My Fake Stepbrother’s Undercover Kiss - Chapter 6: Chapter 6
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We snatched up a shovel and dug like our lives depended on it—because they did.
When the grisly task was finished, we bolted down the mountainside, the storm swallowing our tracks. Branches lashed at our legs. We stumbled, scraped our knees, but never stopped running.
We had to get out of this hell.
At the base of the mountain, villagers swarmed us, calling an ambulance. Police weren't far behind.
Then—him.
Him. The male escort from that night.
My voice cracked with fury. "What the hell are you doing here?" Every head turned.
"Are you with them? What's your angle?"
"Miss, take a breath," an officer interrupted. "He's the reason we got here so fast. His tip led us straight to you."
"Bullshit! He's one of them! I saw him with my stepfather!"
The cop shook his head. "Our investigation clears him. He tried to stop them—got knocked out before they took you."
"...What?"
I remembered blacking out in front of him, convinced he'd drugged me.
Turns out, I was wrong.
"Let him explain," the officer said, stepping aside.
And he did.
For months, he'd been undercover, tracking a ring of con artists who preyed on wealthy women. They'd pose as foreign businessmen, sweet-talk their targets into fake relationships, then bleed them dry before vanishing like smoke.
His mixed heritage and escort cover made him the perfect mole.
That night at the hotel? He was supposed to intercept them. But they got the jump on him, knocked him cold, and snatched me.
When he came to, he called the cops, guessed they'd stash me in the mountains, and—
"That's how they found you so fast."
"But why approach me that night?" I pressed.
His ears went pink.
"I've... had a thing for you. You wouldn't remember. Maybe only I would."
His voice dipped so low I almost missed it.
"I saw you once. Years ago..."
Turns out, my crashing his sting operation wasn't part of the plan. So he'd improvised.
A slow smirk tugged at my lips. I fisted his shirt and yanked him onto the hospital bed.
"Well... better late than never."
The night was young. No point wasting it.
Truth? I'd thought about him too. That one night had stuck in my head. Now? I'd make sure this second chance counted.
If anyone walked by, they'd hear whispers and laughter seeping from my room until dawn.
Days later, the cops tied up the rest.
When the grisly task was finished, we bolted down the mountainside, the storm swallowing our tracks. Branches lashed at our legs. We stumbled, scraped our knees, but never stopped running.
We had to get out of this hell.
At the base of the mountain, villagers swarmed us, calling an ambulance. Police weren't far behind.
Then—him.
Him. The male escort from that night.
My voice cracked with fury. "What the hell are you doing here?" Every head turned.
"Are you with them? What's your angle?"
"Miss, take a breath," an officer interrupted. "He's the reason we got here so fast. His tip led us straight to you."
"Bullshit! He's one of them! I saw him with my stepfather!"
The cop shook his head. "Our investigation clears him. He tried to stop them—got knocked out before they took you."
"...What?"
I remembered blacking out in front of him, convinced he'd drugged me.
Turns out, I was wrong.
"Let him explain," the officer said, stepping aside.
And he did.
For months, he'd been undercover, tracking a ring of con artists who preyed on wealthy women. They'd pose as foreign businessmen, sweet-talk their targets into fake relationships, then bleed them dry before vanishing like smoke.
His mixed heritage and escort cover made him the perfect mole.
That night at the hotel? He was supposed to intercept them. But they got the jump on him, knocked him cold, and snatched me.
When he came to, he called the cops, guessed they'd stash me in the mountains, and—
"That's how they found you so fast."
"But why approach me that night?" I pressed.
His ears went pink.
"I've... had a thing for you. You wouldn't remember. Maybe only I would."
His voice dipped so low I almost missed it.
"I saw you once. Years ago..."
Turns out, my crashing his sting operation wasn't part of the plan. So he'd improvised.
A slow smirk tugged at my lips. I fisted his shirt and yanked him onto the hospital bed.
"Well... better late than never."
The night was young. No point wasting it.
Truth? I'd thought about him too. That one night had stuck in my head. Now? I'd make sure this second chance counted.
If anyone walked by, they'd hear whispers and laughter seeping from my room until dawn.
Days later, the cops tied up the rest.
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