All Chapters of Owned By My Best Friend's Father: Chapter 221 - Chapter 230

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Chapter Two hundred and twenty one

JEREMY'S POV The sound of a car engine wakes me up. The couch beside me is empty. I sit up fast, my head spinning and scan the rooms. The kitchen is dark and the hallway empty. The door to Emily's room hangs open. Damien's is the same. I bolt for the back door and yank it open just in time to see taillights disappearing around the corner. They didn't wake me. They didn't wait. "HEY!" I shout into the cold night. "Where the hell are you going?!" The car doesn't slow down. I'm sure they didn't hear me. It vanishes into the blackness. "Son of a bitch." I spat. Running back inside I grab whatever my hands can reach jacket, keys not bothering to lock the door or kill the lights. I start my car and floor it, pushing the engine hard through the empty streets. The engine roars to life, and I pick up my phone and dial a number. Almost immediately the call connects. "Hale. What's going on?" "I need to back up the industrial district on Old Port Road. They went in without me." A sho

Chapter Two hundred and twenty two

SAMSON'S POV The office is too quiet. I sit behind the desk, eyes fixed on the dark stain of blood drying on the concrete. The guard who spoke out of turn. One bullet was all it took. I felt nothing then. I feel nothing now. Leah’s phone lies on the desk like a trophy. I pick it up, turning it slowly in my hands. Cross is coming. He’s been coming since the moment I took his woman. This is exactly what we wanted, exactly what MR E.C planned. I dial the number. One ring. Two. Three. Nothing. No voicemail. No tone. Just empty silence. I try again—same result. I try calling Isabella. Nothing. A cold unease settles in my chest. He has never failed to answer. Not once in all these years. I stand and walk to the window. The yard looks calm under the night sky. Floodlights off. Guards in position. Everything is ready. Still, something feels wrong. I press the intercom on my desk. “All units, report in. Perimeter status.” “Perimeter secure, sir,” a voice crackles back. “No movemen

Chapter Two hundred and twenty three

DAMIEN'S POV The night air tasted like blood and gunpowder. I half-carried, half-dragged Vivienne through the darkness, her weight heavy against my side. Elric and Victor supported her from the other side while Leah clutched Sophie close, the little girl still whimpering “Mom” under her breath every few seconds. My heart hammered harder than it had in years. Every step felt like a miracle and a curse at the same time we were out but it cost a little too much. “Keep moving,” I growled. “Don’t stop.” Behind us, sporadic gunfire still cracked in the distance. Samson’s men were disorganized but still dangerous. Jeremy or Hale, whatever his real name was, had bought us precious seconds by throwing himself into the fight like a madman. We finally reached the cars. Stefano was already there, engine running, eyes scanning the shadows ready to fire at anyone who followed us. “Emily!” I shouted. She burst out of the back seat she’d been waiting for this exact moment. The second she saw

Chapter Two hundred and twenty four

DAMIEN'S POV The night felt heavier now that the taillights had vanished. Emily, Leah, Sophie, Vivienne, they were safe. Or as safe as they could be. That knowledge was the only thing keeping me moving. Stefano checked his magazine beside me, jaw tight. "You ready?" "I end this tonight." We slipped back through the gap in the fence. Blood still darkened the ground where Vivienne and Jeremy had fallen. My grip on the gun was slick with sweat. We didn't make it far. Floodlights exploded on, turning night into day. Shouts erupted. Samson's guards came pouring out like hornets. Gunfire ripped across the yard. Stefano dropped one man with a precise shot while I dove behind a rusted shipping container. Bullets chewed the metal inches from my head. Then Samson emerged from the main building, pistol raised, eyes locked on me with pure, murderous fury. "Cross!" His voice boomed across the chaos. "You should've died with the rest of them!" He fired. The shot grazed my shoulder, burnin

Chapter Two hundred and twenty five

UNKNOWN POV The phone sits silent on my desk. I have been staring at it for the past hour hoping it rings but nothing happens. I try Samson’s number again, but it goes straight to voicemail. The secure line yields nothing. Each failed attempt tightens the knot in my chest. I stand and walk to the window. The city sprawls below me in a glittering sea of lights, completely indifferent to the storm brewing in my world. Somewhere out there, Samson’s compound should be preparing for Damien Cross. The trap I spent years perfecting should be closing around him. Instead, this heavy silence tells me everything has gone wrong. I dial Isabella. She answers after three rings. “Tell me you have news.” “Nothing,” she says, her voice tight with worry. “I have been trying to reach Samson for over an hour now.” “Something is wrong.” “I know. What do you want me to do?” “Stay where you are. I will handle it.” “If Cross has taken Samson—” “I said I will handle it.” My voice is flat and col

