Stalked By My Boyfriends Best Friend のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 281 - チャプター 290

Jace POVWhen we get back to the clubs, I take her straight upstairs. That’s when the problem starts. I can already see it in the way she sits down, shifting restlessly, like the energy under her skin won’t settle.“Firefly, I need to work,” I explain, watching her closely.“That’s fine. I can wait for you.”I wish it were that easy. “I need to lock you back in the room.”Her head snaps up, eyes narrowing. “Are you fucking joking, Jace?”“I’m serious. You’re fine now, but that doesn’t mean in ten minutes you will be. So you either go in the room, and I lock you in where you’re safe, or you stay with me all night.”Her arms cross, her glare is sharp and challenging. “You can’t fucking force me.”She believes that? I move before she has the chance to fight back, grabbing her, lifting her as she screams and kicks. Carrying her into the room, I shove her onto the bed and move quickly, slamming the door shut and locking it before she can get back up.“Jace, please.” She pounds on the door,

Jace POVI would rather she talk through her feelings, but I know that won’t help. Asking her to tell me now, when she is already a mess from withdrawals, was wrong, but I needed to know. Now that I do, I don’t want to wait around anymore.The moment she falls asleep, I’m leaving to track down Dale’s dad.Once we get downstairs, I step into the room and lock the door behind me. I hit the button to indicate the room is in use, then set her down.“Strip everything but your lingerie.” I kiss her cheek and step back.I see the frustration in her eyes. She thinks I’m not going to fuck her. I plan to, just not right away. If she’s covered, it’s harder for her to push me to give her what she wants.Stepping away, I walk around the room and collect some items. I have a plan in my head, we’ll start with her kneeling. I’ll blindfold her and restrain her arms behind her back. The plan is to use the candle first while she’s kneeling. It gives me access to her shoulders, neck, breasts, and thighs.

Jace POVWalking into the office, Rich looks up at me, already expecting what I’m about to say.“We need to track them down,” I say, and he nods without hesitation.“Figured you would say that. Someone’s been keeping an eye on their places. His dad went back to his apartment. He’s there now.”I stand without another word, and Rich follows me out.“What’s your plan, Jace?”Laughing, I glance at him. “To kill them. What else would it be?”Sighing, he shakes his head. “Yeah, but maybe hold off on killing him. He’s the only one who can get Dale back.”He’s right about that. “Fine. I guess I’ll just torture him for days instead.”Rich chuckles. “I’ll help. I have a few new techniques I’ve been wanting to try.”I glance at him. “You’re fucked in the head.”He smirks. “Of course I am. Were you expecting me to be all sane and suggest we sit down and talk it out? Maybe bond over painting each other’s nails?”“Maybe not the sane part, but the painting nails thing sounds like something you’d act

Jace POV **Contains themes of torture**Dale exhales sharply, his gaze flicking between me and Rich, weighing his options. He knows he’s screwed, but there’s still that smugness clinging to his face like he thinks he’s got a way out.“You think this is the end?” he taunts, voice strained but still cocky. “You think taking me out here changes anything?”I don’t answer. I slam the butt of my gun into his ribs, making him grunt as he collapses onto his knees. Blood drips from the corner of his mouth, but that twisted little smirk of his still lingers.Rich steps in beside me, shifting his grip on his gun. “We taking him now?”“Yeah,” I say, voice tight. I grab Dale by the collar, yanking him up roughly. “On your feet. We’re not done.”Dale laughs through his pain, spitting blood onto the floor. “Torture me all you want, Jace. You really think I’m gonna break?”I lean in close, voice low. “Oh, Dale, you don’t understand.” My grip tightens as I pull him closer. “I’m not looking for a confe

Serena POVI wake up slowly, the warmth of the bed pulling me into a false sense of comfort. For a moment, everything is still, and I feel safe. My body sinks into the soft mattress, the scent of Jace still lingering on the sheets beside me.When I reach out, the space next to me is cold. Empty. My eyes flutter open, and I push myself up onto my elbows, blinking against the dim light filtering in through the curtains. The penthouse is silent. Too silent.Jace is gone. I sigh, rubbing a hand over my face as I glance toward the door. I know where he is. I know what he’s doing. I also know, deep down that he locked me in here on purpose.I test the handle anyway and it doesn’t move. Closing my eyes briefly, I inhale through my nose before stepping back. Frustration bubbles in my chest, but I can’t even be mad about it. Not really.Jace has always been like this, protective, controlling. And after everything that’s happened, I can’t blame him for it. But that doesn’t mean I like it.I pac