Page 61 of My Alpha Stepbrother's Dirty Secret 2

He looked genuinely terrified now.

I leaned back in my seat, trying to process what the hell I just heard.Liana?Alpha Emilia's daughter?

I'd been to her father's house countless times.There was never a single photo of his late wife.Never a single mention of Emilia.All this time, she was right in front of me...and I never knew.

My hands clenched into fists.My jaw tightened.I looked at Logan and Steve.They were both standing still, trying to make sense of it just like me.

"And you tortured her because of something her mother did two decades ago?"Steve asked in disbelief.

"We wanted revenge," another whispered."She had to pay..."

I stood up slowly.Walked to them.Stared into the scarred one's face."And you got it, didn't you?"

He opened his mouth, but I slapped him so hard his head snapped sideways.Blood sprayed from his lips.

"You made Cynthia whip her until her body was battered terribly, then you tried to rape her!Didn't you?!"I growled angrily, rage boiling within me.

"P-please..."

"Where is Cynthia?"I asked, my voice low.

They stayed silent again.

Steve didn't hesitate.He swung the rod right into their ribs.

"Pleaseeee!!!"They screamed, tried to twist their bodies, but the ropes held them up.Their skin was already raw from the beatings.They were shaking, weak from blood loss, but I didn't feel an ounce of pity.

Finally, the bald one started shouting."I'll speak!I'll speak!"

"TELL US!"

"We kept her hidden!We kept her hidden!"

"Where?!"

"S-she's in an o-old c-cottage in the woods.T-two t-towns f-from h-here," he said, his voice trembling.Tears and snot running down his face.

I stared at him, my eyes narrowed.

"You sure?"

He nodded like a man about to pass out."Yes.Please...please..."

I nodded.Turned to Logan and Steve."Keep torturing them until I say otherwise.When they pass out, wake them.When they beg for death, delay it."

Then I turned and walked out, my blood boiling.

CHAPTER 82

Killian's POV

I didn't even know how the car didn't break apart from how hard I was stepping on the gas.My fingers were clenched around the steering wheel, stiff, bloodless.Every time I blinked, I saw Liana's face again, that look in her eyes when she told me what Cynthia did to her.

I didn't care about bumps, or the fact that I was probably going to flip the car if I wasn't careful.I didn't care about anything.I was just filled with nothing but rage.

When I got to the old cottage, it was too easy.The door wasn't even locked properly.I barged in and there she was, Cynthia, sprawled on the bed like she was on a damn holiday, holding her phone like she didn't have a single care in the world.

"K-Killian?"she stuttered, standing up so fast the phone slipped from her fingers and landed with a thud."Killian...h-how did you find me?Who told you where I was?What are you doing?"