My Stepbrother's Dirty Little Secret novel Chapter 308

Chapter 308

Gianna | Age 15

The leather of the passenger seat was cold, even through my jeans. I pressed my back hard against it, trying to stop the shaking in my legs, but the tremor just traveled up to my chest.

Outside, the highway was a blur of trees and empty fields. We were somewhere in the middle. Not Chicago anymore, but not yet Philadelphia. Just the empty space in between. The neutral ground.

My hand sat on the gear shift console, my palm damp and freezing.

Then, Leone’s hand slid over mine.

His fingers were warm, and rough from the gym and the streets. One by one, he slotted his fingers between mine, squeezing until there was no space left between our palms. He did not look away from the road. His jaw was/set, his dark eyes watching the asphalt ahead, but the grip he had on my hand was everything.

I looked at our joined hands. His skin was tan against my pale knuckles. I took a shaky breath, the air catching in my throat.

Seven years old. That was the last time I had seen her. I barely remembered the smell of her perfume, only the way her voice sounded when she sang me to sleep, a sound that had grown fainter and fainter in my mind with every passing year. Now I was fifteen. Eight years of lawyers in suits walking in and out of my father’s study, of hearing my mother’s name whispered like a curse in the hallways of our house.

She had fought for me. She had spent every dollár, used every connection, but my father’s shadow was too long. His reach was too deep.

In our world, the law belonged to the man with the most guns and the deepest pockets.

My father had won.

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