My Stepbrother's Dirty Little Secret novel Chapter 739

Chapter 739

Money?

No. Loyalty?

Impossible.

Men like Giovanni didn’t rescue strangers out of compassion.

Blackmail?

Maybe.

But if all he needed was leverage, there were easier people to own than someone sentenced to die.

I opened another screen, started building possibilities.

Illegal surgery.

Organ trafficking.

Identity changes.

Plastic surgery for fugitives.

Off-the-books medical treatment.

Experimental pharmaceuticals.

Chemical manufacturing.

Human testing.

Counterfeit medications.

Biological research.

The list kept growing. Each theory looked possible for about ten seconds, then fell apart because any doctor could do this for the right price, and none of them justified this level of secrecy, none of them justified giving a dead serial killer an entirely new life.

None of them explained why every shipment arriving on that island contained sedatives and muscle blockers.

I looked at the notes I’d taken from the courier. There was no food deliveries worth mentioning, no medical equipment. Just prescription drugs, large quantities of them, regular shipments.

Then something caught my eye.

The deliveries had stopped completely two years ago. The shipments had stopped, the drugs had stopped. Then, six months ago…

They started again, regular and consistent. As if someone had simply picked up where they’d left off.

My fingers tapped slowly against the desk. Sedatives, and muscle relaxants. None of those were unusual but together… They painted a different picture.

Control.

I didn’t like that thought.

Whatever connected Giovanni and that doctor… It wasn’t recent. It had started long before Gianna was ever born.

I leaned back in my chair, took off my glasses and rubbed the bridge of my nose, “Why would you need him?”

The words disappeared into the empty room.

but because he deserved it.

He had built us.

Protected us.

Given every one of us a place to belong.

Now…

Because Giovanni Toricelli had taken Gianna away under the Council’s ruling, people whispered, they questioned, they wondered whether Vincenzo Capone had lost control. Whether my brother had allowed another Don to walk into his life and leave with one of his own.

This wasn’t finished.

Giovanni had won a meeting. He hadn’t won the war, not while I was still breathing. I wasn’t interested in revenge. Revenge was emotional and temporary.

I wanted something permanent.

If Giovanni had hidden a man who should have died decades ago. If he had built an entire operation around that lie, then somewhere inside those secrets was everything I needed.

Proof.

Enough to drag Giovanni Toricelli before the Council with nowhere left to hide and fuck him in the ass. Enough that no one could question where Gianna belonged. Enough that every whisper about my brother died the same day the evidence surfaced.

Enough to make every self-righteous fuck who signed off on that decision lower their heads in front of Don Vincenzo Capone and choke on their own mistake.

Enough to remind them exactly who they humiliated… and exactly why they should’ve thought twice before crossing my brother.

And when it was over, I’d take my woman back. Right where she fucking belonged.