All Chapters of Claimed By My Ex Boyfriend's Dad : Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

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Battle

Michael. It's as if the gates of hell have opened in the gallery—blood sprinkling through the air, bodies falling to the floor as gunshots blast through the room. I move my hands swiftly to my holster, pulling out my guns and opening fire on Silas's men. Laura's screaming behind me. “Stick close to me, Laura!” I yell through chaos, blocking her with my body as I take down the motherfucker aiming to shoot at her. Hardly any of the guests make it out. Some are hiding, while some are flat dead on the floor. Blood pools over the white tiles, the paintings, the walls, and the windows. Bones goes physical with one of Silas's guards, their grunts echoing as they exchange hard blows and kicks.Bones gets the upper hand, backing the guy against the broken window. He doesn't waste a minute to kick him off, and the guy starts falling from the penthouse into the street, his screams echoing. Even while I shoot, I still know the moment he crashes over the asphalt below. People squeal, horns

Love you again and again

Michael. An agonizing pain is the first thing I feel the moment I awake. It makes me groan, but I bite my tongue, not wanting to let out more. I'm a pahkan, and I shouldn't show weakness whatsoever. My weary eyes take in the environment, and upon realizing I'm in my bedroom in the villa, my heart zens. The panic fades. I drop my head back onto the pillow, gazing at the ceiling with a tired sigh. I remember everything that happened the night before. The exhibition party that became a mayhem, the gunfire, the invasion of the police, the waiter who stabbed me. I groan at the last thought, knowing just where the pain I feel is coming from. I peer at my right shoulder, hissing. It's been dressed up and put in a sling. Fuck, that's going to bring a lot of limitations to me. How come I didn't see that prick before he sank the knife into me!? Remembering that moment makes me curse. I hope he's still alive because I'm ready to make him pay for what he's done. Why the hell was he eve

My fighter

Michael. They've all assembled; the dons and pahkans who make up the Allied Faction. Each of them alights from their cars, adjusting their suits while Laura and I watch them. We just finished having a bath, and she helped me dress up before we came here to welcome them. I know why they've come; it's to know how successful the meeting with Silas went, but I'm just about to burst their bubble. Antonio is the first to climb the stairs until he halts before us, his eyes widening upon seeing my wound. “Is that…a souvenir, perhaps?” He jokes while Kostantin and the rest draw closer. I would have laughed if it were funny. Instead, I just growl, causing them to flinch. “It's more than just a souvenir.” My gaze flickers between them. “It's a disaster.” They shudder, trading glances, but I don't indulge them as I grab Laura with my free hand and we head back into the house.It's a silent order for them to follow. They do, their feet clacking with hesitation over the floor. Arriving in

Element of surprise

Liam. As I drag my tired feet over the floor of the bunker, I hear Raven's voice echoing, loud, firm, and clear like he's lecturing. “The world will be ours. East. West. South. And the north.” His feet clack in the silent air. “You'll rule the world with me like demigods. Pass judgments upon your enemy and even the righteous.” Even though I've not reached their spot, I can already feel the air bursting with energy, with eagerness. “Women will be ours to own; we can fuck them even when they don't want it. We can keep them in chains just for our pleasure, and children? They'll be ours to groom.” There's a smile in his voice, and it makes me wonder if it'll be like that when he sees me. “The world calls it pedophilia, but I call it raising angels who'll sing to the gods that are us— you and me.” Sweat pours out of my temple in rivulets. I didn't think I'd make it back here alone after this bloody mission. I didn't think shits would hit the fan as it did. I didn't think I'd sustai

Put me to the test

Laura. *Three Weeks Later*“No, Natasha. Bring it over here.” I wave at Natasha, who's setting Michael's breakfast at the head table, gesturing for her to bring it over to me. She flashes her teeth at me with a smile. “I still need to feed him.” “Yes, ma'am.” Natasha complies, bringing the plate filled with baked beans, sausages, eggs, and mushrooms to me. She's yet to serve mine, but I dismiss her from doing so. Michael and I will eat from the same plate. This has been our tradition for the past three weeks, given his condition. His wound is slowly healing, but his hand is still in a sling. Although Michael, being a stubborn man, sometimes refuses to put the sling on his arm, claiming it's not hurting anymore. I know why he's doing that. He doesn't want his men to assume he's weak, hence the overbearing and strong facade he puts on. Well, I just let him do his thing sometimes, but on the days I notice the pain is getting out of hand, I force him to wear the sling. It's not yet

