Lahat ng Kabanata ng My Boyfriend’s Dad Is My Gynecologist : Kabanata 121 - Kabanata 126

BethThe room was dim, but not dark.A single bulb swung overhead, casting shadows that shifted with every breath I took. My wrists were bound behind the back of a chair—tight enough to bite into skin, not tight enough to make me bleed. Ankles strapped to the legs with zip ties. My mouth was dry, but I wasn’t gagged. That would’ve made it too easy for them to forget I was still a person.I wasn’t sure how long I’d been here.Time felt slippery.I remembered the sidewalk. The bench. Levi’s voice in my head telling me to wait there.And then—The car. The hands. The missing shoe. A voice shouting. Asphalt scraping my knee. My phone—gone.Now this.Now them.Three men.Two near the door, flanking it like discount bouncers. The third—older, rougher, with a voice decayed from cigarette smoke and a suit that didn’t quite fit—was pacing with a phone to his ear.I didn’t know his name at first.But then he said it.“Mick.”My stomach turned.Whoever he was talking to… I didn’t have to guess.

StacyI didn’t knock.I didn’t hesitate.I slammed the front door open with a good hard kick and strode into the villa like I owned the fucking deed.Marble floors. Glass walls. Designer furniture that screamed money without taste.Figures.Madison was the first to see me.She stumbled out of the kitchen topless and wearing nothing but a bikini bottom and a sheer beach robe, pair of oversized sunglasses, tan lines too sharp and pupils too wide. Her jaw dropped when she saw me.“Oh my God, Stacy,” she gasped, grinning. “You came all the way here for me?”She launched herself forward like I was some kind of romantic grand gesture.I caught her by the wrists, twisted them together in one hand, and shoved her off with enough force to make her stumble.“Don’t fucking touch me.”Her mouth popped open, stunned. “What the hell is wrong with you?”Before I could answer, the real disease walked into the room.Tommy.Shirtless, sweaty, eyes glassy with whatever powder Madison had dragged back fr

BethZach didn’t say anything when he came back into the room.Just knelt beside me, pulled a folding knife from his boot, and sliced through the zip ties around my ankles. I hissed as the tension released, blood prickling back into my feet like a thousand hornets waking up at once.He glanced down at my shoe—just one, the other long gone—and slipped it off gently. “Easier barefoot,” he said quietly. “Just be quiet. It’s almost over.”I blinked up at him. “We’re moving?”He nodded once. “Just a change of location. You’ll be fine.”That wasn’t a promise.It was a command.I swallowed hard and nodded.Zach helped me to my feet, steadying me when my knees wobbled. The door opened, and the scent of oil and exhaust hit my nose as we entered a warehouse bay. I caught the edge of a white van, its sliding door open, and concrete glowing under cheap fluorescent lights.“Blindfold,” Zach said, holding up a strip of black cloth. “Just so you don’t know where we are. Sorry.”He didn’t give me a c