Chased by My Possessive Ex (Dylan) novel Chapter 55

I drank the whole glass of whiskey before slamming my body against the couch. These past few days have been exhausting. Just when I thought everything was going smoothly, unexpected things happened.

Honestly, it wasn’t surprised at all. I was actually afraid this would happen. But what I didn’t calculate was that it would happen sooner.

I have been pushing my marriage alliance with the Velasquez clan. I don’t need their power. I’m powerful as it is. But I needed their connection to bring down a syndicate that has been pestering my city for quite some time now. I need to infiltrate their operation. According to my sources, the Velasquez clan was the one protecting those groups. When the war starts, it will be messy. And I need to get Dylan out of the city in order to protect her.

I didn’t have plans of interfering with her life. I’m contented loving her from afar. But my plan changed the moment I saw Dylan in that bar. And when I figured out that she had already divorced her husband, I couldn’t let that opportunity pass. I have to make her mine no matter what the cost.

I blew out a long, frustrated breath as I pressed my fingers into the bridge of my nose, trying to ease the tension pounding behind my eyes. I’d been patient for years–too patient. I stepped back when she chose to be with that man; I let her build a life far from mine, convinced I could keep my distance and still protect her.

But patience had its limits.

The moment she came back into my life, every thread I’d been clinging to snapped. I wasn’t going to lose her again. Not to fate, not to idiots who couldn’t follow orders, and definitely not to men who thought they could touch what was mine.

My phone vibrated on the table.

One of my men spoke the moment I answered, his voice thin with panic. “Sir–there’s been an attack.”

My hand stilled.

“What attack?” My voice dropped, low and cold.

“The convoy on the way to the airport… it was ambushed by armed men. They didn’t even stop to negotiat sir. They opened fire immediately.”

My heart thudded once–slow and heavy. “Where is she?” I asked, keeping my tone flat.

Silence stretched on the other end.

“Speak.”

“Sir… the gas station blew up.”

A slow, numbing chill crawled up my spine.

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“They found… pieces. Bodies scattered after the explosion. Your men. And… one woman.”

My grip tightened around the phone until my knuckles cracked. Every pulse in my body roared with a fury I hadn’t felt in years.

My vision went dark at the edges.

He kept talking, but I barely heard him–just fragments cutting through the rush of blood in my ears.

“We can’t confirm identities yet.”

“There was nothing left intact.”

“We’re still searching. But I’m afraid, Madam—”

I forced in a breath, sharp and dangerous. I don’t want to accept what he’s about to say next. I refuse to believe she’s gone. “Listen to me,” I said, each word carved out of steel. “Find her. I don’t care if you have to flip the entire place inside out. I want every inch of that area searched. Every camera pulled. Every witness dragged to

me.”

“Yes, sir-”

“Find her. Alive,” I said, my voice dropping to something lethal. A muscle jumped in my jaw. “I will burn everyone who’s responsible for this. To the last fucking man.”

There was no patience left in me.

No restraint.

No distance.

Only one thing mattered now.

Dylan.

I ended the call with one harsh snap of my wrist. The phone hit the table and skidded across the wed For a moment I just stood there–motionless, breathing too slowly, too evenly. That kind of calm was always sign I was about to lose it.

I turned toward the windows, jaw tight, eyes staring at nothing and everything at once.

She couldn’t be gone.

Dylan couldn’t be gone.

I had felt her slipping away so many times before–but this was different. This wasn’t distance or bitterness or a fight we could patch up. This was death hunting her down, trying to tear her from me before I even had the chance to keep her.

And I wasn’t going to let that happen.

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A sharp knock jerked me from the haze. One of my captains stepped in, sweat sliding down his temple, urgency written all over him.

“Sir–we have teams already scouring the highway. Another convoy is on the way. Local authorities were deployed. They”

I lifted a hand. “Tell me what you know.” My voice was flat–100 calm.

He swallowed. “The car was riddled with bullets… then a second wave hit. We believe suspects planted explosives inside the station while your men were distracted. Blast radius was-”

“Large enough to wipe everything clean,” I finished softly.

He nodded.

“Do you know who attacked them?” I asked.

“We can’t be sure yet,” he admitted, voice low. “But our men have been sweeping every inch of the area.”

A slow, lethal calm settled over me.

“Get the car ready,” I ordered. “I’m going myself.”

