The Stranger Behind My Orgasm novel Chapter 234

Chapter 234: AN INFORMANT ON THE INSIDE

Abigail

Different voices were swimming around me. Soft, worried murmurs drifted through the darkness in the distance.

"...could have made her faint like that?" Annette’s voice reached my ears, tight with exhaustion and fear. "She’s been holding it together so well, but after everything..."

"I don’t know," River replied, sounding drained. "Maybe it’s the stress from the racetrack, seeing Devin, the constant threats... it was only a matter of time before something gave. She’s been so strong."

My mind felt heavy and foggy, like I was swimming through thick maple syrup. Confusion wrapped around me like a second skin. Where was I? What had happened? The last thing I remembered was the parking lot... my car... a box...

The memory slammed into me with brutal force. Oh shit! Owen’s severed head. I could remember it all now. His lifeless, glassy eyes staring up at me from inside the box.

My eyes flew open with a sharp gasp. I bolted upright in bed, chest heaving violently, heart hammering so hard it felt like it would crack my ribs open. The room tilted wildly for several seconds. I was in my bedroom at Finnegan’s house.

But none of that mattered.

"No... no, no, no," I whispered frantically, hands shaking as I clutched the sheets. My vision swam with black spots.

The image of Owen’s head kept flashing behind my eyes — the way it had rolled slightly when the box tipped, the metallic stench of blood, the horror frozen permanently on his face... God, it made my stomach clench in nausea.

Finnegan was right beside me in an instant. He had a damp towel in his hand and was gently pressing it against my neck and shoulders. The moment my eyes met his, pure relief flooded his face, so intense it made his eyes shine with emotion.

"Abigail," he breathed, dropping the towel and cupping my face in both his hands, warmth radiating steadily through his palms. "Thank God. You’re awake. You’re okay, baby. I’ve got you."

I stared at him, still disoriented, the horrific scene of what I had witnessed crashing over me again in waves. My breathing came in short, ragged gasps.

"The box..." My voice cracked, rising sharply. "There was a box on my car. It had Owen’s head. I saw it. His eyes were open and staring right at me. He’s dead, Finn. They killed him. They cut off his head and left it there for me to find!"

The room went silent immediately. Annette and River, who had been standing near the foot of the bed, moved closer, their faces drained pale with shock and horror.

"Abigail, slow down," Annette said carefully, settling herself on the edge of the bed and taking my hand in both of hers. "What box? What are you talking about?"

Finnegan’s thumbs stroked my cheeks gently. "Breathe, Abigail. You’re safe. There was no box there. The security team found you screaming in the parking lot. You fainted. They didn’t see any box on your car. Just you collapsed on the ground."

"No!" I shook my head frantically, pressing hard against his chest.

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