Chased by My Possessive Ex (Dylan) novel Chapter 26

Chapter 26

Chapter 26

DYLAN

I quickly stepped out of the guest room and practically ran downstairs to check what’s going on. I’m worried that something bad will happen if I don’t interfere. Clearly, Hunter didn’t come here to talk calmly, judging by the battalion of armed men he brought with him.

As soon as I reached the last flight of the stairs, I immediately saw the door wide open, and Hunter was standing right across the doorstep. His men were standing behind him, holding their guns, waiting for his order.

“Hey, what’s going on here?” I shouted. I was about to walk towards them when two of Beckett’s men blocked

1. me.

“Dylan, go back upstairs. Let me handle this,” Beckett ordered without looking back at me. “And you,” he said towards Hunter, “What are you doing here? You’re on my property. You’re not welcome here.”

I saw Hunter smirk. And it wasn’t like the one he used to give me whenever he was teasing me. It’s that kind of smirk that was telling you not to mess with him.

“You’ve got something that belongs to me. I came here to get it. Let me have her, and we won’t have any problems,” Hunter said.

Beckett scoffs and puts his hands inside his pockets. “Nothing here belongs to you. Now, leave before I call the police and sue you for trespassing. I suggest you leave now while I’m still being nice.”

Hunter chuckled, “That’s cute. You and your little threats.” He then looked behind Beckett, and our eyes immediately met. His gray eyes darkened. I couldn’t read what’s going on inside his head. He looks mad, but at the same time, he seems to be worried about me. “Let’s go home, little dove,” he said, and those endearments cause my heart to beat erratically.

Beckett’s hand shot out and shoved Hunter in the chest, the move fueled more by rage than strength–but Hunter barely budged. It was like trying to move a mountain with your bare hands. He took the push like it was nothing, his broad shoulders tensing, but his face remained eerily calm. That was somehow more terrifying than if he’d lost his temper.

“My wife isn’t going anywhere,” Beckett growled, his voice laced with desperation. “This is her house. She belongs here. She’s mine!”

At the word mine, something flickered in Hunter’s eyes–dark, dangerous, and cold as steel.

“She’s not yours,” Hunter said, voice low and laced with warning. “You don’t get to claim what you’ve already destroyed. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’d like to bring my fiancée home.”

“You’ll have to go through me before you can take her.”

He took one slow step forward, towering over Beckett like a silent storm ready to strike.

“Let’s see about that,” Hunter said, his voice like thunder just before the lightning hits.

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Then, with a flick of his fingers, the atmosphere shifted. The men behind him–every one of them dressed in black and looking like they’d walked straight out of a high–stakes heist movie–raised their weapons in perfect unison. Cold, metallic clicks echoed in the air as safeties were removed.

Beckett stiffened. His eyes darted toward the armed men, clearly doing the math in his head–and realizing just how outnumbered he was.

“That’s enough, you two!” I shouted, shoving the two men blocking my way. I walked towards them and pushed them away to finally put some distance between them. I stand in between them, trying to calm the situation.

I know Beckett; he’ll never back down in a pissing contest. And Hunter, I don’t know anything about him, but something tells me he’s not the one you should mess with.

Hunter’s head snapped toward me the second I stepped right in the middle of them. I was facing him, so it probably looks like I was taking Beckett’s side, but that’s not it. I was only trying to calm him down so it wouldn’t result in any violence.

“Cut it, okay?” I snapped, stepping between the two of them. My chest was heaving, my heart racing from the chaos unraveling right before me. I turned sharply toward Hunter, eyes narrowed. “Let’s get one thing clear— nobody owns me. Not you. Not him. I make my own choices.”

Hunter’s jaw flexed, but he didn’t argue. His gaze, intense as ever, remained locked on mine. There was a storm behind those eyes, but he kept it leashed—for now.

