence, but the heat rushing within me wasn't patient enough to give her a reply.

My hands snaked their way around her waist and pulled her close to me in haste and need before I leaned down to her. "You little thing, do you know what you're doing?"

To my surprise, instead of replying to me, her hands started wandering around my body, making me take a deep breath, especially when she leaned her head back and came closer to me, almost giving herself to me.

"You asked for this." And with that, every reason in me left.

I pulled her even closer, my arm almost squeezing her body into mine, like I wanted ours to fuse. I pulled her legs to my side, my hand sliding to her smooth, flawless legs, causing her small skirt to ride a little higher to her hips.

"Don't stop..." Her whispers and moans brought satisfaction to me and only heightened my desire to devour her right here and now.

I kissed her with need for more, and she pulled me closer to her like she was feeling the same way, but that caused us to fall to the ground.

A smirk formed on my lips when I saw her looking at the corpse right beside us.

"First time f*****g a woman next to the corpses. Kinda thrilling," I whispered while brushing small feathery kisses on her jaw.

"W-what? Corpse?" Panic echoed in her voice.

She tried to pull away, but I wasn't just about to let her.

Nodding at the corpse, I replied, "I just executed two traitors. Now... shall we pick up where we left off?"

"Th-they're actually dead? And this is not a shooting?" she asked one after another, her breathing getting heavy, but it wasn't from excitement anymore.

I raised my hand and slid it slowly on the side of her face. A devilish grin crept onto my lips. "No one said it was, sweet little thing."

With my fingers barely touching her face, I pushed back the loose strand of her hair to the back of her ears and smirked. "You've got guts, little thing. Still wanna me f**k you?"

My eyes travelled from her eyes down to her inviting delectable lips, tempting me time and time again to savor their sweet taste.

But she started trembling a little beneath me, and this time it wasn't from pleasure or excitement. It's from fear that's evidently glinting in her eyes.

Seeing those innocent eyes sobered a bit from the spirit of alcohol and turned to fear, I frowned, disappointment coursing my skin.

Shit. I cursed in my head as reason came back into me.

The desire in my blood cooled instantly at the sight of her fearful eyes. Slowly, I pulled away from her and stood up.

She blinked up at me, confused. Her lips were swollen, her pupils blown wide.

"Time to go back now. Before I decide to fu*k you here to let you leave."

I decided to let the little liquor lover go and ask Caleb to arrange for one of our trusted men to escort her safely home.

"Boss," Caleb said, once the girl was out of earshot. "David just sent over the latest 'Goods List'. There's one item I think you'll want to see."

I didn't need to ask what kind of list he meant.

My father still held an interest in some casinos and nightclubs in Vegas. Every now and then, some loser gambler would try to settle his debt by offering up a family member. David and Caleb had taken to calling those people goods... products.

I hated the term.

I'd seen plenty of addicts and scumbags in my life, but I had little patience for deals that involved dragging someone's innocent family into this world. I preferred to stay far away from it.

So those grey-area trades usually went straight to David or Caleb.

"You might want to handle this one yourself," Caleb added, handing me his iPad.

I frowned and took it reluctantly. What, did Caleb think I'd suddenly be interested in one of these victims?

Not a f*****g chance.

I was still thinking about Jake and how best to rearrange that smug little face of his.

...Until I saw the new 'Clean Goods' in the photo and the notes.

Name: Elena Campbell

Age: 21

Height: 5'5"

Occupation: Part-time cashier, pizza delivery, dog walker

Notes: Virgin, Jake's girlfriend

My jaw tensed. The new Clean Goods was that drunk virgin and my nephew's girl!

In Velgrave, family members used as collateral by debtors were usually assigned to my father's casinos or bars, depending on their looks, age, and skills.

The girl in the photo had a striking face and a decent figure. Young. Innocent-looking. The kind of men they pay for. If I left her alone, she'd likely end up stripping in one of our clubs, or worse, be sold at the underground auction. And the clients there... they're not the kind you want touching anything pure.

And technically, she was still Jake's girl. I took off my mask and pinched the bridge of my nose.

I needed to have a talk with my nephew. If he begged me to let Elena go, I would have to think of an excuse to explain it to my father.

When I got back to the villa, Jake was just walking out, with a blonde clinging to his arm.

The moment he saw me, he rushed over, lowering his head like a scolded schoolboy.

"Uncle Noah, sorry, the party's cancelled tonight. Total mess. A cashier broke a bottle of your Romanée-Conti. The kitchen's a disaster."

Cashier? Elena Campbell?