All Chapters of Our Dirty Little Secret : Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

The light had started to soften across the compound by the time I found myself alone upstairs, the quiet of the room pressing in around me while the clock on the wall kept counting down the hours I had left. Twenty-four hours had never moved this fast. I sat on the edge of the bed and let Bruce’s earlier words turn over again in my head. I didn’t know if I should look for the boy, the papers, or even the lawyer, each piece slipping further the harder I tried to hold on to it. The small recorder sat on the sheet beside me. I picked it up and pressed play, listening to the afternoon’s soft rambling, most of it nonsense about food and choice of cloth. The frustration sat heavy in my chest. I sighed, switched it off, and let the device fall back onto the bed. I let myself fall backward until my back met the mattress, eyes fixed on the ceiling as the weight of everything settled deeper. Don’s demand kept turning in my mind. The only real way through any of this was to get the heir or the

The controls stayed steady under my hands. Every muscle from my shoulders to my fingers stayed locked. The smell of smoke sat deep in my nose and clung to the fabric of my shirt. I kept my eyes on the dark stretch of land ahead. Melissa had turned in her seat. One hand pressed flat against the glass. Her mouth stayed slightly open as the orange light moved across her face. Kelvin sat beside her with his shoulders drawn up high, eyes wide and unblinking. The housekeeper’s fingers wrapped so tightly around the edge of her seat that the skin across her knuckles had gone white. Nike held his gaze on the same glow for a long moment before he looked away. A muscle jumped once in his cheek. No one spoke. The only sounds inside the cabin were the low drone of the engine and the soft rush of air against the fuselage. Bruce leaned closer to the window. His breath fogged a small circle on the glass. “The whole place is gone.” He lifted both hands and spread his fingers wide, then flicked t

DallasHer eyelids fluttered again, heavier this time, and a soft rough sound left her throat. I leaned closer until my face was only inches from hers, my free hand hovering near her cheek without quite touching. Jax was already upright in the chair, both hands braced on the edge of the mattress like he was ready to move if the monitors so much as hiccupped.Her eyes opened fully, lids lifting slow and heavy as if the simple act cost her something. They were glassy at first, unfocused, drifting across the ceiling in a dazed sweep before they finally found me. Recognition settled in gradual degrees, softening the taut line of her brow and easing the faint crease between her eyes until her gaze sharpened just enough to hold mine. Then it slid sideways, landing on Jax. Something fragile and real moved through her expression, a fleeting break in the careful composure she usually wore, there and gone before it could fully form.“Dal,” she whispered. The word scraped out of her like it hurt

RyderThere something about the way Nike kept standing near the side exit had been sitting wrong with me since Carlos’s men showed up. He wasn’t looking at anyone directly, but his weight stayed on the balls of his feet like he was ready to move at any second. One hand kept drifting too close to his waistband. I watched him longer than I needed to, feeling the irritation build low in my chest, a slow hot pressure that made my jaw tighten.The men walked over slowly. Nike leaned a little closer to me, voice dropping.“Did you see anyone put the tracker?” I asked, eyes locked on his face, waiting for the tell.His eyes flicked to the side, then back, too fast.“It could be Kelvin. She’s been going around the house.”The lie was thin enough to see through. I saw it land in the small shift of his shoulders, the way his fingers twitched once against his leg before he forced them still.“That tracker was placed this evening as we were about to enter.”One of Carlos’s men pointed at him. “Yo

We stepped onto the platform into cold damp air that smelled of rain and diesel. Neon signs reflected in the puddles under our feet. I kept Hazel’s hand locked in mine as we moved through the thinning crowd. We kept our heads down and quickened our steps. A taxi idled near the curb. I opened the back door and guided her inside then slid in beside her.“Take us to the nearest Hotel please,” I told the driver while keeping my eyes on the rearview mirror.He grunted and pulled into traffic without another word.For about a minute we had a polished lobby that smelled of lemon cleaner. The receptionist looked up as we approached the desk. Her smile was bright and practiced until her eyes finished moving over us. They lingered on Hazel’s pale face and the careful way she held herself then shifted to my wrinkled hoodie and the dirt still under my nails.“Good evening,” she said while already tapping at her keyboard. “Checking in?”“We need a room,” I mumbled, ignoring the way her eyes kept m