Page 16 of A Pawn in the Game
It was a message.
We’re coming for you.
We weren’t ready then, but we won’t make the same mistake twice. I open the glove box, grabbing another gun.
“Ante did the recon, and we have three more men covering the area.”
“Good.”
If they come, it’ll be a bloodbath. But a part of me wishes for it. A chance to spill their blood like they did ours.
I don’t get my wish. The delivery goes without a hitch. Four crates of firearms are now someone else’s problem, while I count the money in the passenger seat.
“Thanks for the ride,” I tell Ivan, getting out in the club’s parking lot. Apart from a few cars belonging to the staff, the lot is empty.
Other than going home to walk the dogs, I’ve been practically living here ever since we took our little hostage. There are too many loose cannons around to be sleeping comfortably at home while she’s here.
I need to get some clean clothes. That reminds me.
I head straight for the bar, finding the waitress drying the glasses.
“Marissa, you got the stuff I asked for?”
“Mia. Yeah, I do.” She flashes me a flirty smile. “I can show you in your office.”
I nod and she follows me. She stands proudly in frontof my desk, in sky-high porn heels, and a dress shorter than her pussy hair. I presume.
“Where’s the stuff?”
“Here.” She lifts a paper bag in her right hand.
“Great.” I put my hand out, but her face scrunches.
“You don’t want me to try it on?” she asks.
“What? Why would I want that?” I take the bag and gesture for her to get out.
Spilling the contents of the bag on my desk, I realize my mistake.
She thought she was buying clothes for herself.
I pick up the lacy underwear with a pen, brushing a hand across my face.
It’ll have to do.
I remove the riskiest pieces, like the leather harness, a fishnet bodysuit and a nurse costume, rolling my eyes. Luckily, there are a few pairs of cheeky but relatively normal underwear and two nice bras inside. There’s also a tank top and a pair of leggings Sophie could use. In the pile of stockings, there’s a knee high, white cotton pair, which’ll have to do.
At least the towels feel soft and there’s a bunch of products for face, body and hair.
I pile the rest back in the bag and make my way to the dungeon. Like every time, a sense of dread blooms in my stomach, not knowing what to expect when I enter.
But what I see is inexplicable.
Sophie and Marko sit at the small round desk, playing chess, and chuckling.
Her chuckle is soft and sweet, the sound so unexpectant it hits me straight in the chest. She notices me sooner than he does, her gaze freezing when it lands on me, a chess piece stuck in air. Her mouth parts on an ‘oh’ and she pulls her hands to herself, like she was just caught red-handed.
If she were someone else, I’d have thought she was trying to flirt her way into my men’s graces. But this girl doesn’t havea seductive bone in her body. No, that chuckle was sincere, and somehow, it makes it even more special.
