All Chapters of Off-Side Love With My Best Friend's Brother : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

WrenRyan shifted his weight, his presence behind me feeling like a solid wall. "How do you know it’s Marcus’s group?""Because I saw them," Theo whispered, his eyes wide. "Last night, I was coming back from the rink late. Around two a.m. There was a black SUV idling across the street from my apartment. No plates, windows tinted so dark you couldn't see a silhouette. It sat there for three hours, Wren. I watched from my window. Every time I moved, the headlights flickered. They were letting me know they were there."I felt a shiver crawl down my spine. A black SUV. The same kind of car that had been following me two days ago."They’re unhinged," Theo continued, his voice trembling slightly. "I saw the driver when they finally pulled away. It was one of Marcus’s guys—the one they call 'The Ghost.' They aren't just bullying you for a laugh anymore. This is coordinated. They’re isolating you. They’re scaring off anyone who might help you so that when they finally move in, you’ll be comple

WrenThe creak of the floorboard hadn’t even fully faded before Dani reacted.He didn’t just step in front of me; he became a wall of muscle and pure instinct. With a brutal, sweeping motion, he shoved me sideways, sending me crashing onto the floor behind the heavy leather sofa.“Stay down!” he roared.In the next microsecond, Dani launched himself into the pitch black toward the dining room opening.What followed was a terrifying, chaotic symphony of violence in the dark. I pressed myself against the floor, my heart hammering so hard against my ribs it felt like it would burst. I heard the sickening, heavy thud of a fist connecting with bone, followed by a low, guttural snarl from Dani. A chair crashed to the ground, splintering into pieces.Desperate to help him, I scrambled to unlock my phone and flipped on the flashlight, aiming the beam toward the noise.The chaotic arc of white light sliced through the darkness, catching a terrifying fraction of a second in real-time: Dani had

I couldn’t look up.Every muscle in my body froze into blocks of solid ice. My gaze was locked onto the glowing screen of my phone, staring at the night-vision feed of myself staring at the glowing screen of my phone. It was a loop of pure, unadulterated horror.If I moved my head, if I let out the scream tearing at the back of my throat, if I even looked up at the plastic smoke detector mounted to the ceiling molding above the bed, I would give him exactly what he wanted. He was out there in the dark, watching my chest rise and fall in real-time.My heart hammered so violently I was certain the microphone on the hidden camera would pick it up. Slowly, centimeter by agonizing centimeter, I slid my left hand out from beneath the duvet. I lowered it over the edge of the mattress until my trembling fingers brushed the thick, warm fabric of Dani’s shirt.I gripped his shoulder, squeezing down with everything I had.Dani was awake in a microsecond. He didn’t make a sound.. no, his survival

WrenIf jealousy was a color, I was currently a very loud, very ugly shade of fucked up neon green.I sat at the kitchen island of the ultra-modern penthouse, aggressively stabbing a fork into a bowl of fruit. Across the room, Dani was leaning against the counter, completely oblivious to my internal crisis. He was wearing nothing but grey sweatpants, his dark hair messy from sleep, looking so ridiculously handsome it felt like a personal insult."You're going to murder that melon, Wren," Dani observed, a faint, amused twitch at the corner of his lips."The melon knows what it did," I muttered, chewing viciously."Right." He poured himself a cup of coffee, his broad, bare shoulders flexing. "Are you going to tell me why you've been glaring at the toaster for the last ten minutes, or should I call a priest to exorcise it?""I am not glaring," I said, putting my chin in my hand and puffing my cheeks out. "I'm perfectly fine. Peaceful, even. Floating on a cloud of serenity."Dani slowly s

WrenThe heavy silence of the private elevator ride back down to the penthouse was deafening. Dani’s hand remained firmly anchored on my hip, his grip a warm, solid reminder of the promise he had just made. He had drawn a line in the sand against Chloe, against his family’s elite circle, and against anyone else who dared to treat my safety like a minor inconvenience.But as the elevator doors slid open to reveal the penthouse, the bubble of our brief escape popped.Ross and Ryan were clustered around the marble kitchen island, which was now covered in tablet screens, police scanner feeds, and printed blueprints of our old house. The air in the room was thick with tension and the bitter scent of stale coffee.Ross looked up, his eyes dark and shadowed with exhaustion. He looked at Dani’s hand on my waist, his jaw tightening almost imperceptibly, before he forced his gaze up to my face."Miller’s arson team finished the preliminary sweep of the house," Ross said, his voice flat. "The e