All Chapters of Claimed By My Ex Boyfriend's Dad : Chapter 171 - Chapter 180

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The name is Merciless

Michael. Everywhere is eerily quiet. The guards patrolling the perimeters are gone. That's not a good sign; hence, I pull out my gun. Laura's walking ahead of me, but I halt her in her tracks with my hand on her arm. “Shhh…” I demonstrate. Immediately, she senses it too. Her eyes go wide, breath catching. Bones and the rest become quiet and arm themselves immediately, looking out for the threat as they stand strategically in the compound. Then the first bullet hits someone. A silencer. My eyes widen, and I dart my eyes around, alert, looking at the angle it's coming from. I see the shooter then, and with a growl, I shoot him too. But just as the boy tumbles to the floor, a rain of bullets starts, coming from hundreds of invaders and my men.My mind goes into overdrive immediately, and I drag Laura down so she uses the car as a shield. I focus on our targets, blasting them with bullets as they advance toward us, dressed in biker gear. I hurry to the limousine and pull up the

Raven Blue

Michael. I can't believe my eyes. My son, whom I've been searching for months, is right in front of me, but not as the boy I once knew. Now, he's here as an enemy. The realization makes me stagger. Emotions reel through me, making my eyes sting with tears. Is that how bad I failed in parenting that my son hates me so much, he's waging a war against me? “So it was you? That day in Times Square?” Laura's horror-struck voice echoes through the space. My eyes roam toward her, seeing her shake her head in realization. Meanwhile, Liam's just standing there, arms folded over his chest, watching us with hawk-like eyes. I hate that I'm incapacitated at this moment. Bones notices it too, given the look he's giving me. “Merciless? Is that what you changed to?” I finally speak again. His gaze falls on me, and he shrugs. Then. “A man isn't completely transformed until he changes his name. Besides, I hated the fact that I bear the name you gave me just as much as I hate you.” Hate, that

The dead man

Michael. No. This has to be a dream. There's no way the dead come back alive. Especially not when it comes to Raven Blue. I killed this bastard myself, I'm certain I did. So this is a figment of my imagination, nothing else. I'm hallucinating…Yet his disdainful laughter tears through my ears, grating on my nerves. A cruel awakening that this is real. Raven Blue is real. The bastard who sent his sister and lover after me. The monster who locked me in a tunnel, letting beasts feast on me. The bloodsucker who planned to send my son on a suicide mission at the age of ten. The fucker who murdered my best friend and his wife. He's alive. He's here. I can feel Laura's eyes on me. She's probably wondering who this man is, but she doesn't know he's the one who made her an orphan at the age of five. The beast she should abhor. Raven peers at me through one eye, the other one covered with an eye-patch. He's wearing a robe like he's royalty, and that irks me. In his hand lies a si

I am a god

Laura. Purple hair. Ah, I should've known Liam was closer than I'd thought. He's been watching all this while, striking from the shadows until he has crippled us.I'd sent him a picture of his father and me, thinking it would make him come back to his senses. What was I expecting? That a psycho can just change overnight into someone sensible, someone who sees reason and makes peace with it? Nah, I had so much hope for a lost cause. Liam didn't just return as a psycho; he returned as a monster. My body wrecks completely as I watch him banter with his father. He still thinks his father is the villain. God, I'm so ready to tell him the truth, but he's giving no room for that. Would he even believe the truth if I say them, given how much hatred clouds his heart? I don't ever think it's going to work, and that pains me. Now, we've been surrounded, crippled. The Faction is no more, the clan members completely destroyed. I don't know where help will come from. Every corner of the

Leave it open

Laura. My heart is shredded into pieces. Every breath I take reminds me of the horror I live in. It's been three days since we're in captivity, and for once, I've not set my eyes on my husband. I don't know how he fares. I wonder if they at least give them even a piece of bread. I try to delude myself that things are better. That they're okay, but that soul-wrecking, mind-crushing, and lungs-stiffling roars and screams resounding from the barracks tells me otherwise. It kills the hope in my heart that things are fair. They're not. Michael is suffering. Those screams are coming from him. They're torturing him, and every moment I hear it, I crumble all over again. I've not taken a bath in three days. I smell horrible, but I don't give a damn. I only cry into my pillow. I yearn for my husband. I yearn to give him support. Assurance that things will be fine. Yet, I see no way things will be better. I've tried all means I can to reach the outside world, but the internet is shut d

