Semua Bab Stalked By My Boyfriends Best Friend: Bab 261 - Bab 270

Serena POVThe heavy, drugged feeling lingers, but it’s shifting, fading into something else. My limbs feel sluggish, but my mind starts racing, thoughts sparking like live wires, jumping too fast for me to catch them. The dullness is melting, giving way to something jittery, something restless.I sit up too quickly, and my head spins. Dale is still beside me, watching, his expression unreadable. He looks satisfied, like he’s pleased with himself. My skin crawls, but the discomfort is quickly replaced by the need to move.“I need to work,” I blurt out. The words rush from my mouth before I even know I’m saying them. “I feel good now, I need to go out, make money.” My hands shake as I press them against my thighs. “I need to do something.”Dale’s lips twitch, amusement flickering in his eyes. “Sera, there’s nowhere around here for you to work.”“No,

JaceFrustration boils under my skin as I shove through the apartment one last time, rifling through drawers, checking the backs of cabinets, even lifting up couch cushions like some hidden note will magically appear. Nothing. Not a single fucking clue.I run a hand through my hair, turning to Rich, who’s watching me with his usual unreadable expression. “There’s gotta be something. People don’t just disappear without a fucking trace.”“If Dale planned this, he wasn’t going to leave you a damn roadmap,” Rich mutters, arms crossed as he leans against the counter.Exhaling sharply, my jaw clenches. “Then we check his dad’s place.”Rich nods, but before we can move, one of the women, Tasha, shifts uncomfortably from where she’s sitting. “Uh… you know Dale’s dad doesn’t live there anymore, right?”My head snaps toward her. “What?”

Serena POVHe presses a hand against my jaw, forcing it open. The pills hit my tongue, and his palm clamps over my mouth before I can spit them out.“Swallow.”I shake my head, tears spilling over. No, I can't, I won't!“Swallow, Sera.”I can’t breathe. My throat constricts, my body trembling violently. The panic is deafening, blinding, and consuming.His fingers pinch my nose shut.My lungs burn. I can’t—I can’t. I choke. The pills slide down my throat, and he lets go of me.I roll onto my side, gasping, coughing, my body convulsing. My nails dig into the sheets, the world spinning too fast.“Good girl,” Dale murmurs, brushing damp hair from my face. “See? That wasn’t so bad.”I let out a broken sob, curling into myself, the drugs slither through my veins, pulling me under. No, I'm not staying, I try to push myself up, but my body isn&r

Serena POVI wake up disoriented, my body heavy, my head thick with fog. My skin burns, hot and clammy, and the sheets feel suffocating. I shift, pushing them off me, but the second I move, nausea rolls through my stomach, sharp and relentless. My limbs feel weak, but there’s something else—something worse.Something is wrong, sitting up, my breathing is too fast, too shallow. My fingers dig into the mattress as I try to remember—where am I? My mind scrambles, but all I get are broken flashes. Dale. The cabin. The pills. The feeling of being pinned down. And then… nothing.Panic surges up my throat as I scan the room. It’s unfamiliar—dim lighting, a dresser against the wall, a chair, a locked, blacked-out window. My chest tightens as I try to make sense of it. This isn’t Dale’s place. This isn’t anywhere I recognize.I shove myself out of the bed, stumbling as dizziness hits me. My legs feel weak, my

Jace POVIt’s been days. At least two, maybe more. Every now and then, I’ve slipped away just long enough to bring her something to drink, something to eat, but she never wakes enough to take anything. She drifts between unconsciousness and erratic, frantic episodes that leave her shaking and gasping for breath against my chest.Now, she’s asleep again, her body curled into mine, twitching every so often as if she’s still fighting something in her dreams. Her fingers dig into my shirt, clutching tight like she’s afraid I’ll disappear if she lets go. I carefully shift her, before slipping out of the room.As soon as I step into the dimly lit hall, I let out a slow, exhausted breath. Rich is waiting just in the living area, leaning against the wall, watching me with an expression I can’t read. “How is she?” he asks, his voice low.I rub a hand over my face. “Still out of it. She wakes up sometimes,