Page 88 of Vicious Little Games

“Probably. But you won’t have to worry about coming back to Vegas after you graduate,” I assure him. “Because he’s going to choose me.”

28

Cole

Cass is out on her so-called date with Alistair tonight, which makes me fucking furious.

The little fucker never actually agreed to stop seeing her now that I think about it. He just anticipated what I was going to tell him when we spoke outside of his office—that I was going to warn him not to see Cass again.

Instead of trying to worm my way in with the Russian crew, what am I doing tonight? I’m sitting on my ass in bed, going through screenshots of the text messages between Cass and the first guard I caught creeping up the stairs to her room that I sent to myself. I can no longer see the originals since the son of a bitch canceled service on the phone, and apparently deleted everything from the cloud, just like I knew he would.

And while I have read every message he sent back and forth to Cass once before, I realize that I never actually clicked on any of the links when the phone was working.

From the thumbnails, I can tell they were obviously links to porn sites.

The asshole sent a lot of those to her at the beginning, mostly girl on girl I notice from the tiny photos below the links.

But one of the thumbnails looks awfully familiar.

Too bad I can’t click to confirm, but I’m almost certain it’s a video where a masked man in leather shows up in a couple’s bedroom.

The man, shocked and scared of the stranger asks, “Who the hell are you?” and the masked guy says something like, “I’m the bull cock your wife craves,” before he grabs the woman’s ankle, pulling her to the edge of the mattress. He then fingers her, realizes she’s not wet, and makes the husband lick her pussy until she comes before railing her.

Then, when the masked guy is done, he comes on the woman’s pussy before putting the man on his knees again, face between her legs, telling him to lick up all his cum from his wife’s pussy. The husband moans and jerks off while cleaning up his wife. And as the masked man starts to leave, the husband asks, “Will we see you tomorrow night?” The masked man tells him to grow a pair and fuck his wife’s brains out himself.

Anyway, the video isn’t all that problematic. It’s the message after Cass sent him a video of herself masturbating to the scene that catches my attention.

The guard says, Holy shit that was fast.

Cass replies, Thanks for the video. I thoroughly enjoyed it.

And he says, I thought you would. I know you loved it when two men played with you. You’re so damn feisty it took two cocks to break you, didn’t it?

It took two cocks to break her? That’s what he fucking said.

And I don’t like his wording. Not one little bit.

Cass doesn’t respond to his comment. She didn’t say anything to him for a few days when she finally told him the coast should be clear, and to come to her room that night.

Since Cass would probably never tell me what the hell he meant about “breaking” her, I decide to go right to the source.

I told the asshole to leave town; time to see if he listened. Since he canceled the phone even though I told him not to, I’m betting he’s still in town.

Since I can’t go to Dante and ask to use the laptop with the employee information in it, I’ll have to figure something else out to find out where he lives.

After I get dressed, I call August to see if he can help and if he’s up for an outing tonight.

“What’s up, man? Cass on another date?” he says as soon as he picks up.

“Yes, but that’s not why I’m calling,” I say to him as I pace around my bedroom with the phone up to my ear. “Could you get me the address for the two guards who used to work here? One is named Lowell, and the other was Matt. They both quit recently.”

“Why?” he asks.

“Because I want to pay them both a visit.”

There’s a long pause before he grumbles, “Does this have something to do with Cass?”

“Maybe.”

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