Page 67 of Twisted Games of Revenge

“Okay.” She smiles slyly. “If you’re sure. I have a plan, a decoy if you will. A girl I know works for Enzo on occasions. She has come to me for help to get out. She’s risking a lot, but she wants him to pay, and she is prepared to do whatever it takes to make that happen. She said she just has to make the call, and he will come running to her bedside. The best part is whatever they get up to, Valentina likes to watch, so she will leave as well.”

I try not to imagine the disgusting scene she just painted me. Her plan sounds too good to be true, so I’m sure it is. “Canwe trust this girl?” I lock eyes with Sloane, and I know she understands what I mean. She could be working for him in more ways than one. Just like Pia.

“Yes, I’m sure of it.” She doesn’t elaborate, but she doesn’t have to, there is something in the way she says it, just like when I first met her that I know there is nothing for us to worry about. But if that is the case, then this girl is really putting herself in danger to help us.

“How will you protect her? What if something goes wrong and he knows it’s a set-up?”

“That’s the best bit, they always meet at Jagger’s bar, The Precinct, in a private room. One where there is one-way glass and cameras. Anything that’s going on in that room, Jagger can monitor for us and stop immediately if need be.”

“I feel bad for him, that’s all kinds of disturbing. And Enzo is okay with this? He knows he’s being filmed, right?”

She winces, and I can see this idea is grossing even her out, and she literally runs a sex club where anything goes. “He gets off on it,” she mutters.

“Disturbing,” Geovani comments, and I remember the boys are both back there. “You think your brother might have copies of past tapes?” he asks, his mind working over her latest plan.

“Geo.” I glare at him because that shit is more disturbing. I have seen enough shriveled Enzo to haunt me for a lifetime.

He stares at me, deadpan. “Not for me, we could use them to slander his character. Just like the mayor, he does this shit because he thinks he can. He thinks he’s going to get away with doing whatever he wants to whoever he wants, but with evidence to support the story of who he really is behind closed doors, they will turn on him. If anyone still involved thinks the FBI are going to take on the case, especially men like the police commissioner, it won’t matter how entangled their pasts are, he will have toabandon Enzo to save himself. There would be no coming back from human trafficking charges for the commissioner.”

“I’m sure I can have Jagger send them to you. Just make sure tonight’s girl isn’t featured in whatever plans you have, Geovani. We need to protect her, I gave her my word.”

“Done.” He nods.

I smirk back at him. Watching his evil mind at work is sexy as hell. Things may be taking a slightly different turn for tonight. I had hoped I was setting up the doctor so Enzo would see his destruction, but we can make this work as well.

Chapter 28

The five of usare slumped onto couches in the dimly lit control room. The scent of whiskey is heavy in the air, the boys’ tumblers half-empty and the bottle nearly gone. I stopped after my first drink, needing my head clear. It’s been a long night, and I for one am ready for it to be over and for my boys to take me home to bed. But first, we have to deal with the piece of shit we’re watching on the monitor. Dr. Northgate.

Enzo and Valentina disappeared a couple of hours ago after a call from Sloane’s friend. For someone so powerful, he’s strangely manipulated very easily. And I have to wonder if that’s because he really has no idea his demise is evident. Years of controlling this town have him thinking he is immortal. But every man has his weaknesses and he’s no exception.

“One more round,” Dr. Northgate declares, desperately pushing his remaining chips into the center of the table, the tremble of his hand obvious even to the five of us through the monitor. He’s a man on the edge.

The man the other players have been calling Silver all night, looks him over with a discerning grin. They are the only remaining players. “If you’re sure.” Silver pushes his chips in, matching his bet.

I hold my breath. The suspense is too much. I already know exactly what’s going to happen. Dr. Northgate has been on and off calls all night. Every time he loses big, he makes a call and comes back with more chips. Someone is backing him. But from the way his crisp white shirt sticks to his back with perspiration, I know this is it. He’s out of options. He’s called in every last favor he can.

Ricky’s hand comes around my front, pulling me back into him, his lips brushing my earlobe. “I’m going to have to fuck you right now if you don’t stop squirming in my lap, baby doll,” he warns playfully, sending a tingle right through me that makes me groan.

I roll my hips over his lap, teasing him with slow, deliberate movements, just for fun. “You’re the one who made me sit on your lap.”

He bites into the fleshy part of my lobe. “Because I want to fuck you.” He chuckles darkly, sending a wave of goosebumps over my skin. And fuck, that’s what I want as well. I’m so on edge I need something to take away the anxiety.

“Didn’t you get enough last night?”

Maddox turns his head, a scowl twisting his features as he glares at our playful antics. Is he annoyed that we’re interrupting the tension or just pissed it’s not his cock I’m teasing?

I smirk at him, a mischievous glint in my eyes. “Sorry,” I mouth to him, knowing he’s trying to concentrate on the game. I slap Ricky’s chest. “Down, boy, we need to focus.”

Ricky’s hungry eyes meet mine in a look that makes me forget how important tonight is, and instead, I want to drop right down to the floor and beg to suck his cock. Fuck, this man does somewicked things to my head. Quickly, I avert my gaze so I don’t get trapped in his magnetic pull. But I don’t move off his lap. With the way my heart is racing, I need something to calm me down a little, and Ricky always knows just how to keep my anxiety at bay. Even if it is by playing around. His arms stretch around me, hugging me close.

The dealer plays the last card, and we watch the screen as Dr. Northgate registers what just happened. His face, etched with lines of utter devastation, speaks volumes of his immediate suffering. He’s lost it all to his opponent. Every damn cent he had to his name. And the extra he’s been borrowing all night.

Alex and Geovani, who have been watching through the screen, spin back to face us, sheer joy in all of their eyes. This is the moment we have been waiting for all evening. Alessandro closes the gap between us, taking hold of my face in both his hands. “You’re a sick fucking mastermind, princess,” he says, before plastering a kiss to my lips.

“He’s on his way up here.” Geovani chuckles with excitement.

I push off Ricky’s lap, my grin wide as I stand up, the sound of his chuckle still ringing in my ears. “Perfect, are you ready, Maddox?”

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