My Stepbrother's Dirty Little Secret novel Chapter 79

The docks were where we sent the men we wanted to forget. It was back-breaking, filthy work that smelled of rot and death. It was a death sentence for his social life, his ego, and his future.

"Boss, please... the docks? I can't—"

"You’ll do exactly what I say," I ordered, "Or I can just drag you back to that hunting ground and leave you there for the dogs. At the docks, you’ll stay in the dark where you belong. If I even hear a whisper that you’ve stepped foot in the city center, or if I see your face on a security camera within a mile of Gianna, I will personally feed you to the bay."

I walked over to the door and yanked it open that made the guards in the hall jump to attention.

"Get him out of my sight," I snapped, "Take him to the harbor tonight. Don't let him stop to pack a bag," I cut him off, my glare pinning him to the spot, "He goes with exactly what he has on. If he’s still on this estate in ten minutes, I’m holding you responsible."

That was all they needed to hear. They dragged him out of the room, his pleas fading down the long hallway until a heavy door slammed shut somewhere in the distance.

The only sound left was the soft, rhythmic breathing of the girl on the couch.

I walked over and sat on the very edge of the couch. She was still staring at the ceiling, her eyes huge and dark, reflecting the dim light like two black diamonds.

Then, her head tilted. Slowly. Very slowly.

She looked at me, and her face softened into something loose and dreamy. She reached out. She didn't touch my chest this time. Her hand traveled higher, her touch light as a feather, until her thumb brushed the bridge of my nose.

"Right there," she whispered, "I hit you right there."

I felt my jaw tighten. I remembered the punch. I remembered the sting of it, "Yeah. You did."

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