Chased by My Possessive Ex (Dylan) novel Chapter 34

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I was relieved that Hunter decided to leave that awful situation. I’ve been wanting to get out of there as soon as I saw the two of them, but I don’t want them to know how deeply their presence affects me.

Hunter opened the car door for me, but he remained silent. And somehow, his silence bothers me more than the thought of Beckett and Sarah going on a date. That fact was already given. Sarah was Beckett’s first love, and now that I was out of the picture, I’m not surprised to see them picking up where they left off.

However, seeing Hunter with tight lips and a clenched jaw as we walked out of that restaurant really bothers

1. me.

Once he slid inside the driver’s seat, I couldn’t help but ask him, “Is everything okay?”

He didn’t answer. His hands gripped the steering wheel like he was trying to crush it, knuckles white. I turned slightly to face him, watching the muscle in his jaw tick as he clenched it again, harder this time.

“Hunter?” I said, more gently.

His eyes remained focused on the windshield, but his voice, when it finally came, was low and rough–like gravel scraping pavement. “Do you still want him?”

I blinked. “What?”

“Beckett,” he spat, like the name itself tasted bitter. “He was looking at you as if he still owns you. Does he?”

My breath caught. So that’s what this was about.

“Does he what?”

“Owns you,” he continued.

It irritated me knowing that he thinks somebody can own me.

“Nobody owns me, Hunter.”

“Then, why do you look at him as if you still have feelings for him?” He yelled at me as if his final fuse had finally broken down.

“I’ve been his wife for three years, Hunter. You can’t expect me to forget all the love I had for him right after our marriage ended,” I explained.

“You still love him?” He turned to me, and his eyes were dark, yet I could see a hint of pain reflecting from his

eyes.

“What kind of question is that?”

“A kind of question that you’re deliberately trying not to answer,” he replied with a cold tone.

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For a moment, I wast a loss for words. I don’t know how to answer him because, honestly, even I have no answer for that.

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I tried to find the same feeling I had for Beckett for the past few years, but I couldn’t find any. However, I still couldn’t state for a fact that I have no more feelings for him.

1 loved Beckett for as long as I can remember. He’s the only man I’ve known to love. So, how could a few days with Hunter erase all those feelings I kept for a very long time?

But as I looked at him, I realized something. Hunter made me feel things that Beckett didn’t. And to answer his question, do I still have feelings for Beckett? The answer is, I don’t know. Though one thing is for sure, this man beside me had already carved his place into my heart without me knowing it.

I was pulled out of my reverie when I heard his deep baritone voice, “Buckle up,” he ordered.

“What?” I asked, frowning in confusion, trying to catch up to what he just said.

“Put on your seatbelt, goddamnit!” Hunter barked, this time louder–firmer, with a sharpness that made my stomach flip.

Something in his voice made my hands move before my brain even caught up. I fumbled with the seatbelt, the metal clicking into place just as he slammed his foot down on the gas.

The sudden jolt shoved me back into the seat, my breath catching in my throat. The tires squealed against the asphalt, and the world outside the window became a blur of streetlights and shadows. My heart leapt into my throat.

“Hunter, what the hell is going on?” I asked, panic creeping into my voice. My hands were gripping the edges of the seat, knuckles white.

He didn’t look at me. His eyes were glued to the road, his jaw set so tightly I thought it might snap. The muscles in his forearms flexed as he gripped the steering wheel like it was the only thing keeping him grounded.

“Somebody’s chasing us,” he said through clenched teeth. “So hold on tight.”

That sentence alone sent a chill rushing down my spine. I twisted in my seat, heart thudding like a war drum, and looked out the back window. That’s when I saw them–headlights, moving too fast to be a coincidence. The black SUV behind us was weaving through traffic just as aggressively as we were, refusing to lose ground.

My mouth went dry.

“Who are they?” I asked, barely able to get the words out.

“Friends,” he answered, his voice tight. “But they’ve been tailing us since we left the restaurant. I noticed it a

few blocks back.”

I could feel my pulse thumping in my ears. I pressed my hand against the dashboard to steady myself as he took a sharp turn down a side street, nearly on two wheels. The car behind us mirrored the move.

“Jesus, Hunter! What kind of friend do you have?” I whispered, fear knotting in my gut.

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His hand darted to the center console and flipped it open, revealing a hidden compartment. Inside–cold steel. A gun. He didn’t touch it yet, but the sight of it made everything inside me twist into something cold

and real.

“Friends who liked to send a message,” he said, jaw clenched, voice like stone.

“And what’s the message?”

He looked at me briefly, just for a second–but it was enough to make my breath catch.

“That they’re out to get those who I cherish the most.”

I stared at him and gulped. Somehow, I forgot the danger that we’re in. All that mattered were his words. He cherished me enough for his enemies to send someone to kill me.

“But don’t worry, little dove. Pointing their guns at you was the biggest mistake they ever made,” he said. His words sound like a promise that he has every intention to keep.

Hunter’s knuckles whitened around the steering wheel as the car surged forward, tires screeching against the pavement. The city lights blurred past, a kaleidoscope of neon and shadow. Behind us, headlights loomed.

He took a sharp turn, the car lurching as we sped down a narrow alley. Garbage bins toppled in our wake, clattering loudly. The pursuing vehicle followed, its engine roaring.

Just when I thought things couldn’t possibly get any worse, the sharp crack of gunfire sliced through the air.

The sound was deafening.

I screamed without meaning to, throwing my hands over my head in pure panic. My heart pounded so hard it drowned out everything else. I braced myself, half expecting the searing pain of a bullet tearing through my body. But I remained unscathed.

I opened my eyes, my chest rising and falling in quick gasps.

I was still alive.

No blood. No pain. Just the sharp rush of fear coursing through my veins like wildfire.

Slowly, I turned around—and that’s when I saw them. Tiny spiderweb cracks spread across the glass, bullet marks etched like angry scars into the windows. My breath caught in my throat.

“They’re shooting at us…” I whispered, my voice shaking.

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