He hesitated. “Sir–the area’s not secure-”

“Then secure it.” I didn’t raise my voice. I didn’t need to. My quiet was enough. “Because I know she’s out there.”

“And if she isn’t?” the captain asked, voice shaky.

My eyes turned hard. My voice was a promise. “Then you better make damned sure you find out what happened–or you’ll wish you were never born.”

He nodded quickly, fear flickering in his eyes.

I reached for my coat, shoulders rigid, every muscle wound tight as steel.

“Alert every allied family. I want whoever is behind this corner cornered before nightfall. Every sing Not a ghost left alive.”

“Yes, sir.”

I paused in the doorway, the storm inside me condensing into something cold and deliberate.

“Dylan’s alive,” I whispered. My words rang out like a verdict. “And until she’s in my arms again, I’m coming for everyone who thinks they can touch her.”

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A sharp knock jerked me from the haze. One of my captains stepped in, sweat sliding down his temple, urgency written all over him.

“Sir–we have teams already scouring the highway. Another convoy is on the way. Local authorities were deployed. They-”

I lifted a hand. “Tell me what you know.” My voice was flat–too calm.

He swallowed. “The car was riddled with bullets… then a second wave hit. We believe suspects planted explosives inside the station while your men were distracted. Blast radius was-”

“Large enough to wipe everything clean,” I finished softly.

He nodded.

“Do you know who attacked them?” I asked.

“We can’t be sure yet,” he admitted, voice low. “But our men have been sweeping every inch of the area.”

A slow, lethal calm settled over me.

“Get the car ready,” I ordered. “I’m going myself.”

He hesitated. “Sir–the area’s not secure-

“Then secure it.” I didn’t raise my voice. I didn’t need to. My quiet was enough. “Because I know she’s out there.”

“And if she isn’t?” the captain asked, voice shaky.

My eyes turned hard. My voice was a promise. “Then you better make damned sure you find out what happened–or you’ll wish you were never born.”

He nodded quickly, fear flickering in his eyes.

I reached for my coat, shoulders rigid, every muscle wound tight as steel.

“Alert every allied family. I want whoever is behind this corner cornered before nightfall. Every single on Not a ghost left alive.”

“Yes, sir.”

I paused in the doorway, the storm inside me condensing into something cold and deliberate.

“Dylan’s alive,” I whispered. My words rang out like a verdict. “And until she’s in my arms again, I’m coming for everyone who thinks they can touch her.”

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The drive back to the mansion felt like slicing through a storm. By the time I stepped into my office, my men were already gathered around the table, screens glowing, maps pulled up, and surveillance feeds running. The air was thick with dread.

My second–in–command met my eyes first. One look told me he had news–and not the kind anyone wanted to give me.

“Spit it out,” I muttered, shrugging off my coat.

He clicked a remote. Footage came up–fires in the warehouse district, bodies on the street, gunshots still echoing in the night. My territory is in absolute chaos.

“Sir, we found something.”

I lifted my head slowly. “Say it.”

He handed me the folder with both hands, like it was a live explosive. “The signatures match the same group responsible for the warehouse fires. The port ambushes. The shipment raids. All of it.”

My jaw tightened. “Which clan?”

He hesitated. And that hesitation alone told me exactly who.

“The Rojos, sir.”

A heavy, boiling silence settled over the room.

Of course it would be them. After everything I’d dismantled–every racket, every dirty stream of money,

inch of power I stripped from their dying empire–they finally crawled out of their hole for revenge.

every

“And the hit on Dylan?” I asked, though I already knew the answer.

“They meant it specifically for her,” he said, voice fading. “They wanted to hurt you where you’d bleed the hardest.”

My fingers curled around the edge of the desk until wood cracked beneath my grip.

So that was it.

They couldn’t get to me.

So they went after the one woman I’d never survive losing.

All the years I’d kept my hands off her. All the distance I forced between us. All the chances I thought I giving her to choose a life without me… And still, somehow, she got dragged into my shadows.

A slow burn lit in my chest, spreading through my veins like fire.

“They think I’ll break,” I murmured. “They think hitting her will bring me to my knees.”

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“Sir,” he said cautiously, “we believe this was a direct message. They want you unstable. Reckless. They want. you to make a mistake.”

I stood up so sharply my chair slammed into the floor.