His Secret [Completed]

Chapter Fifty

He sat alone in a six-by-eight foot cell with only a toothbrush, foul-tasting toothpaste, a small selection of clothes and a tennis ball he traded for one of his limited clothing pieces.

Anything and everything on the outside world no longer mattered; his life has been stripped away from him, and for good reason. For the endless list of crimes Bradley Connor had on his record, the 15-year sentence wasn't near enough.

As he sat on the ground with his back against the bed, repeatedly throwing the tennis ball at the wall opposite and catching it, he was completely oblivious to the prison guard standing at the door.

"You have a visitor," the guard said, holding a pair of cuffs in his hand.

Bradley turned his head to the left and stared directly at the guard, but then returned his focus to the ball and continued throwing it a couple more times. He stood, dusted off his pants and walked over to the guard, sporting a large smile. His arms raised immediately, bringing the guards eyes to watch his movements; it was evident that the guard was on edge.

Bradley held his wrists out in front of him, allowing the guard to slip on a pair of cuffs. Bradley's crimes were of a violent nature but he wasn't considered to be a danger to anyone, yet, the words and threats falling from his mouth during the trial stage of his conviction were enough to give anyone the chills.

Confused, Bradley walked to the visiting area, accompanied by a guard who had his hand gripped around the cuffs as if the inmate was no more than a rabid dog, threatening to attack anyone in his way. He knew that whoever was visiting him must have power, and he definitely had his suspicions on who it was.

The guard warily transferred the cuffs onto a lock at one of the booths and Bradley took a seat. The handcuffs gave just enough room for him to reach the black phone hanging on the wall beside him, and he placed it to his ear and spoke. "Brooklyn."

"Bradley," she returned. "How's life behind bars?"

"I would ask you the same but as usual, you've avoided the law." His words were full of venom and hatred. "What the hell are you doing here, Brooke?"

"You really want to know"? She said, earning a simple nod in response. Brooke leant forward slightly as if it would conceal the words she spoke through the phone. "I'm here to make sure you keep your mouth shut."

"And why would I do that? You're powerless in this situation. I've always held all of the cards." Brad cocked his head to one side as a small smirk tugged at the corner of his lips.

"You really don't get it, do you? You're the powerless one, Brad. There's only a few people on your team and I'm one of them, and trust me: the way you're acting right now, we might just let you go down for good. You see..." she began, "we don't need you anymore, you're disposable. The only thing keeping you from spending life in this place is our money."

"What money?" Brad's fists were clenched so tight that his knuckles began to turn white. "You have nothing without me. And believe it or not, it's me who they need. Not you"

"Good behaviour will surely grant you bail and when it comes to that, you'll be begging at my feet for the help."

"Like hell I will! They promised me the life I deserve, Brooke. It's you who will be begging when I get out of here. You owe me." He stood up and brought his face closer to hers as an act of intimidation.

"Inmate, sit down!" The guard placed a hand onto Brad's shoulder and forcefully sat him back on the chair.

"I owe you nothing Brad. You are the convict, the one who planned everything. I'm just the dumb model who couldn't pull something like that off. They'll see me as nothing more than a victim at my trial. Those links I had to you, they'll be dismissed as me trying to buy a few drugs here and there, nothing more. Do you know what I'll get for that? A fine. Whereas you... you'll rot in here without our help."

Brad's face began to turn red with anger. Even though he deserved everything that would come to him, it didn't feel good to be used.

He was about to speak, but Brooke cut him off. "You're not used to being this vulnerable, and I know how you feel. Soon enough, you'll figure out that we're not the bad guys. I'm trying to help you, I really am." Her voice lowered to barely a whisper. "We couldn't have both gone down, you have to understand that Brad. Sit tight while I figure out how to get you out of this place. Okay?"

Brad nodded and placed his hand up to the glass. Brooke then lifted her hand to his. "Mother would be so proud of us, big brother." With that, Brooke turned on her heel and walked out of the door.

There were still so many questions that needed answering on both parts, but having found each other, they felt happier about life, careers, but most of all happier about carrying out their malicious plans together.

As they say, two minds are better than one.

            The End  

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It may be the end of 'His Secret' but it's not the end of Sophia and Noah's story. The next book in the series is titled 'Loving My Boss' and you can read the entire story right now on my profile! 

(Side note: Loving My Boss hasn't yet gone through a rewrite but I am in the process of doing so which means there may be parts that do not add up fully from HS to LMB but the story is pretty much the same! )

Thank you to everyone who has read His Secret and continues to support by reading my other stories and always commenting. I appreciate every single person who takes time to read the book- even if it's just a single chapter. 

Much love! 

-Sophi x