All Chapters of Claiming Daddy : Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

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

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

Drawing Blood  Lawrence "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." 

Striking the Source Lawrence  "Is this truly the only way?" James asked quietly, staring into the crackling fire.  I studied my half-brother's troubled face, sympathizing despite myself. "You know as well as I that Kemp leaves us little choice. His vileness has poisoned too many lives." James nodded slowly, eyes haunted. "I know. But after it's done, how do we live with ourselves? Where is the line between justice and vengeance?" I leaned forward, choosing words carefully. "The line blurs when evil men show no remorse. We act not in hatred, but resolution to protect others from sharing past agonies."   "Perhaps..." James trailed off. I clasped his shoulder.  "Trust that we do this for righteous purpose, not base emotions. Let Kemp's blackened heart guide nothing in ours." James managed a faint

Marco's betrayal   Lawrence  "Ready weapons - we move in silent as ghosts," I ordered tersely. My men checked their gear, faces grim.  The night embraced us as we approached Kemp's fortified compound, decades of instincts guiding our infiltration. At the perimeter fence, Simon clipped an opening and we slipped inside single file. So far, so good. We flitted between camera blind spots, toward a side entrance Lucas would hack through. Heartbeats thudded loud as drums to my sharpened senses. Almost there...then - screeching alarms shattered the heavy silence! Flashing lights bathed the grounds in menacing red as steel bulkheads crashed down, sealing exits. A trap! Jaws clenched, I whirled to face whatever came next. Blocking our only escape route, armed figures converged from the shadows. Kemp's elite guard.