Page 74 of My Alpha Stepbrother's Dirty Secret 2

There were policemen everywhere.Not just one or two.The entire perimeter was surrounded.and as I stepped out, they all started bowing...to me.

Even the Chief of Police.

I blinked, stunned.

"Good morning, Luna," one of the officers said.

"Luna," another greeted with a nod.

Logan and Steve walked out too.Both of them bowed, not just forced but with genuine respect.and I just stood there like an idiot, confused out of my damn mind.

"What the hell is going on?"I whispered.

Killian slipped his arm around my waist and leaned in."They all know."

"Know what?"I wanted to ask, but I couldn't speak.My mouth was dry, and my thoughts were spinning.

Everything felt surreal.The way everyone looked at me, the sudden shift of power, the complete reversal from when I was dragged here last time, beaten, humiliated, and treated like I was nothing.

and now they were bowing.

I swallowed hard, my legs slightly shaky as they led me into the same rotten warehouse I swore I'd never return to.

and deep down, something in me said this time...it was going to be very, very different.

CHAPTER 91

Liana's POV

When I entered, I gasped in shock, my entire body freezing as I took in the sight before me.The warehouse looked just like I remembered it, dark, musty, cold but what made me lose my breath wasn't the place.It was the scene right in front of me.

All four of them.

Tied.

Their arms stretched out above their heads, wrists bound so tightly the ropes had carved deep red lines into their skin.Their bodies were suspended in the air, feet barely touching the ground.Beaten.Bloodied.Hanging like slabs of meat waiting to be discarded.

Even Cynthia was among them.

"Killian..."I gasped, my voice barely escaping my throat as I turned to look at him.

He didn't say anything right away.He just wrapped his arm around my waist, his eyes locked on mine.There was no smile on his face, just a calm, dangerous expression.

"I asked you what you'd do if you ever saw Cynthia again," he said, his voice low, firm, and steady."And you said you'd deal with her, even whip her the seventy strokes she gave you, right?Well, here's your chance."

My legs trembled slightly as I looked back at her.Cynthia Stone.The woman who laughed as I screamed.Who whipped me over and over, then stood there and ordered those monsters to rape me.

She deserved everything.

But still...seeing her like that...

Her arms were hanging just like the others, her head bowed, her hair matted with blood and sweat.Her clothes were torn in places, some of them barely clinging to her bruised skin.Her lips were busted, and her face...it was nothing like the Cynthia I remembered.She looked tired.Scared.

A police officer stepped forward and handed me something.

A whip.

"You have her to yourself now," Killian said."They were meant to be transported to the main cell this morning, but we waited for you.She's all yours.You can give her the seventy lashes she gave you, or...do whatever you want."