Special gift

Laura. The scent of nicotine wafts through the air as we clamber downstairs, my heart a drum in my chest. No one says a word to me, and I wonder why I've been called. As we reach the landing, we come across Liam. He pauses in his tracks, sizing me up from hair to toe. A smug smirk curls his lips. “I see you're adjusting fine.” His annoying voice echoes as he stands in front of me. “I was expecting you to be curled up on the bed and wailing from losing my father. But here you are, adjusting just fine. Dressed like a whore.” He snorts. “What was I expecting? Whores like you know how to fit into any man's life.” He knows the truth. He knows that I'm being forced into this, and yet he still chooses to twist the table around and taunt me. My palms itch to slap him, but I know I can't.The tears rush down before I can get a hold on them. “I'll never…cheat on my husband.” I spit with a harsh breath. He laughs in my face. “Husband? You mean that loser rotting in a cell is your husband

End his misery

Laura. It's getting worse than I thought. Horrible. I visibly tremble. My eyes flicker to Michael and back at the items on the table. It's the twisted gift he wanted to give me. Oh God. Oh, heavens.Things are about to escalate. Raven tugs me onto his lap, ignoring the tremble of my body. He makes sure my eyes are on Michael, whose gaze is a shade darker, seeing as Raven forces me onto his lap. The way his chest is heaving, I know Michael's minutes away from bursting apart. “Pick one, honey. Would you rather shoot him or divorce him? The choice is yours.” Instantly, Michael roars. “You can't force her to do this! You…can't…” his voice is lost to the groan of pain ratcheting his body. I weep. I sob. But Raven doesn't care. I look at the items about to spell my doom as my heart hammers against my ribcage.“I suggest you spare him the misery, though, honey.” Raven hums, twirling a strand of my hair between his fingers. “He's already in too much misery. Just an inch close to

A truthful master

Laura. Tension rises inside me. Grunts from Michael follow along with the rattling from the chains binding his arms to the back. My throat turns Sahara dry. I watch Raven. He's smiling, but there's no warmth in it. He's looking at me like a predator will a prey, and in this moment, I know that no idea will save me. My worst nightmare is about to happen. “Go on.” He gestures to the lingerie, the only fabric that holds the remains of my dignity. “I'd rather we consummate our union quickly…” “I.. but…” “No buts.” He cuts in, halting the words I'm trying to force out of my mouth. “Undress and bend over.” Holy heavens. He's…going to force himself on me. Before I can even make a move, Raven has me twisted and bent over to my waist. A sharp cry rips from my mouth as I struggle, but it's too late. He's doing it. The most horrible thing a woman would ever dream of. I hear the lingerie rip in two even as I struggle. Michael howls, thrashing against the chains. The cool air blast

Doubts

Liam. The bed squeaks underneath me as Igor thrusts hard into my ass, his balls banging against my asscheeks. He's claimed my lips over and over again in a heated kiss, soft groan accompanying his ministrations, but I feel nothing. I'm numb, limp in the arms of the man I suddenly found sexually attractive. The man who has questioned me over and over again about my loyalty to Raven. His fingers brush over my nipples as he pounds into my forbidden hole. My cock is flaccid, pressed into my torso. Right now, I don't feel the explosive sensation I usually feel whenever we're having sex. It's unusual. But then again, that's how I've been feeling since Laura said those things to me over a week ago.My mind has been jumbled, a battlefield of overlapping thoughts. It doesn't make sense at all that my own mother is one of the causes of my having multiple personalities. No, she didn't cause it. Since the doubt began to rim the edges of my mind, I've not heard a word from Dominus. He's b

I won't tell daddy

Liam. I squirm on the bed, eyes closed tightly. My head is pounding, aching. Beads of sweat soak my body. There are flashes of things going through my head like a broken record. It makes my chest heave. *Five-year-old me is seated in the car, the seatbelt fastened around me. My mother is beside me, looking pensive. I don't know where we are, but it's dark. I think hard and look around, my vision balancing in the dark, enabling me to see the vehicles in repair, some were hanging on car lifters, others stripped down to their frames. That's when I realized it's a garage. Daddy used to take me to the garage where he repairs his cars, too. Maybe we're here to see him? Or does mom want to repair her car, too? “Mom, why are we here?” I ask her, still looking around and swinging my legs. “Don't ask questions. Just sit there like I told you.” She snaps, her harsh voice making me flinch. I hate it when she talks to me like that. It makes me scared of her. But dad isn't like that.

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