Chased by My Possessive Ex (Dylan) novel Chapter 81

Chapter 81

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I flinched the instant the violent crash ripped through the quiet outside, the sound tearing through the air like glass shattering inside my skull. My body reacted before my mind could catch up, trembling so hard my muscles seized as if bracing for impact. My breath hitched, sharp and painful in my chest, and then the gunshots followed.

My heart leapt straight into my throat, pounding so violently it felt like it might break through my ribs. The air around me thickened, heavy and suffocating, as if the room itself was closing in. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t pull in enough oxygen. My hands started to shake, fingers curling in on themselves as panic crawled up my spine and wrapped itself around my nerves.

Then my mind collapsed inward, flooded all at once with memories that didn’t belong to the present. The force of them hit me like a tidal wave, so sudden and overwhelming that a scream tore from my throat before I could stop it.

Pain stabbed through my head, sharp and blinding, as if something inside me had been ripped open. Familiar images poured in without mercy-blood-stained pavement, flashing lights cutting through darkness, voices screaming in terror, and the echo of sirens bouncing inside my skull. Faces blurred together in panic. Shadows moved where they shouldn’t exist. The phantom smell of smoke and metal filled my senses, thick and choking, even though I knew I wasn’t really there.

My body remembered before my mind could fight back.

My heart raced like it was running for its life. My knees weakened, barely holding me upright. My skin felt too tight, too sensitive, as if every nerve ending was on fire. The memories didn’t come gently; they crashed into me with violent force, dragging me under, refusing to loosen their grip.

I pressed my hand to my temple, trying to ease the agony that was spreading through every fiber of my being, but the pain only pulsed harder, deeper, louder.

My breath came in broken gasps as my chest tightened. Tears burned behind my eyes while my body trembled under the weight of memories I thought I had buried. The present and the past blurred together until I couldn’t tell where one ended and the other began, and for a terrifying moment, I didn’t know which reality I was trapped in.

All I could do was stand there, shaking, trying to survive a moment that wasn’t even happening anymore- while my heart relived it as if it had never ended.

Just when I was on the verge of collapsing, the door exploded inward with a violent crash that shook the walls, splintered wood flying across the room as the lock gave way under the force of impact. The sound cut through the chaos in my head, sharp and real, dragging me back from the nightmare flooding my senses. Heavy footsteps thundered across the floor, fast and urgent, and through the haze of fear and memories, I

saw him.

Hunter.

He burst into the room like a force of nature, his presence filling the space with raw intensity and controlled fury. His chest was heaving, his eyes wild and desperate as they locked onto me, scanning my body in a panic

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that mirrored the storm in his face. Relief and terror collided in his expression as he crossed the room in seconds, dropping whatever weapon he was holding as soon as he reached me.

“Dylan,” he said, my name breaking from his lips like a prayer and a curse all at once, his voice thick with emotion and barely restrained rage.

His hands were on me instantly, firm but gentle, gripping my arms, my shoulders, and my face, as if he needed to feel that I was real, that I was alive, and that I was still here. His touch grounded me in a way nothing else could, anchoring me to the present when my mind was still drowning in the past.

“You’re safe,” he said, his voice low and fierce, each word heavy with promise. “I’ve got you. I’m here. I’m sorry it took a while.”

The strength in his voice fought against the terror still clawing through my chest, but my body hadn’t caught up yet. I was still shaking, still frozen in place, still trapped in the echo of fear and memories that hadn’t released me. My knees buckled, and before I could fall, his arms wrapped around me, pulling me hard against

his chest.

He held me like he was afraid the world itself might try to take me away, one arm locked around my back, the other cradling my head, pressing my face into his shoulder. I could feel his heartbeat through his chest, fast and powerful, proof of life, proof of reality, proof that I wasn’t alone.

“I’ve got you,” he repeated, over and over, his voice breaking through the noise in my head like a lifeline. “I’ll never let anyone harm you ever again.”

My body finally gave in.

The strength drained out of me all at once, fear and exhaustion crashing together as I clung to him, my fingers gripping the fabric of his shirt like it was the only solid thing left in the world. My breath came in ragged sobs against his chest as the terror slowly loosened its grip, replaced by the overwhelming relief of knowing he was here, that I wasn’t trapped anymore, that the nightmare had an ending.

