บททั้งหมดของ Our Dirty Little Secret : บทที่ 101 - บทที่ 110

The photo of Allie and me stayed on the screen for a long time.Her smile looked exactly the same as it always had bright, a little crooked on the left side, the one that used to make me believe everything would be fine as long as we still had each other. Something in my chest kept tightening anyway, pulling tighter and tighter until it became hard to take a full breath. I sat there staring at it, the phone warm against my palms, the light from the screen painting the dark room in a cold blue glow. The same questions turned over and over in my head, louder each time.Why was her phone in that house?How did Ryan end up with it?What had my sister been doing mixed up with any of these people?I had so many questions that needed answers, and now that Ryan was dead I didn’t even know where to start looking for them.My fingers shook as I typed in the four-digit code she always used. The gallery opened and old pictures filled the screen one after another. Me and Allie at the beach when we

I killed the engine a good distance from the mansion and rolled the bike into the trees. The night was thick and quiet except for the low hum of insects and the occasional distant bark of a dog. Nike and the three men I trusted most were already waiting in the dark, dressed in black, faces covered. No one spoke until I reached them.Nike handed me a small earpiece. “The insider sent the final route ten minutes ago. Back service road is clear for the next eighteen minutes. Two cameras on the east wall are looping. There’s a maintenance door near the old generator that should be unlocked.”I fitted the earpiece and checked my weapons one last time. The rage I felt toward Bruce sat cold and steady in my chest. I was not here for a clean kill. I was here for answers, and for every debt he still owed.“We move now,” I said.We stayed low and followed the service road the insider had marked. The ground was soft from earlier rain, which helped hide our footsteps. Every few metres I raised a

Dallas I stood outside the house longer ,the night air was cool against my face and the street was quiet, but my mind would not stop turning. Ryan was dead. Allie’s phone had opened a door I never wanted to walk through. Ryder was out there somewhere doing something dangerous because of me. I kept my arms wrapped around myself and stared at the front door until I finally forced my feet to move.I knocked and waited, I wanted to turn and go back. I wasn't sure I was ready to face my parents in this state but I wasn’t also ready to see Hazel, so I stayed.The door opened almost immediately. Jax stood there, eyes wide, and before I could say anything he pulled me into a tight hug. His arms were strong and careful at the same time, like he was afraid I might break. He pulled back just enough to look at my face, then my arms, then the bruises that were still visible.“Did they hurt you? Turn around.” His voice was low and urgent, as he checked me. “I knew Ryder would get you.”I shook my

I stood frozen beside Jax’s car, the cold night pressing against my skin. My heart hammered so violently I could feel each beat climbing into my throat, thick and insistent, the pulse throbbing under my jaw until it almost hurt. The air smelled of oil, wet concrete, and something metallic that clung to the back of my tongue. A few metres away, Jax stood with a cluster of men near two black vehicles. Their voices stayed low, clipped, the kind of serious that made the hair on my arms rise. One of them checked a weapon with practised hands; the soft click of metal on metal carried clearly in the stillness. Another pointed toward the massive warehouse that loomed ahead in the dark, its outline swallowing the thin wash of distant streetlight.I knew exactly what I was supposed to do. Get back in the car, stay hidden and wait. The rational part of my mind screamed it at me, sharp and relentless, but my feet stayed planted on the gravel, the sharp edges biting through the soles of my shoes.

The hand stayed locked over my mouth as they dragged me down the narrow concrete corridor. My feet scraped against the rough floor. I twisted and tried to dig my heels in, but the grip on my arms only tightened. A door swung open ahead of us and I was shoved hard into a cold, dimly lit room.They forced me down onto a metal chair. The impact jarred my spine and knocked the breath from my lungs. Rough hands pulled my arms behind the backrest and locked plastic restraints around my wrists. The sharp edges bit into my skin. I sucked in a shaky breath and lifted my head, scanning the faces around me. Bruce smirked at me as our eyes met.“We meet again.” He mumbled, puffing smoke off his lips. My head tilted around, the guards with heavy guns and then I saw him. Ryder sat across the room.He was slumped in another chair, wrists bound behind his back. Blood ran down the side of his face and had already stained the collar of his shirt dark. One eye was swelling shut. His chest rose and fel