My Stepbrother's Dirty Little Secret novel Chapter 598

Chapter 598

Alfonso moved instantly. He lunged forward, grabbing Morgan and jerking her head back until her neck strained. He jammed the barrel of his pistol into her mouth. She let out a muffled, terrified sob, her hands shaking in the air as she choked around the gun.

My eyes returned to Denise, locking onto her pale, sweating face, “This is the only chance you’re getting,” I said, ” I want the truth. No stories, no protecting people, no convenient omissions. Every word that comes out of your mouth needs to be true.”

I held her gaze, my eyes completely unblinking as I stared down at her.

“If you lie… I will know. And when I find out… you’ll spend the rest of your life wishing I’d ended it quickly. One single lie, and all your girls will be dead in a second.”

She stared up at me for several seconds, her wide, bloodshot eyes moving slowly from my blank face to Vincenzo then to Adriano, then to Dante, before finally settling on Morgan choking around the steel barrel of Alfonso’s gun.

Her shoulders dropped. Her bloody fingers loosened their tight grip around her torn thigh. She closed her eyes for a brief moment, letting out a long, shuddering breath before opening them again.

Her voice came out small, ruined, and shaking with the realization that she had zero cards left to play, “My girls are my everything… if you kill them, I’ll have nothing. So, I’ll tell you. I’ll tell you everything.”

“Dante, get all the footage from Mercer,” Vincenzo ordered, “I want every version of their stories.”

Dante grabbed Cole off the concrete by his jacket, dragging his body across the floor toward a glowing laptop on the desk. He clamped his hand over the back of Cole’s neck, pushing his face down toward the screen while jamming the barrel of his gun hard against the base of his skull.

Denise’s eyes flicked to Morgan choking on the gun, then back to us, her face turning gray, “Please, don’t hurt them… please don’t hurt my girls. It was me. Cole isn’t lying, I planned it.”

Then I heard a broken, breathless “no” coming from Gianna’s direction. The sound was small, but it hit my ears instantly, and it took an immense amount of neural control not to shift my eyes away from Denise to check on her.

Denise squeezed her eyes shut, a loud wheeze tearing out of her chest as she rocked back and forth on the bloody concrete. The pain in her thigh from Vincenzo’s bullet was turning her skin a sick, pasty color, but our stares forced her to open her mouth again.

“I planned it,” she sobbed, “I planned the whole thing from the very start. Every single bit of it was my idea.”

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