We moved through the wreckage of the room together, Hunter’s grip tight around me, his pace urgent but careful, navigating the splintered wood and overturned furniture as if nothing could stop us. Every step was a battle against the panic that still trembled under my skin, but the presence of Hunter beside me was a tether to reality, grounding me in the fact that we were leaving, that we were moving toward safety.

The hallway beyond the shattered door was dimly lit, shadows stretching like fingers along the walls, and each step echoed too loudly, reminding me that danger could be lurking in every corner. I kept my eyes fixed ahead, willing myself to breathe, to trust that Hunter’s strength would carry us through. He never let go, never faltered, and his determination bled into me, steadying the tremors that refused to leave my body.

Then, at the far end of the hall, my eyes caught movement, just for a second, and my stomach dropped. Beckett. He was there, slumped against the wall, his body slick with blood, his face twisted in pain and rage both. The sight froze me in place, every muscle tightening instinctively.

I remember all the things he did, all the lies he told me, and I know I shouldn’t feel any mercy towards him.

Hunter noticed the moment I stiffened, his head snapping toward the shadowed figure, eyes narrowing, jaw tightening. He pressed me closer, a silent warning, but I couldn’t tear my gaze away. Beckett’s breathing was ragged, shallow, yet there was a defiance in the way he lifted his head, a cold, dangerous fire glinting in his bloodied eyes. It was a grotesque, haunting echo of the man who had tormented me.

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The feed flickered, then sharpened. Shapes bloomed faintly in the infrared-furniture, walls, and the residual warmth of recent movement. Then, just for a second, something shifted.

“There,” one of my men muttered. “Basement level. That’s not structural.”

A hidden space.

My jaw tightened. Beckett hadn’t built that. He’d inherited it.

“Sub-level confirmed,” the voice continued. “At least three heat sources. Stationery. Armed, most likely.”

So the guards outside were the bait. The real threat was waiting underground, where screams wouldn’t travel and blood wouldn’t stain the front porch.

Classic Velasquez.

I closed my eyes briefly, steadying my breath. Somewhere in that house, Dylan was counting steps, watching shadows, and pretending not to be afraid. The thought sharpened my focus until everything else faded.

“Change of plan,” I said. “Team Alpha, breach west. Team Bravo, secure basement access. I’m going in with Alpha.”

“Boss-”

“I said I’m going in.”

No argument this time.

The men moved, splitting cleanly, disappearing into the dark. I followed, every step measured, every sound calculated. The house loomed closer, lights glowing warmly behind glass like an invitation.

A lie.

My hand tightened around my weapon.

“Dylan,” I thought, fierce and silent. “Hold on.”

Because if the Velasquezes had built this place to trap monsters-

They were about to find out what happens when a worse one comes knocking.

We moved in sync, shadows sliding between trees and stone. Gravel crunched once under a careless boot- then nothing. A guard never even had time to turn. He went down silent, eased to the ground like sleep had claimed him. The second followed moments later, surprise frozen on his face.

“Perimeter clear,” Alpha whispered.

I didn’t answer. My eyes were on the house.

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Up close, it felt wrong-too warm, too alive. Curtains drawn just enough to glow. A porch light was left on like someone expected company. Beckett always loved performances.

“Basement access confirmed,” Bravo came through the comms. “Hidden stairwell behind the pantry. Locks are Velasquez-grade.”

“Of course they are,” I murmured. “Cut power. Then breach.”

The lights flickered once.

Went dark.

We moved.

Glass shattered inward, suppressed shots coughing twice-precise, efficient. I crossed the threshold with Alpha, the smell of gun oil and old wood filling my lungs. The house groaned softly, settling into silence again, like it knew what was coming and couldn’t stop it.

A hallway stretched ahead. Framed photos lined the walls-Beckett and Dylan, smiling, frozen in time. My chest tightened, anger burning hot and clean.

I tore my gaze away.

“Upstairs clear,” Alpha reported. “One hostile down. No civilians.”

“Basement,” I said. “Now.”

We found the door disguised as a pantry shelf. The latch was invisible unless you knew where to press. I did. Velasquez’s tricks were burned into my bones.

The stairs descended into concrete and shadow.

Gunfire erupted the second we hit the bottom-muffled, brutal. My men answered in kind. The space was tight and echoing; muzzle flashes stuttered like lightning. I moved through it like muscle memory, pain forgotten, focus absolute.

