All Chapters of Our Dirty Little Secret : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

RyderI slipped onto the balcony mid-call, easing the glass door almost shut so I wouldn’t wake Dallas. Her breathing stayed soft and steady from the bed. I wanted to crawl back in there and bury my face in the curve of her neck and forget the rest of the world existed. But the video kept playing.Bruce leaned back in a leather chair, wearing that same predatory smirk. Beside him sat an unfamiliar man and a Don, all three of them laughing, drinking like they owned every room they entered.“Whats this?” I asked Steve.“That’s Bruce Callahan, Don Alessandro De Luca, and Don Tijan Vitale.”A cold knot twisted hard in my gut as I frowned at the footage.“They don’t just share a friendship,” Steve pressed. “They built an empire together in Monaco. Those investments aren’t guarded by lawyers, money, or guns-they’re sealed by their blood.”“Did you drink too much?” I muttered, dropping my phone onto the wide railing for a second.“I’m not done talking,” Steve bit out sharply. “The five safe

DallasThe suitcase handle slipped from my sweaty palm and hit the floor with a dull thud. My eyes moved slowly across the hallway, catching on the clothes scattered everywhere. Jax’s button-down shirt lay crumpled near the entrance, wrinkled and twisted together with Hazel’s favorite silk blouse. I stood there staring, my brain refusing to make sense of it.Then I heard it-Hazel’s sharp moan, followed by that low, deep sound that could only come froMy legs started shaking. I took one shaky step forward, then another. This couldn’t be happening. Not today. Not after everything I’d already been through.“What is happening to me?”The scream tore from my throat, raw and desperate, echoing through the dark house. My vision blurred as hot tears spilled over, carving burning paths down my cheeks and dripping from my chin. I couldn’t breathe, the air felt too thick and heavy, like it was trying to choke me.I stumbled the rest of the way down the hall, legs shaking so badly I nearly colla

DallasMy head pounded like someone had split it open. I jerked awake in the back seat of a moving car. The sharp throb in my arm where Ryan had gripped me flared with every heartbeat. My wrists burned behind my back, zip ties cutting into my skin with every twitch. The scent of leather and exhaust filled my nose, turning my stomach. I tried to sit upright, but my shoulder slammed against the car door as the vehicle swayed around a curve.What the hell?Memories of Ryan coming up behind me crashed over me like a brutal wave. I twisted violently, legs kicking out against the front seat, a muffled scream tearing from my throat.“Ryan!” My voice came out raw and broken. “Let me out you piece of shit!”Sweat beaded on my forehead, mixing with fresh tears that stung my eyes. My heart hammered so hard it felt like it would crack my ribs. The arm he had grabbed pulsed with deep, bruising pain. Nausea rolled through my gut from whatever he had used to knock me out. It must have been hours. Th

Dallas’s pov My heart hammered against my ribs like a caged animal desperate for escape. My wrists burned where the zip ties bit into my skin, but I kept my face blank, eyes fixed on Ryan as he paced in front of me. The bastard moved with that cocky swagger.He stopped, tilting his head, that predatory smile curling his lips. “Alright, sweetheart. Here’s how this plays out.” His voice was smooth, almost conversational, as if we were discussing dinner plans instead of my destruction. He held up his phone, the screen already glowing with the recording app. “I’m gonna make this real clear for Ryder. Show him exactly what happens when he thinks he can keep what’s mine.”He leaned in close, his breath hot against my cheek. I could feel the camera capturing every tremble I tried to suppress. My mind screamed Ryder’s name like a prayer, a lifeline thrown into the storm raging inside me. Come for me, Ryder. Please. The thought anchored me, a fragile thread of hope amid the terror clawing at

I lifted Dallas into my arms the moment her legs gave out. Her body felt too cold, and the blood from her wounds soaked straight through my jacket. I crushed her against my chest, one arm locked under her knees, the other banded tight across her back, and ran. Every step sent a fresh wave of fury through me. Ryan was dead, but it was not enough. Bruce was still breathing, and I would not rest until I ended him. I held her like the world would end if I loosened my grip even a fraction. My jaw was locked so hard my teeth ached. My heart was slamming against my ribs hard enough that I was sure she could feel it. Every time I had to adjust my hold, I dropped my head and pressed my face hard into her hair, breathing her in like proof she was still alive. I met Nike fighting a guard near the side exit, the man had a knife raised high. I did not slow down. I raised my free hand, fired once, and watched the guard drop. Nike did not waste a second, he fell in behind us as we burst out into