All Chapters of Stalked By My Boyfriends Best Friend: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Dante POVLucy’s left alone as Luna is wrapped up with Justin. She heads to the bar, and I follow.“Lucy,” I greet her, flashing a smile. She turns, her eyes lighting up for a second as she returns my smile.“Hi, Dante.”“I need your help with something,” I lean against the bar, trying to keep my tone light.“Me? Why me?” she asks, curiosity dancing in her eyes.Luna will trust Lucy over anyone else. She won’t listen to me or anyone from my circle. “Because I need you to talk to Luna. Help her realize I don’t exploit and sell women.”Lucy lets out a laugh, shaking her head. “That’s not going to happen. Luna isn’t the type to change her opinion easily, Dante.”She’s right. I’ve been banging my head against that wall for a year now, and she hasn’t budged. But there’s more to it than just stubbornness.“Why do you care?” Lucy asks, her tone softening slightly.“Because nights like tonight are awkward. It’d be easier if I didn’t have her hating me. It would be better if Justin and I could

Dante POVI walk back into my club, the familiar noise and lights surrounding me as I check in, making sure everything is running smoothly. My mind isn’t fully here, though. It’s still on Luna, still on what happened tonight, but I can’t let that distract me now. There’s business to handle, and I need answers.“Dante,” Callum greets me as I head toward the office.“We need to get Jason in here,” I say flatly, my mind already working through the implications of what Justin told me.“Jason? The one we know?” Callum asks, his brow furrowing in confusion as he follows me.“Yeah. According to Justin, he’s the main guy,” I explain, taking a seat behind the desk. I can see the frustration flicker across Callum’s face as he rubs a hand over it.“Well, he’s out,” Callum says, shaking his head. “No contact until tomorrow morning.”That makes it harder. I’m not in the mood for complications right now. “Get the guys looking for him. I want him in now. Everyone needs to find him,” I say firmly, wa

Luna POVI haven’t slept at all. My mind won’t let me. When he said he would finally show me who he was, I was so happy, thinking I’d finally see the man behind the mask—the one I had imagined, the one I had built up in my mind. But then reality crashed down on me like a wave.It was Dante.Dante.The one person I despise. The one man who never crossed my mind as a possibility in these past six months of being stalked. The moment his voice slipped, revealing that thick Scottish accent, I didn’t even need to see his face to know it was him. That was when everything shattered for me, long before he even took off the mask. That’s why I begged him not to do it—not to make it real. I knew it was Dante, and seeing him would only solidify that nightmare.I didn’t want it to be real. I didn’t want to face the fact that the man who read to me at night, who treated me so gently, was him. Dante, the one I hated. And now, how can I even process this? He’s Justin’s best friend, the one person who

Dante POVAfter talking with Lucy and sending out a few messages, I finally crash into bed. It’s been over twenty-four hours since I last slept, and everything about my life has shifted since Luna entered it. My routine used to be consistent—work nights, keep the women here safe, try to protect those on the street, handle the business. But now, it feels like I’m chasing shadows, digging through Luna’s past, trying to piece together the puzzle of who she really is.Tonight has been especially long. I’ve been chasing dead ends, trying to find out the truth about her mother’s death and who her father is. It’s like she never existed—no record of her birth, no trace of her past. According to the system, Luna—or Lena—was never born. It’s as if she vanished before she even had a chance to live. In some twisted way, it’s a good thing for her, but it makes my job harder. She clearly went to great lengths to disappear. That means those from her past won't find her easily.What’s more unsettling

Luna POVI can feel his gaze burning into me, and I hate it. I hate the way he’s looking at me right now, as if he’s already won—like he’s always had control. I should have known he was waiting outside, waiting for the exact moment I opened the door, and now here he is, standing right in front of me.“I’d be lying if I said no,” Dante replies, his voice calm but with an underlying edge that sends a shiver down my spine.I want to tell him to leave, to demand it, but before the words can even form, he steps closer, invading what little space was left between us. His gaze locks onto mine, and I feel trapped. If I just focus on his eyes, I can pretend—pretend that it’s my stalker, not Dante standing here. It’s easier to deal with him as a faceless fantasy, not as the man who I hate with every part of me.“You need to stop running from me, Luna,” his voice is soft, but the command is there, thick and forceful. “I’m not letting you disappear. Not anymore.”My entire body goes rigid. He doe