Three hostiles went down. Then four.

Silence returned, heavier this time.

“Clear,” Bravo said, breath tight. “One room left.”

A door at the end of the corridor. Locked. Reinforced. From inside, a faint sound-metal scraping softly against wood.

My heart slammed.

“Dylan,” I breathed.

I stepped forward and kicked.

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She was there on her feet, eyes wide, defiant even now. Free ankle. Shackles discarded on the floor like shed skin. For a split second, we just stared at each other, the world narrowing to that single point.

Then she moved.

And I caught her.

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I flinched the instant the violent crash ripped through the quiet outside, the sound tearing through the air like glass shattering inside my skull. My body reacted before my mind could catch up, trembling so hard my muscles seized as if bracing for impact. My breath hitched, sharp and painful in my chest, and then the gunshots followed.

My heart leapt straight into my throat, pounding so violently it felt like it might break through my ribs. The air around me thickened, heavy and suffocating, as if the room itself was closing in. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t pull in enough oxygen. My hands started to shake, fingers curling in on themselves as panic crawled up my spine and wrapped itself around my nerves.

Then my mind collapsed inward, flooded all at once with memories that didn’t belong to the present. The force of them hit me like a tidal wave, so sudden and overwhelming that a scream tore from my throat before I could stop it.

Pain stabbed through my head, sharp and blinding, as if something inside me had been ripped open. Familiar images poured in without mercy-blood-stained pavement, flashing lights cutting through darkness, voices screaming in terror, and the echo of sirens bouncing inside my skull. Faces blurred together in panic. Shadows moved where they shouldn’t exist. The phantom smell of smoke and metal filled my senses, thick and choking, even though I knew I wasn’t really there.

My body remembered before my mind could fight back.

My heart raced like it was running for its life. My knees weakened, barely holding me upright. My skin felt too tight, too sensitive, as if every nerve ending was on fire. The memories didn’t come gently; they crashed into me with violent force, dragging me under, refusing to loosen their grip.

I pressed my hand to my temple, trying to ease the agony that was spreading through every fiber of my being, but the pain only pulsed harder, deeper, louder.

My breath came in broken gasps as my chest tightened. Tears burned behind my eyes while my body trembled under the weight of memories I thought I had buried. The present and the past blurred together until I couldn’t tell where one ended and the other began, and for a terrifying moment, I didn’t know which reality I was trapped in.

All I could do was stand there, shaking, trying to survive a moment that wasn’t even happening anymore- while my heart relived it as if it had never ended.

Just when I was on the verge of collapsing, the door exploded inward with a violent crash that shook the walls, splintered wood flying across the room as the lock gave way under the force of impact. The sound cut through the chaos in my head, sharp and real, dragging me back from the nightmare flooding my senses. Heavy footsteps thundered across the floor, fast and urgent, and through the haze of fear and memories, I

saw him.

Hunter.

He burst into the room like a force of nature, his presence filling the space with raw intensity and controlled fury. His chest was heaving, his eyes wild and desperate as they locked onto me, scanning my body in a panic

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that mirrored the storm in his face. Relief and terror collided in his expression as he crossed the room in seconds, dropping whatever weapon he was holding as soon as he reached me.

“Dylan,” he said, my name breaking from his lips like a prayer and a curse all at once, his voice thick with emotion and barely restrained rage.

His hands were on me instantly, firm but gentle, gripping my arms, my shoulders, and my face, as if he needed to feel that I was real, that I was alive, and that I was still here. His touch grounded me in a way nothing else could, anchoring me to the present when my mind was still drowning in the past.

“You’re safe,” he said, his voice low and fierce, each word heavy with promise. “I’ve got you. I’m here. I’m sorry it took a while.”

The strength in his voice fought against the terror still clawing through my chest, but my body hadn’t caught up yet. I was still shaking, still frozen in place, still trapped in the echo of fear and memories that hadn’t released me. My knees buckled, and before I could fall, his arms wrapped around me, pulling me hard against his chest.

He held me like he was afraid the world itself might try to take me away, one arm locked around my back, the other cradling my head, pressing my face into his shoulder. I could feel his heartbeat through his chest, fast and powerful, proof of life, proof of reality, proof that I wasn’t alone.