My Stepbrother's Dirty Little Secret novel Chapter 361

Chapter 361

The glass jars on the shelves rattled and smashed onto the floor. The doctor let out a choked gasp as the air was knocked completely out of his lungs. The black cattle prod flew out of his hand, clattering uselessly across the

room.

“How dare you?” my father roared, “How dare you touch my daughter like that?”

My father didn’t wait for an answer. He pulled his fist back and smashed it straight into the doctor’s jaw.

The sound of bone hitting bone was loud and wet. The doctor’s head snapped to the side, blood immediately spraying out of his mouth and painting the white wall red. The doctor tried to put his thin hands up to shield his face, crying out in terror, but Daddy was twice his size and completely blinded by rage.

Daddy grabbed him by the throat and threw him to the floor, then brought his boot down right into the doctor’s ribs. The doctor curled into a tight ball on the floor, whimpering and begging, his nose broken.

“I brought you here to get her fixed!” my father screamed, kicking him again, harder this time, right in the stomach. The doctor gasped, spitting out a tooth. “I paid you to fix her brain, you sick piece of shit! I never allowed you to touch her like that! Never!”

The another set of fast, clicking footsteps hurried into the room.

It was my stepmother, Perla.

She stopped dead in her tracks just inside the doorway, her hands flying up to cover her mouth. Her eyes went completely wide as she took in the messy room, the smashed glass on the floor, the doctor bleeding and groaning in a heap against the wall, and my father standing over him with bloody knuckles.

Then, her eyes landed on me. She saw my legs forced wide apart, the leather straps biting into my skin, and the wet tears covering my shaking face.

Perla let out a loud, horrified gasp. “Oh my god,” she whispered, her voice trembling as she rushed over to the side of the metal chair. She didn’t look at the doctor or my father anymore. She reached down, her hands shaking as she quickly started to unbuckle the heavy leather straps around my wrists.

I couldn’t even answer her. My jaw was still tight from the shock, and my whole body was shivering so hard my teeth clicked together. As soon as the leather bands came off my wrists, I pulled my arms tight against my chest, trying to hide myself in the crumpled blue summer dress.

“The bastard went too far,” Daddy spat out, “He is lucky I don’t end him right now.”

Perla finally got the straps off my ankles. She immediately pulled me into her arms, wrapping her soft sweater around my shaking shoulders to cover my legs.

“What is this, Gio?!” Perla said, looking up at my father with rage, I had never seen her this protective of me, You said she was being treated, not tortured! Throw him out, he will never touch her again!”

“No,” Daddy said, as he glared down at the whimpering doctor, “I have paid this man millions of dollars. Millions. We have spent years of treatment on this, and I am not going to end up with absolutely nothing to show for it. She still needs to be fixed. The reading, the writing, it has to be perfect. He has to continue his work.”

Perla opened her mouth to scream at him, but my father held up a hand, cutting her off instantly.

“But from now on, things change,” Daddy sneered, his eyes locking onto Perla, “Every single time Gianna is in this room, every single time he speaks to her or touches her for a test, you will be sitting right here. You will be in this room every second she is alone with that doctor. If he even looks at her wrong again, Perla, you call me, and I

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