All Chapters of The Single Dad Next Door Loves Me: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

I didn't answer immediately. Not because I didn't have anything to say, but because everything I had to say sounded insane the moment I tried to arrange it into words.My fingers pressed together, my jaw tightened as I leaned forward slightly, my elbows resting on my knees while I stared at the floor like it might offer me a better explanation than the one sitting in front of me.Lucas watched me carefully. “He has her.” I finally said, my voice lowered than I intended, strained in a way I couldn't quite hide. “I saw her with my one eyes. She's there, in his house and believe me when I say this. Something is very wrong.”Lucas didn't interrupt. He didn't nod either. He just waited. “I saw bruises on her arms, on her legs… she looked….” I exhaled sharply, dragging a hand down my face as the image forced itself back into my mind. “She looked like she was trying to say something without actually saying it.”That got a reaction. Lucas leaned back slightly, his brows drawing together as h

The prison guard walked up to the iron bars separating me from the rest of the world. He grabbed the door and then slid a key into the lock.“Looks like today is your lucky day, Bradley. You're free to go.” he smirked, “Whatever magic your lawyer worked, he's good.”Good. Pfft. Bruce wasn't as good as that, I was the one who made that happen. But I didn't plan to argue with him, instead, I grabbed the white shoes they had us wear in our cells, jumped off the double bunked bed and followed him.He led me straight down the hallway and past the other inmates and into his office.“Have a seat.” His voice was much kinder now, nothing compared to the demon he was out there in the prison yard.Nothing compared to the man who slammed a baton on another man's head just a few minutes ago before he got instructions to release me.“The things you came with… your belongings, they should be in the box there, check in that locker.’ He pointed over my shoulder, seated nonchalantly, legs crossed at h

“One way or the other, I'm leaving this place.” I whispered to myself but I was sure he heard me.“Look. I'm sorry.” Was his response, even when the smirk on his face showed he was in fact not sorry.“I thought you were a friend.” I said. Expecting that would help or at least trigger something in his emotions. “... I thought you were better than Ethan, how could you do this to me? You brought me here and now you don't want me to leave? You have other girls trapped here too? What are you— some kind of serial killer? What the heck is wrong with you?”He didn't speak, not for the first few seconds and then, boom, he bursted out laughing.“You're really funny,you know that?”I didn't know that. I wasn't trying to make jokes either so how could I have possibly been funny?“I'm not trying to be funny.”“Are you sure?”“And what's that supposed to mean?”“That you're funny.”“I'm not. I'm asking you serious questions here, what are you?” I paused, like a dramatic effect, and then exhaled, “i

The blood kept dripping.It slipped through Bradley’s fingers in slow, steady trails, darkening his skin before falling onto the wooden porch. For a moment, neither of us moved. The air between us felt thick, heavy with everything that had just happened...and everything that hadn’t been said.Then the door behind me creaked open.“Ethan?”Nora.I closed my eyes briefly.Of course.I turned slightly, instinctively shifting to block her view, but it was already too late. Her footsteps approached...quick, cautious...and the moment she stepped outside, she froze.“Oh my God.”I didn’t need to look to know what she saw.Bradley, bloodied.Me, standing rigid in front of him, fists still clenched, chest rising too fast.“Ethan, what is going on?” she asked, her voice low but sharp with alarm.“Go inside, Nora.”“No.” She stepped closer instead. “Not until you tell me why there’s a man bleeding at our door.”A rough, almost amused sound left Bradley’s throat.“‘Our door,’” he murmured. “That’

He returned shortly after. Just like he promised, with the belt he promised, only this time he had a visitor.As the door creaked loudly, I turned in it's direction, eyes wide with anticipation wondering what weapon he decided on.His feet made way first and then his upper body before the rest of him, along with the belt.“We have a guest, Mia.” He announced after he made his way in. My gaze shifted to what he could have possibly been talking about.Or who?And that was when I saw him.Bradley. His jaw line was a mess but it was the same recognizable Bradley, the man that made my life hell. Now, two devils stood before me.“Mia….” Bradley acknowledged me after he had walked into the room. His gaze shifted quickly from me, avoiding eye contact as hard as he could as he searched everywhere else except the suspended girl in the middle of the room.*So tell me. You said you can help me. What did you have in mind?” Ben turned to Bradley, they were both the same height, one more buff than t