Todos os capítulos de Dirty Little Secrets : Capítulo 41 - Capítulo 50

SUMMER'S POVI didn't tell anyone I was leaving.Not Kingsley, still asleep with Clyde curled up somewhere in his room. Not George, snoring on the couch with the ledger still clutched against his chest like it might grow legs and walk off. Not even Felix, who'd apparently want to rigg some kind of tracker for me that I hadn't agreed to wear yet. I just grabbed my coat, slipped out the back door, and let the cold morning air clear my head enough to think straight.The club looked different in daylight — smaller, almost pitiful, its neon sign dark and lifeless against the gray sky. I hadn't slept. My whole body ran on nothing but adrenaline and a single, burning question: why me? PplThe door was unlocked when I got there, which should have told me something."Summer." Mr. Roberts' voice reached me before I'd even fully stepped inside, smooth and unbothered, like he'd been sitting there waiting for hours. He was seated at his usual booth near the back, a glass of something amber in fro

KINGSLEY'S POV I saw his hand close around her throat before my brain fully processed what I was looking at. Everything after that happened too fast and too slow at the same time. George was already moving, and I was right behind him, shoving through the crowd like they were nothing but air. By the time we reached them, Summer's face had gone the wrong color, her fingers clawing uselessly at Roberts' wrist. I didn't think. I just swung. My fist connected with his jaw hard enough to send him stumbling back, his grip finally tearing loose from Summer's throat. He hit the floor a few feet away, sprawled against an overturned chair, blood already welling at the corner of his mouth. Dira stood frozen for exactly one second before she turned and bolted, disappearing through the crowd and out the front doors like the building had caught fire. "Summe

SUMMER'S POV"Kingsley..." His name came out barely above a whisper.He leaned in, slow enough that I could have stopped it, slow enough that some small, honest part of me didn't want to. His forehead nearly touched mine, his breath warm against my skin, close enough that the space between us felt like the only thing left in the room."Summer..." He said, low, rough at the edges. "Tell me to stop, and I will."I didn't say anything. I couldn't. My hands had found the front of his shirt without permission from the rest of me, holding on instead of pushing away.The door swung open.We broke apart so fast I nearly stumbled backward into the chair, heat flooding my face as we both turned toward the sound.It was Eleanor, another plate balanced in her hands, eyebrows raised at the sight of us standing a full room's width apart, breathless, guilty as anything."I brought more cookies," she said slowly, glancing betwe

CLYDE'S POVGabrielle had texted me that morning asking if I could still come over for the assignment, followed almost immediately by a second text admitting she wasn't feeling great. I told her I'd bring notes and check on her either way.Her house was very eerily quiet when I arrived, the kind of quiet that made the whole place feel bigger than it was."You didn't have to come," she said, opening the door in an oversized sweater, looking pale but steady enough. "I could've managed the notes over text.""I wanted to make sure you were actually eating something." I held up the bag in my hand. "I also brought soup. Do not argue." I said, giving her no room for any argument.She rolled her eyes, but the corner of her mouth lifted anyway. "Fine. Come in."We worked through the assignment at her kitchen table for almost an hour, the conversation were so easy in a way that made the rest of the week feel distant. I excused myself to the restroom somewhere in the middle of it, and that was w

SUMMER'S POVI sat on the edge of the plush bed, waiting for the so-called high-profile client Noel had assigned to me for the night. My thumb continuously swiped across my phone screen, checking for any missed calls or messages from Kingsley. Nothing. The silence from him was deafening, a heavy lump settling in my stomach.I hadn’t been included in the active boots-on-the-ground operation tonight. It was strictly the guys and Kingsley’s uncle, Victor Lang. My directive was simple and non-negotiable: stay back, observe from the shadows, and keep out of harm's way. George had insisted it was strictly for my safety, and for once.Felix hadn't offered a single sarcastic remark to back me up through my whining. He had just kept his head down, meticulously calibrating the tracking devices and signal boosters. We were all linked through encrypted earpieces, the low static buzzing in my ear serving as a constant, subtle reminder of the chaos unfolding nearby.