Letting My Brother's Best Friend Take My V-Card

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PART 4-CHAPTER 179

JESS

Sirens pierced the air, a distant wail growing closer by the second. Red and blue lights flashed through the windows.

I wanted to feel relief, but I still had Bryan inches away from me. Someone had found me. I wasn't alone anymore. "Bryan, come out with your hands behind your head!" A booming voice echoed from outside, cutting through the silence.

For a moment, everything in the cabin froze. Bryan's pacing stopped, his back stiffened, and he turned toward the window, the flashing lights reflecting in his wild eyes. I could see his mind working, trying to process what was happening, and for a brief second, I thought- maybe he'd surrender.

But then his gaze shifted, slowly turning to

me. His eyes narrowed, and the rage that flickered across his face sent a cold wave of fear crashing through me. His lips curled into a snarl, his hands clenching into fists at his sides. The gun he held twitched, and I saw the fire of anger blazing in his expression. "You did this," he hissed, his voice low and venomous. "Why did you ruin this!?"

"No, Bryan, I didn't-" I tried to explain, but the words stuck in my throat as panic wrapped around my chest. I could feel the ropes binding my wrists tighten with every movement, but it didn't matter now. Bryan wasn't listening.

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didn't say a word as he circled me, his presence looming over me like a storm ready to break. My heart. pounded against my ribcage as I watched him, unable to move,

locking his arm around my throat in a

grip was tight, iron-like, squeezing the air from my lungs. I gasped, my hands instinctively fighting against

hot and ragged. "You think anyone else is going to save you? No.

legs, struggling with every bit of strength I had left. But it wasn't enough. His hold tightened, cutting off the last bit of air I had.

hear the police. outside. They were shouting something, voices overlapping in a chaotic jumble of sound. "Bryan, let her go!

My vision blurred, the edges going soft and gray, and my limbs felt made of lead. I tried to fight,

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voices, commands, and chaos. "Drop the

underwater. Bryan was still holding me, his body tense behind me, and I

was unbearable now. My chest burned with the need for air, but none was coming. My vision

could feel myself slipping, the darkness taking over, but I

lifted from my throat, but it was too late. My body crumpled forward, collapsing into the chair. I gasped, trying to suck in the air, but it felt

getting him down, about taking control-but it was all fading, distant. The cold air from the open door washed over me, and I felt myself

my eyes open, but my body

in my head-it was all too much. I couldn't