My Stepbrother's Dirty Little Secret novel Chapter 449

Chapter 449

I opened three more files, then placed them side by side, “There.”

Raphael leaned forward, his shoulder nearly brushed mine, neither of us moved, neither of us acknowledged it.

The room seemed to hold its breath, then I watched understanding slam into him. His eyes darkened and suddenly the frustrated puzzle pieces began clicking together.

I pointed again, “It isn’t random.”

Raphael stared at the screen then slowly smiled, the kind of smile that made grown men rethink their life choices.

I looked up and he looked at me at the same time. For a second neither of us spoke, the office disappeared, the screens disappeared. Everything disappeared.

Then something lit up in my peripheral vision.

My phone.

The screen flashed beside his laptop. The second I saw the name, my stomach dropped.

Leone.

I snatched the phone so fast that it nearly slipped from my fingers. I immediately locked the screen and shoved the phone face down onto the desk.

Slowly, I looked up and Raphael was staring at me.

His expression had gone completely blank. Which was somehow worse. Because I had learned that Raphael’s calmest faces were usually the most dangerous ones.

My pulse stumbled, “What?”

His

gaze flicked briefly toward the phone then back to me, nothing moved on his face.

“Nothing.”

That single word sounded sharp enough to cut glass.

I frowned, “Then why are you looking at me like that?”

One dark eyebrow lifted, “I wasn’t aware I was looking at you any particular way.”

“You are.”

His attention returned to the monitor. For approximately three seconds, then he sat back in his chair and put one leg over the other, “That was quick.”

I blinked, “What was?”

“You end one arrangement and a few hours later you’re taking calls from another mobster.”

My confusion lasted exactly one second.

Then understanding hit.

My eyes widened.

“Efficient.”

1 stared at him, actually stared because there was no way Raphael had just said that.

Heat rushed into my face, “That’s not what’s happening.”

“No?”

His voice remained calm and I hated calm Raphael.

Angry Raphael was easy.

Cold Raphael was terrifying.

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