All Chapters of Our Dirty Little Secret : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

I stared at the text for a long moment, the glow of the screen casting a pale light across the bruises on my knuckles. This would not be an easy task. The hotel would be packed with his men in disguise and walking in would get us killed before we even reached the elevators. “We need a way to pull Bruce out of the hotel without his guards,” I muttered, pacing the narrow length of the cabin. The floorboards creaked under my boots. “He won’t leave on his own, and we can’t fight our way through that many people. Not with the shape we’re in.” Nike shifted his weight against the wall, arms crossed over his chest, watching me without speaking. Steve already had the hotel layout open on the laptop, fingers moving quickly across the keys, the soft clatter filling the silence between my steps. I reached into the small bag at my feet, pulled out the worn number diaries, and flipped through the pages until I found the one I needed. The paper was soft from years of handling, edges frayed, ink fa

Dallas I couldn’t sleep.Every time I closed my eyes, my mind went straight back to Ryder. Where he was. What they might be doing to him. Whether he was even still breathing. Jax tried once to talk about Hazel, voice low in the dark, but I shut it down before he got far. That wasn’t what I wanted to hear. My head was full of Ryder and the things I had learned about his father. I had always known the man was bad. I never thought he was capable of this.My mind wandered to things I don’t know about Ryder, but that wasn’t what I wanted to channel my mind. I rolled onto my side, then onto my back. The sheets twisted around my legs. Eventually I drifted off for a while. I woke before the sky started to lighten.I stayed on the bed staring at the ceiling. The more I tried not to think, the more the thoughts pushed in. My phone sat face down on the nightstand. I left it there.A soft knock pulled me up.I opened the door and found Hazel standing there with two paper cups and a nervous smile

DallasThe grey car blocked the road in front of us, lying horizontal, leaving no clear way forward.Its tyres locked and screamed against the asphalt as Jax slammed on the brakes. Our car jerked to a hard stop so close I could make out the shape of the driver through the tinted glass. Jax threw the gear into reverse, but before the car could move more than a foot another vehicle came up fast from behind and slammed into our rear bumper. The impact threw all of us forward. The seatbelt bit deep into my shoulder and across my chest. The air inside the car felt thick. My lungs worked too hard for too little air. I could feel my chest tightening with every shallow breath. Jax’s hands clamped down on the steering wheel until the skin over his knuckles went white. He looked left, then right, measuring the narrow space between the two cars that had boxed us in. His jaw was set hard.For one long second nothing moved.Then the car in front of us rolled down its windows and started shooting

Ryder“Four men are moving on the house. Two from the front path, two cutting through the trees on the east side. I’m watching them on the feed right now.”I paced once across the cabin floor, boots heavy on the boards, eyes locked on Bruce where he sat slumped and blinking at nothing. His hands kept twitching on his knees as if he was trying to push himself upright, but the strength kept slipping away. I held the phone tighter and switched to the video feed without another word. The black-and-white screen filled with dark shapes sliding between the trees, one of them lifting a hand so the others froze and waited.“Leave now,” I growled, jaw tight as I watched the screen. “Follow the exit path exactly the way I showed you. Right at the split, left at the big rock, cross the river at the shallow point. Do not use the bridge. Meet me on foot at the old logging marker with the red paint. I’ll be waiting.”“Got it.” His breath came short on the other end.“Move.”I lowered the phone and t


RyderI stood still by the corner, body coiled, every muscle locked under my skin and waited, my fighter curled around the gun on my torso ready for whatever was coming.
The footsteps behind slowed, then stopped a few meters back. Soft rubber soles on concrete.I turned slowly. The figure stayed put for a half-second longer than necessary then walked past me like I was part of the wall. His hands stayed buried deep in the pockets of a dark hoodie, face cap pulled low enough that the brim cut his eyes into nothing. Head tilted down so the most I got was the tip of a nose and the hard line of a jaw.He didn’t speak. Neither did I.
I watched him pass.I turned and started walking the opposite way, putting distance between us without looking back. Then the air shifted behind me. I heard his soft footsteps coming fast, closer, the quiet slap of rubber soles suddenly urgent. My pulse didn’t spike. It settled lower and colder the way it always did when the violence finally decided to show i