Chapter Two hundred and twenty six

DAMIEN'S POV The cruiser doors slammed shut and Samson was gone. For the first time in what felt like hours, the yard fell into a heavy, uneasy silence. I stood there, swaying slightly on my feet. My ribs screamed with every breath. Blood still oozed from the deep gash on my forearm, and my split knuckles burned like fire. But I was alive and that had to count for something. Stefano limped over despite the warning for the cops that he should sit still until the ambulance arrived “Damien, you need to get that looked at. Now.” “I’m fine.” “You’re bleeding all over the damn place.” “You're one to talk….you could use a wheelchair.” I fired back “It's just a little cut not too serious” “Oh wow….” he knew better than to push; compared to him I was in a better condition He just stood beside me in silence, watching the last of the police cruisers disappear down the road. Some officers still moved through the compound, bagging evidence and searching rooms, but the immediate storm ha

Chapter Two hundred and twenty seven

DAMIEN'S POV The taillights disappeared into the darkness. The yard felt colder than before. I stood frozen in place for a long time. My gun felt heavy in my hand. I kept staring at the empty road like Cassian might suddenly turn around and come back. My ribs screamed with every single breath I took. Blood kept dripping slowly from the deep gash on my forearm onto the concrete below. I barely noticed the pain anymore. Stefano limped closer to me. His own leg looked bad but he ignored it. "Damien. We need to go right now. You are hurt worse than you think." I did not answer him at first. My mind kept going back to that night. The fire. The thick black smoke. The screams. The moment I grabbed Rose's hand and ran. The moment I left Cassian behind to burn. "He was supposed to be dead," I said quietly. My voice sounded strange even to me. "Yeah well he is not dead," Stefano replied. He looked at me with clear worry in his eyes. "And from the way he talked, he looks like he wants yo

Chapter Two hundred and twenty eight

CASSIAN'S POV The safe house is dark and cold. The air smells like dust. I sit in the corner with my phone on the table in front of me. The silence is heavy. I like the silence. It helps me think. I replay the night in my head. The compound. The empty yard. The blood on the floor. The way Damien looked at me when he saw my face. He was shocked. He was scared. He was guilty. Good. I stand up and walk to the window. The city sprawls below me a sea of dancing light. Indifferent. Oblivious. Damien is out there somewhere, bleeding and broken. He knows I'm alive. He knows I'm coming. But he doesn't know everything. Not yet. I remember the night of the fire. The heat. The smell of my own flesh burning. The way I crawled out of that hell with nothing but rage keeping me alive. The scar on my face still pulls tight when I think about it. I survived. I waited. I planned. I built. And he had no idea. My hand clenches into a fist. Years of suppressed rage surface again. Hot and suffoca

Chapter Two hundred and twenty nine

ETHAN'S POV The drive to my father’s estate takes forty minutes. I spend every second of it rehearsing words I never wanted to say. I haven’t asked him for anything in years. Not since I walked away and swore I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of needing him. But Leah is out there somewhere, and I can’t find her alone. Not against people like Damien Cross. I punch in the gate code. The long driveway feels longer than usual,. The house still looks cold. Empty. The same as it always has. I sit in the car for a full minute after killing the engine, staring at the front door. Then I force myself out and walk inside without knocking. My father is in his study, tablet in hand. He glances up, expression unreadable as ever. “Ethan.” He sets the device down. “This is unexpected.” “I need men,” I say without preamble. “People who can move quietly. People with no connection to Damien Cross.” He leans back, eyebrow raised. “Why?” “I can’t tell you that.” “Then I can’t help you.” “Fat

Chapter Two hundred and thirty

DAMIEN'S POV The room feels too small with all of us in it. I stand by the window trying to keep my face blank, but my blood is boiling. Ethan just pulled Leah into his arms like he’s the only one who’s allowed to care. Like I didn’t risk everything to get her back. I watch her lean into him. I watch her close her eyes for a second. It feels like someone is twisting a knife in my chest. Leah stands there looking pale and tired. The bruise on her cheek and the cut on her lip make my hands itch to hit something preferably the people who put them there. "Leah," Mom says softly from the other couch while she holds Sophie. "You should sit down. You've been through hell." Leah sits and winces. Emily gives her water. The silence in the room is thick. Ethan is staring at the floor like he’s barely holding it together. I haven’t moved. I know I look cold. Controlled. That’s the only way I know how to be when everything is falling apart. "I'm sorry," Leah says, her voice rough. "I didn'

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