Page 37 of Vicious Little Games

Cass must be on the pill. She wouldn’t have forgone protection if not, right?

Which is not all that surprising since she’s been so…promiscuous with the guards.

For once, I’m thankful for those bastards because it means even more pleasure for me when I get to bury inside of her slickness.

All I know is that she better not have fucked those assholes bare.

12

Cole

The two weeks following the quickie at Sophie’s wedding, Cass is even icier to me than before. She doesn’t speak to me or even look at me during our forced family dinners now that it’s just the four of us: me, my mom, Cass, and Dante. Even though it sucks, it’s probably for the best not to keep it up, to chance letting it become more than just great sex knowing what I have to do at the end of August.

There haven’t been any new guards visiting Cass’s room or kitchen either. At least none that I know about. She even told Dante one night that she’s no longer working out with his employees in the gym.

Why he ever agreed to that shit, I have no clue. Probably because he thought it would help Cass learn how to better defend herself. In reality, he just gave a bunch of assholes the chance to roll around with his horny daughter.

Not that she’s been horny enough to visit me. And I haven’t attempted to break into her room again. That was a one-time thing. If she wants me, she knows where to find me. After all, it’s easier for her to sneak downstairs than for me to sneak up to the third floor.

I sleep most of my days away, other than the one morning my mom made me go play tennis with Sophie. That didn’t go over well with her new husband, so I don’t plan on going back any time soon.

One afternoon around lunchtime, I’m woken up after a late night jerking off to videos of Cass to loud voices and slamming doors on the main floor of the penthouse.

I make my way down to find out what’s going on, since it’s the most excitement around here since the wedding. Once the wedding was over, Dante and my mother have constantly been lurking around the penthouse, and my guards aren’t giving me any space when I leave it.

“What's going on?” my mom asks Dante when they meet outside the hallway near his office and I’m still on the stairs. “I thought I heard Sophie.”

“You did,” Dante mutters. “She's home and she's...I'm going to fucking kill Lochlan Dunne!”

I have no idea if Dante is just saying that because he's angry with the man or if he means it. You never know with the mafia king.

“What happened? What did he do?” my mom asks as I eavesdrop.

“Sophie won't tell me. She was just sobbing and wouldn't stop. She begged me not to make her go back to him.”

“Oh, no.”

Sighing, he adds, “She also asked me to get her some pregnancy tests.”

“Oh, shit,” my mom mutters.

“Yeah,” Dante agrees. “If you see two women in the penthouse, they're her new guards, the ones that Lochlan hired. I offered to pay them more to stay on since Sophie seems to feel safe with them.”

“Good, that's good,” my mom agrees. “Is there anything I can do? Should I go downstairs to the pharmacy and get some tests?”

“Yes. Get a dozen. I want Sophie to be damn sure either way.”

“Okay, I'll be right back,” she agrees. Going up to her toes she gives Dante a peck on the cheek before starting for the door.

“Take guards with you, butterfly,” Dante yells out.

“Always,” she agrees.

“Is everything okay with Sophie?” I ask Dante when I make it to the first floor. Now I’m feeling guilty that I didn't tell him about the belt marks on her ass I saw when we played tennis the other morning. Mostly I kept quiet because I didn't want to have a conversation with the mafia king about his daughter's ass, and second, because for some reason, I think Sophie cares for the fucker, so it would be a shame if Dante overreacted to the belt whooping by killing him.

“No.”

“Is there anything I can do?”

---