My Stepbrother's Dirty Little Secret novel Chapter 732

Chapter 732

The man let out a high-pitched scream that bounced off the damp concrete walls. His legs kicked wildly. His eyes rolled back into his head, his chest heaving as if his lungs were collapsing.

Seven seconds.

I cut the power.

He fell forward against the straps, gasping, coughing, and crying like a child. Wet tears and sweat dripped off his chin onto his ruined gray suit.

“Don’t lie to me again,” I said softly, “You don’t just carry boxes without knowing who is running the show. Give me a name. Who is in charge of that island? Who controls the supply line?”

“I don’t know!” he shrieked, “I don’t know the whole family! I don’t see the big bosses! Please, turn it off! Please!”

I rested my hand on the laptop again, “Give me a name or I double the voltage.”

“Wait! Wait!” he screamed, his whole body shaking with pure terror, “I don’t know everyone! I only know the man who runs the facility on the west side! The doctor!”

My eyes narrowed. Every nerve in my body went taut. “What doctor? What is his name?”

“The head of the facility!” he choked out, struggling to catch his breath, staring at me with desperate, wide eyes. “He takes all the drug shipments! He runs the whole building! He’s the one who signs off on the orders!”

“Give me his name,” I said.

“Dr. Vance!” the man sobbed out, spilling the words as fast as he could. “Dr. Arthur Vance! That’s his name! I swear on my life, that’s all I know! Dr. Vance!”

Dr. Arthur Vance.

I stood up slowly, looking down at the broken, sobbing man tied to the chair. I reached out and tapped the key on my keyboard one last time.

A sharp, violent wave of electricity surged straight through the wires, hitting his nerve endings like a wall of pure fire.

The man’s spine snapped straight back against the metal frame of the chair. A loud, shrill scream tore out of his throat, echoing hard against the concrete walls. His legs kicked wildly against the floor, his entire body shuddering, twitching, and shaking under the sudden, blinding shock.

Ten seconds.

I cut the power.

The one thing I came back for…

I never got.

Every time I tried to bring up Dr. Vance, every time I thought I was finally getting close to asking what happened, Dad found a way to move the conversation somewhere else.

Business.

The syndicate.

The future.

Anything except the past.

By the time I returned to my room, I felt exhausted in a way sleep couldn’t fix.

I hadn’t come here to learn how to run companies.