Before I could say more, Beckett stepped in again, grabbing my arm with just enough force to make me flinch. “Dylan, go back upstairs,” he said through gritted teeth. “Let me deal with this bastard.”

But before I could even react, Hunter moved. His hand shot out and grasped my other arm, gentle but firm. “Let go of her,” he growled, low and dangerous.

And just like that, I was caught between the two of them–pulled in opposite directions like I was the rope in their twisted game of tug–of–war.

“Let

go of me–both of you!” I shouted, yanking my arms free from their grips and stepping back with fury blazing in

my chest. “What the hell is wrong with you two? This isn’t some fight over a trophy. I’m a person, damn it!”

Both men froze. For a moment, the silence that followed was louder than any shouting could’ve been.

Beckett looked stunned, his hand still half–raised in the air. Hunter’s expression had hardened again, but there was something else behind it–something I couldn’t quite name.

“I don’t belong to anyone,” I repeated, “I’ve spent too long letting other people decide my worth.”

“Okay, okay. If that’s what you want, I’ll let you have it. Go on, decide now whether you’re going to stay with your husband or with this stranger,” Beckett said.

I roll my eyes in annoyance. “Ex–husband,” I corrected. “You know we’re already divorced, right? So, please, quit calling yourself my husband. You’ve lost that spot the moment you chose her over me,” I said as I turned my eyes to Sarah, who was silently watching everything unfold.

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Beckett looked stunned as if I pulled a rug under his feet. I’m amazed how he can still be surprised whenever I remind him that we’re over. Does he really think that I will never be able to let go of my feelings for me? Was he expecting me to run after him and beg for his attention?

When I looked at Hunter, his expression stayed unreadable, but the slight curve at the corner of his lips. betrayed him–he was clearly satisfied with what I’d said.

Beckett’s jaw clenched. He opened his mouth, but I didn’t give him the chance. I pulled my arm free from his grasp, my touch lingering for only a heartbeat before stepping beside Hunter.

“I’m leaving,” I said, looking at Sarah next. Her eyes narrowed, but she said nothing.

Without another word, Hunter placed a gentle hand on the small of my back and started guiding me toward the door. The guards stood at attention, parting the way for us like they already knew–this war was over.

“Dylan!” I heard Beckett calling out my name, but I ignored it.

We continued to walk back to Hunter’s car. One of Hunter’s men opened the door for me. I remember him being one of the security who followed me when I went down the building to meet Beckett. I quickly noticed the bruises on his face.

I frowned and asked, “What happened to your face?”

He lowered his head; his eyes were looking everywhere but at me. “I had an accident a while

ago, madam.”

I knew he was lying when he took a quick glance over my shoulder. I turned behind me and found Hunter standing so close that I could smell his mesmerizing scent.

“Did

you do that to him?” I confronted him.

“My men know exactly what they’re getting themselves into if they don’t do their job properly,” he answered vaguely.

My eyes widened in shock. “Did you do that to him because of me?”

“His job is to protect and take care of you. We wouldn’t be in this situation if he had done his job properly,” he replied in between his gritted teeth. He was clearly pissed right now, and he was throwing daggers at his man.

“They did! I was the one who insisted that I wanted to talk to Beckett alone!”

I thought that was enough to clear the misunderstanding, but it seems like it only added fuel to the fire when I saw his eyes start burning in anger.

My eyes widened in panic when he suddenly grabbed the gun from the waist of one of his men and pointed it at the man we were arguing about.

“Should I just kill him so you’ll stop defending him and stop getting mad at me?” he asked seriously while his gun was pointing at the man.

This man was practically seething–every breath he took was tight and controlled, his body a coiled spring of fury. Rage radiated from him like heat, and I had no idea how to diffuse it. I could see it in his eyes: if no one

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stopped him, someone was going to get hurt. Maybe even killed. And that was the last thing I wanted.

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My heart pounded in my chest, and I knew I had to do something. I wasn’t sure if it would work, but I had to

try.

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