Page 78 of Wickedly Played
“McGuire knows.”
I hear a stream of explicit language in Gaelic escaping my boss’s lips. “What happened?”
“He called and told me he wanted his daughter back and that he found some shit out.”
“And?”
“Jesus. I got pissed and told him I found shit out, too.”
“You’re a fucking dumbass who should have been shot into a white sock,” he slanders.
My patience has run thin. I’m pissed that this is getting in the way of my time with Serena. I’m feeling murderous that she invited that loser to play. I’m also not stupid enough to not predict what the boss is going to say next.
“You have to give her back. If Lorcan wants her, and then we can stick to our plan, let him have her.”
“No,” I blurt.
“I wasn’t asking, Max.”
Shaking my head, I look up at the ceiling. “She’s mine. She’s not going anywhere.”
“No one told me that being a Don would feel like having fifty children instead of foot soldiers.”
Through the feed, I see Serena snooping through the surveillance room. “I have to go.”
Franky’s abrupt voice rings through the line as I attempt to hang up the phone. “I don’t give a fuck about some pussy. I want a call in four hours about the plan to give her back.”
I hang up the phone, swing my backpack over my shoulder, and then walk out of my room. I run down the stairs to grab my girl, and I am holding her hand tightly in mine as we walk to the car.
“Baby,” I kiss her on the cheek while opening the door for her. She smiles at me while sliding into the truck. “You ready?”
ME: Bro, I need you to pull the camera breach at her house and see who has been hacking in
ADAM: What the fuck? This job is costing me more money than I’m getting from it
ME: It is almost over
ADAM: Yeah, Franky called, and he’s pissed
ME: Of course he is. Let me worry about him
ADAM: Look, I get you like this girl, but she isn’t worth blowing up the Family for
ME: I’m not doing anything
Serena’s little giggle rings through my ears. “We’ll see you there, pet,” she says.
Stella’s being walked out to Deacon’s car with his hand pressed to the small of her back. “I hate him so much,” she whispers to me.
“Why, baby?”
She shakes her head. “He reminds me of my ex-husband. He only wants her because he likes the idea of her.”
“What do you mean?” I’m pulling out onto the road to take us to The Checkmate Club. I place my hand on her thigh and squeeze.
“He’s pissed off at me because she’s a natural submissive for me, but not for him.”
Jesus.“Has he said anything to you?”
