Shelter
Stella
"Stella!" Lawrence's sharp voice pierced the fog filled the room. His large hands grasped my shoulders firmly, radiating strength.
"What's wrong with you?" He asked
I sagged into that solid grip, the familiar scent of cedar and sandalwood wrapping comfort close.
"Why didn't you call for me right away?" Worry carved new lines across his forehead. I reached up weakly to smooth them but Lawrence captured my hand instead, pressing a fervent kiss to each knuckle.
"I'm sorry," I rasped, shame heating my cheeks. "The memories attack me so suddenly...I tried pushing through alone rather than being a burden."
Lawrence's thunderous expression stilled any further self recrimination. "You are never a burden, my heart, especially when are in need." His voice dropped gruffly. "I should have
Bitter Truth Lawrence "It's trauma manifesting physically through unrelenting stress and night terrors. Her psyche struggles reconciling past and present so symptoms express that chaotic battle violently." Dr. Elias eyed me sternly, correctly interpreting my clenched jaw as reluctance accepting prognosis rather than poor bedside manner lacking appropriate sympathy for a patient's suffering. As though I felt nothing gutting out Stella's anguish firsthand! Wretched helplessness eroded legendary control facing such savage cruelty forged by human monsters and accidental tragedy alike leaving smoldering wreckage no amount wealth or power now repaired. "Her body and mind still screamed endless paying unbearable costs simply enduring hells I glimpsed merely edge of before sanity itself ripped asunder." He muttered. "So yes, professional detachment served copiously mixing business with boiling emotions unproductive getting the job done here." He added. I swallowed blistering retor
Building BridgesStella "Must you two butt heads at every turn?" I chided Lawrence and James lightly even as relief swelled seeing both here attending my convalescence after the lightheaded spell. Their answering stares flashed brief guilt like quarreling schoolboys caught bickering again by the stern headmaster. I hid smile behind polite cough - for hardened powerful men posturing worlds apart, a vulnerable woman's gentle opinion yet steered their prideful courses more than either cared admit. But I tread carefully that authority not become petulant demand stoking more discord. "Oh I won't swoon away just hearing civil disagreement between factions." I widened eyes playfully invoking frail feminine vapors. "But do go lightly where temper frays - this household survives no bloodshed marring fine carpets!"I hoped teasing their paternal protectiveness might smooth ruffled masculine pride. But Lawrence yet watched his prodigal brother wary as a distrustful mastiff despite masking i
The Unveiling Threat & The Unlikely AllianceLawrenceSomething sinister lurked in the shadows - I felt it in my bones. Stella's "accidents" came too frequently of late to be dismissed as chance. My jaw clenched imagining her lovely face marred by the motorcycle "mishap" last week. No, some hidden force orchestrated these attacks. I swore to unmask the threat and crush it, no matter how powerful. I dispatched more guardians to watch Stella discreetly, trusting few outside our pack now. Their reports painted an unsettling picture - "coincidental" run-ins with shady strangers near her favorite cafe, "maintenance" crews with questionable access to her building's wiring and pipes. Something foul festered behind the scenes, reaching tentacles into my company and properties even. A rat hid amongst us, answering to powers shrouded still.Bits and pieces hinted at one name whispered fearfully in underworld circles - Constantine. My hackles rose at memories from father's war stories - the b
Storming the StrongholdLawrence "James, let's talk straight," I said, the words bitter on my tongue. He raised an eyebrow, leaning casually against the paneled wall in a way that sparked boyhood resentments. I pushed them down, focusing on why I asked my estranged half-brother here. "Stella's stepfather concerns me. My contacts whisper he's wrapped up with dangerous men." I watched James closely, seeking any glimmer of recognition. But his face remained impassive.I clenched my jaw. The tauntings and privileges flashing through memory threatened to rupture fragile self-control. Breathing deep, I caught faint traces of Stella's jasmine perfume clinging to my shirt. Her serene face swam before me, a cooling balm against turmoil."Please, there are things I must know to protect our girl." The gruff words came harder than expected. "Rumors connect Carlo to powerful mafia families here and abroad."At this, a reaction - James shifted subtly, fingers flexing before resuming casual postur
Bonds Forged in FireLawrence "Why now?" I demanded, facing James across my desk. "After years of tense peace between the families, what drives Kemp to provoke open war?"James' expression was grim. "I wish I knew. But we must put aside suspicions to unravel his motives together."I scowled, reluctance warring with pragmatism. Each day brought new threats to Stella's safety. My lone efforts to shield her proved woefully inadequate. "Very well," I bit out. "For her sake, we combine resources until Kemp is eliminated."James nodded. "We'll need help from men we trust absolutely. Lucas and Simon for you. Grant and Shane for me." "Agreed. But this stays between us for now. The weaker Kemp believes our alliance, the more freely he will maneuver."We hammered out logistics and strategy late into the night. Uneasy truce held for Stella's sake, but old grudges simmered beneath the surface. When Grant and Shane arrived, I bristled under forced courtesy. Sizing up my potential weaknesses a
No Cost Too High & Prayers in the DarkLawrence"I won't let anyone hurt you, Stella," I murmured, brushing a stray hair from her face. She smiled softly, snuggling closer under the blankets. "My fierce protector. But don't carry the weight alone." Her fingers trailed down my cheek. "Promise you'll share the load, my love."I turned my head, kissing her palm. "For you, anything." I would move heaven and earth to spare Stella further pain. Even if it meant laying my soul bare and exposing sins better left buried.At dawn, I met Simon and Lucas on the mansion's veranda. Coffee steamed in hand, we reviewed reconnaissance on the day's targets - a shipment of illegal arms bound for Kemp's warehouses. Lucas unfurled building schematics, describing entry points and security rotations. Simon tapped known sniper perches surrounding the site. I listened intently, formulating an assault strategy to maximize chaos.We finalized plans just as James arrived, coffee in hand. His eyes narrowed thou
Ghosts of the PastJames"Do we have confirmation on the target's location?" I asked Carter tersely. My trusted guard nodded."Thermal imaging spotted movement in the upper floors of the downtown highrise. It's him."I exhaled slowly, feelings at war within me. After so many years, the mafia lord who haunted my family's past was finally within reach. But at what cost?"Have all teams check weapons and equipment again. No errors tonight." Carter withdrew efficiently, leaving me alone with my churning thoughts.So much bloodshed already stained these hands because of that monster. Good men lost, innocence sacrificed...was the path truly justified?Lawrence found me staring out the dingy safehouse window. "Second thoughts, brother?" he asked neutrally.I let out a harsh laugh. "Too many to count. What becom
Drawing BloodLawrence"Jackpot," I growled, peering through night vision binoculars. The unmarked semi-truck had just pulled into the shadowed warehouse depot. Lucas and Simon waited for my signal, ready to strike.I watched grimly as masked figures offloaded heavy crates onto dollies. Kemp's latest deadly shipment now ripe for the taking.When the truck pulled away empty, I gave the hand signal. My men swept in to secure the area, fanning out in smooth formation. So far, so good.The dull thud of an explosion breached the night - Lucas detonating the locked warehouse doors. In we slipped, guns sweeping for any guards foolish enough to stand in our way.Clear. I strode forward, prying open a crate with my knife. Packets of white powder glinted under the flashlight's beam. "Burn it all. Leave nothing but ashes for Kemp."