All Chapters of Seducing My Dad's Best Friend: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

ADRIEN A City on FireThe tension in the city was thick enough to cut with a knife. I could feel it in the air every time I stepped outside. The streets that had once buzzed with life were now filled with an ominous silence, interrupted only by the distant sounds of sirens and gunfire. Each day brought new reports of gang wars escalating, innocent lives caught in the crossfire. My heart sank further with each headline I read or news bulletin I heard. This was no longer a city; it had become a battleground.Sitting in our living room that afternoon, I glanced over at Aries, who was scrolling through a news article on his phone. His face was set in a frown, evidence of the weight pressing down on his shoulders. Both of us had seen what this life did to the people of this city, yet here we were, playing our part in it. “Look at this, Adrien,” Aries said, his voice gruff. “Another shooting last night. A seven year old girl. Just like that, her li

DELIGHT Out of sight!I stared at my phone for what felt like the hundredth time that day, my patience thinning with each passing second. Aries and Adrien had promised to call as soon as the arms for Edgar were ready. It wasn’t just any arms deal—this was for Edgar, the ruthless Mafia lord of the Red Sect, and he was breathing down my neck with threats that didn’t feel empty.I couldn’t understand it. Aries and Adrien were never this careless, especially not with Edgar involved. They had assured me they’d handle everything, and all I needed to do was show up and pick up the supplies. But here I was, waiting like a fool, trying to calm my nerves.The silence was maddening. I tapped my phone, pulling up Aries’ number first. It rang and rang, but he didn’t pick up. Next, Adrien. Same result. I left a voicemail, trying to keep my tone even though I was fuming inside.“Aries, Adrien, it’s Delight. Where the hell are you guys? Edgar’s losing his patience, and so am I. If

ROCHELLE I escaped, but…..I felt the blood drain from my face as that sickening feeling settled in my stomach. “What do you mean? Please, just let me go,” I said desperately, my voice rising.The leader took another step toward me, invading my space. “Relax, darling. We just want to have a little fun.” He reached forward, his hands grazing my arm, and I flinched, horror coursing through me. Just when I thought he would let go, he forcefully kissed me. And then, he grabbed my boobs.“This is going to be fun,” he laughed.I wanted to scream, to call for help, but I knew it was useless even trying. It looked like they ran the show there, for no one who saw them treat me the way they did even bothered to look a second time.“Please! You don’t have to do this. I’ll do anything!” I cried, fear bubbling up inside. But they were enjoying my terror. Their grins were wide and unsettling, the cruel glimmer in their eyes telling me all I needed to know about th

 ROCHELLE                 Elena helped me! As Elena opened the door, I could feel the tension in the air and the fear crawling up my spine. We stepped out into the narrow hallway, and I held my breath, listening for any signs of danger.  Elena led the way, her footsteps soft against the floor as she moved cautiously. I followed, trying to mirror her every step, careful not to create any noise that could give us away. We reached the stairs, and as we started going down, the voices outside grew louder. I peered down at the entrance, my heart pounding in my ears. I could see the police car parked nearby, and the two men from the night before w

   ARIES               A lingering shadow! It had been a stretch of time, exactly three fucking year, since Rochelle’s death, but the ache still lingered in my chest like an open wound, pulsing each time I saw her name or a place we used to frequent. Adrien and I had thrown ourselves into our work, trying to fill the void she left behind, but nothing ever filled that emptiness. We were like ghosts in our own lives, floating through the days, avoiding the shadows of our past and the surface of our feelings.  Whenever we stepped out, women would approach—some bold, others coy—but all met with the same fate. Delight was relentless, using her beauty and charm in attemp