My Stepbrother's Dirty Little Secret novel Chapter 184

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Chapter 184

I heard her move, “You have women’s clothes in your closet?”

I stopped, my hand resting on the handle of the wardrobe as I looked over my shoulder at her. A smirk played on my lips.

“I have a habit of ripping clothes off women, Glanna. But I’m a gentleman, I can’t exactly have them/walking out onto the street naked,” I said, “So, I keep a stock, just in case. Various styles, all sizes.”

I didn’t look back as I walked toward the bathroom, I needed a shower again. I had what I wanted.

I had her trapped, her rules, pride, and all.

I spent four long hours at the Void, drinking and laughing with my friends while Gianna stayed locked in my private suite.

I had already handled the fallout. I sent a text to Vincenzo saying I’d found her near a public library, claiming she’d been mugged and her phone was gone.

That way, the trap would snap shut before she even saw it. Vincenzo or my father would force a security detail on her, and her days of sneaking into places like this would be over.

Things have changed tonight.

For the first time, thanks to my brother’s interference, I couldn’t just pull up a file and read her life story. I was flying blind. But as I sat at the booth, watching the smoke curl in the air, I realized I didn’t want to run a background check anymore. There was no sport in that. No hunt. It would be much more satisfying to peel those layers back myself, one by one.

As the early morning light began to bleed through the high windows, the Void started to empty. The music died down, and my friends filtered out one by one. I was finishing my drink when a loud argument broke out at the front entrance.

I stood up, adjusting my cuffs, and walked toward the commotion. A group of women-the strippers I’d ordered for the night-were standing in a circle, shouting at my guards. They looked tired, their makeup smeared, but they weren’t moving.

“Where is she?” one of them snapped, her voice high and angry. “The girl with the silver hair. She came in with us, and we aren’t leaving until we see her.”

I stepped into the light, “The party is over,” I said, “Get out.”

The woman who had spoken stepped forward. She was wearing a cheap fur coat over her costume, her eyes narrowed. “No. We know how guys like you work. We saw her go off with you. If she’s hurt, or if you’re holding her