My Stepbrother's Dirty Little Secret novel Chapter 309

Chapter 309

Leone shifted his grip, locking his wrist against mine, securing us together, “Never.”

The car slowed down, Leone steered us into the parking lot of an old, abandoned diner. The sign on the roof was rusted, the neon letters of LUNCH hanging crookedly by a few black wires.

The white paint on the wooden walls of the building was peeling away in thick, dry flakes, showing the dark, rotting wood underneath. The windows were covered in layer of thick gray dust, making it impossible to see what was waiting inside.

My heart did a hard flip against my ribs. I stared at the front of the building.

Parked near the side entrance was a black SUV with dark tinted windows. Standing near the hood were three men. They wore long dark coats, their hands buried deep in their pockets. Even from this distance, I could see the way they stood, backs straight, heads turning slowly, eyes scanning the empty road and then our car.

The Chicago Outfit. My mother’s people.

They looked like the men who stood in the hallways of my own home, but they belonged to the other side. They were the ones my father warned me about. They looked hard, cold, and ready.

Panic crawled up my throat like hot wire. I leaned forward in my seat, pressing my forehead against the cool glass of the passenger window. I strained my eyes, trying to peer through the dirty glass of the diner doors, trying to see if there was a shape, a shadow, a woman sitting at one of the booths.

Is she in there? Is she waiting?

Suddenly, a warm, heavy hand cupped the side of my face.

Leone’s fingers slid into my hair, his palm resting against my cheek. He gently but surely turned my head away from the window, forcing me to look at him.

His dark eyes were right there, inches from mine, “Don’t look at them, look at me,” he murmured.

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