My Dad's Bestfriend

Chapter 233

Jacob

Joey's plan was simple-brutally simple.

He couldn't track the exact location, so he mapped every place his system failed to read. He marked out that dead zone-357 meters of nothingness—and in that blacked-out stretch, we had a chance of finding Evelyn.

I had Oliver with me—one of Joey's sharpest minds—and Francesca. Joey split us into six teams, scouring the perimeters with agonizing precision. No leads yet, but we couldn't rush. Any frantic move could spook Tyler. And if Tyler got spooked, Evelyn could disappear forever.

Then my phone rang.

An unknown number flashed across the screen. My heart flipped. Oliver's eyes met mine-sharp, alert. He nodded once and instantly relayed the number to Joey. If there was even the smallest chance of a trace...we had to take it.

I answered.

"Jacob..." A voice. Her voice. Familiar. Fragile.

In an instant, years of torment bled out of my chest. It felt like oxygen flooding into lungs that had been drowning for days. Like someone handing me water on a desert island.

"Evelyn..." My voice cracked. "Baby, are you okay? Where are you? Did he hurt you?"

A thousand questions threatened to spill, but I swallowed them down. I didn't have time. I just needed to get to her. I needed her in my arms, safe, alive, breathing against my neck while my hand rested on that baby bump.

She belonged with me-not trapped in some hellhole with that sadistic bastard.

"I'm fine, Jacob," she whispered. "I don't have much time. He could come back any second. Chloe's with me—she's trying to help me get out."

Chloe. That name sent venom through my veins.

"No. Evelyn, you can't trust her. She could be screwing with you-don't fall for it."

"Jacob-calm down," she said gently, but her fear was audible. "She gave me this phone to call you. Tyler's blackmailing her too. She's not working with him—she's trying to fix what she broke. I trust her."

I could hear the exhaustion in her voice, the sheer weight of what she was carrying.

"How are you?" she asked, so softly it hurt.

A bitter laugh escaped me. "You're asking me? Evelyn, how the hell do you think I am when you're trapped with that monster?"

Silence. Then, she sighed. "I'm sorry. I should've listened. I never should've left

the house. But Jacob...I was tired. Tired of living like a ghost, scared all the time. I just wanted to breathe to not feel like I'm being watched."

Her voice broke, a sob cracking through the line.

"I put us all in danger. I'm sorry, Jacob. I'm so, so sorry."

"Don't," I whispered. "Don't blame yourself. None of this is your fault. I swear, baby, we're coming for you. Just hold on—"

coming back. And if he moves us again...you'll never find me. I'll never see you. I'll

Her voice shattered.

My heart fucking plummeted.

out? You don't know

She knows a way out." "Evelyn,

have a choice," she snapped, and then steadied herself. "Once we're out, Chloe has her phone. You can track us. It's the only

won't risk either of yours," I growled. "After

voice came through the

"Jacob." Chloe.

I froze.

Tyler's not just dangerous- he's gone completely unhinged. He's planning something dark, and every minute Evelyn stays here,

hands trembled. My chest ached. The world tilted, noise fading into a low

was telling Evelyn to stay in that psycho's playground

beside me and placed a

man," he said quietly. "This might be the best chance we've got. If we get

move in. No time

thousand fears clawing

"Okay," I said. "But..."

silence on the line

"I've never

shred of humanity left in

Evelyn."

will," she breathed. Her voice was tight, "I'll protect her with my

***

Evelyn

Chloe said, shoving her boots toward me as she

"But these are "

have time to stress over shoes. I'm not pregnant. The ground outside's muddy and slipper f1 slip, bruise my back. But

We're not risking

s

around my swollen ankles, then wrapped her

like a mother shielding her

she whispered.

lump rising in

it wasn't just physical. Maybe it Jacob of missing home. Of carrying the weight of Sienna's

the ache

why he didn't think we'd try it. But if we

hand, her grip firm as she led me toward the back. Then,

under the weight of her blows. It took six solid kicks before

Then-

A whistle.

Low. Distant. But unmistakable.

My blood turned cold.