Page 54 of Vicious Little Games

“Yep.”

“There are no timeouts in this competition?”

“No.”

“Too bad,” he mutters with a grin before his attention goes back down to the phone.

Okay, then. “What are you doing?” I ask, wanting to know what’s more captivating than my breasts if he thinks they’re so perfect.

“Oh, I’m just sorting through my new goodies.”

As I walk closer, I’m able to make out the shapes of two big black guns, a watch, various wallets, and two more cell phones.

“Where did you get all of this stuff?”

“The lost and found,” he answers without missing a beat.

“The casino’s lost and found?” I ask in disbelief.

“Something like that.” Smirking while swiping through the phone in his hand that has a different case than his, he says, “Jesus. You want to see something seriously fucked up?”

“Sure.”

He pats the space on the bed next to him, so I pull my leg underneath me to take a seat. Cole holds the phone’s screen up in between us and hits play.

There’s then a young woman undressing on the screen, twenty-something and pretty.

“Why am I not even a little surprised that you’re watching porn?” I scoff when I see the woman undress down to a mismatching black bra and green and white panties.

“I wish it was porn,” he murmurs.

Cole scrolls through videos on the camera roll and plays another one. This time it’s a different woman undressing and putting on different clothes.

Tilting my head to the side, I ask, “Is that a changing room?”

“Took you long enough.

“Ew. You’re disgusting,” I tell Cole as I get to my feet to leave.

He stops the video and levels me with a look. “These are all videos on your date’s phone.”

“What?”

“Theodore is a pervy bastard,” he remarks. “Let me guess, he works in his daddy’s outlets’ maintenance department, right?”

“Yes. How did you know that?”

“He has unlimited access to all the clothing stores, even when they’re closed, right? So he must have installed cameras over the women’s dressing rooms.” Tossing the device to the mattress, he says, “Ew. And that means there are probably underage girls, which is a serious federal criminal offense.”

“How do you…why do you have Theo’s phone?”

“I told you—lost and found.”

“Cole,” I say with a sigh. “Really?”

“Aren’t you happy to find out now instead of later that he’s a nasty pervert?” he asks. “Now you can help me decide what to do next. How would you feel if you were one of those women? I can tell you how I would feel if it were my mother being watched like that without her knowing it.”

“If I were one of those women…” I start. “I would probably kill him.”

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