Dangerous game

Laura. I empty my belly in the toilet, my eyes watering while Michael gathers my hair gently into his hand, pulling it out of my face. It takes about a minute for me to re-collect myself again, and he helps me to my feet. There's a worried look on his face, his lips pinched together, eyes studying me. I give him a bold smile, maybe to diffuse the tension or increase his worry, but I felt like he needed to see that smile either way. “Oh, I guess that didn't go well…” I let out, wiping the corner of my mouth with the back of my hand. Natasha is lingering by the doorway, watching me act awkwardly. “Is that enough sign for you to stop this weird eating and drinking combos you suddenly started?” He asks, a quiet criticism to his voice.I make a face, pouting at him. “But that's what…I was craving for.” I mutter under my breath. Michael tries to speak, but Natasha's voice cuts in. “Um, sir…I think this is more than just a craving.” We both turn our heads to her, and she shrugs, ges

Gift

Laura. I don't need anyone to tell me Michael is enjoying my ministrations. It's written all over his face, from how he is panting, how his brows are in a deep crease, how his lip is stuck between his lips, to how red his face is. He's clouded by pleasure. All he does is thrust his pretty hard cock into my palm, eyes closed. My massage over his cock is extra soft, and it's meant to induce unavoidable sensations. He gives me a guttural groan when my hand lowers from the base to his balls. I pull into him, running my tongue over his balls. Michael buckles. He grabs my hair with his good hand, pushing my face flat against his groin. We don't speak, but our bodies do the talking. Releasing his balls from my mouth, I drag them sultrily over his veiny length, my hot breath fanning over him. My intention was to tease him, but I ended up being teased. My pussy drips like a fountain, and I choose to give it attention in rhythm to his. I blink up at him, our gazes intense, and while st

Dickmatized

Laura. “Malishka…” “Seriously, I can handle myself, Michael. There's no need to worry. Besides, it's just a party. A birthday one at that.” My voice cuts through the air, intercepting Michael's protest about my attending Patricia's birthday party. I'm already dressed and ready to leave, but his little protests, or should I say tantrums, are what's delaying my departure. He was in a virtual conference in the parlor, but paused everything when he saw me walking out. Now we're standing on the front staircase, his good hand wrapped around my arm just to restrict me from going. The driver has brought out my car in the front, and as he alights from it, he hands me the keys. “I don't trust those women. Not after what they did to you for years.” No matter how much he tries to convince me otherwise, I believe it deep in my soul that Patricia and Cersei have turned a new leaf. Piercing his contorted face with my eyes. I scowl. “Can you put a little trust in me? Huh?” I let out a sigh,

Breaking the law

Laura. It's moments like this that remind me of my childhood. Growing up with Maisie was both sweet and competitive. At fourteen, her mother had gotten us bicycles as Christmas presents when she was still with her second husband, who was a bank manager in Oklahoma.Back then, Maisie and I would race through the streets, competing against each other. And yes, I always end up winning while Maisie will curse me to hell and back. It always brings laughter to my lips, and right now, that same childlike laughter filled with exuberance rips from my mouth as I white-knuckle the steering wheel, tearing through the streets like my tail is on fire. It probably is because Michael is coming after me at neck-breaking speed. I don't want him to catch me. The urge to bruise his ego and mock him later is growing branches inside me. “You ain't going to catch me, you know?” I say just to taunt him, and he knows, given his laughter. “I'm always going to overpower you, daddy.” He chuckles, the soun

Reward

Michael. Racing through the streets, chasing after Laura was never part of the plan. My intentions earlier were to get her home safe. When I called earlier, and she didn't pick up, I lost my damn mind. I thought something bad had happened to her. I thought maybe those bitches who were claiming to be her friend had tried something funny. I was with my gurus at Sin House when that was happening, but I lost concentration on all they were telling me about the hooded figure we found through the footage at Silas's penthouse. The very person who had murdered the police there and fled from the crime scene. Since we saw that footage, we've been trying to find out who that was and what he was doing at the penthouse right after the massive gunfire. Of course, from how the figure had fought with the police, it was very much obvious he's skilled and would be a tough ass to beat. Yet, all the while my gurus kept telling me things about the person, I wasn't concentrating. My focus was only on g

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