Page 13 of A Game of Secrets

I make my way out to the nearest private room, a small store cupboard housing brooms, mops and cleaning equipment and bringing the phone to my ear. "What the fuck to do you want?" I hiss.

"What the fuck do I want? Where the fuck are you!? You were meant to accept the shipment before following Silas’ pussy and you didn't show!! You had plenty of time to do it, Dimitri had to call me and now I'm stuck here sorting out your fuck up! Why didn't you call me earlier?." Linc is always so dramatic.

I roll my eyes. "It must have slipped my mind, I'm sure you have it handled my friend." With that I hang up. It didn't slip my mind, I got bored of waiting for it. I did tell Dimitri that I'd check the shipment later though. As one of our capo's, he should be able to check it in without me. Maybe I need to remind the little bitch who I am.

I leave the store room and head back to the booth. I'm eager to continue getting to know this girl who has me captivated already. But as I near the booth, I realize Topolino isn't there… has she run from me? I survey the area and notice her bag is still on the seat. She must have been in a hurry. I quickly grab her bag and head out front. Looking around the parking lot I notice a man trying to fumble his way to his car. He has someone with him who appears to be unconscious. Realization hits me, it's that sleazeball Dr Graves bundling my girl into his car.

Rage ignites me, he's taking advantage of Lucille, or planning on doing so. Before I can think anymore I move quickly, silently advancing behind Dr Graves. I bring my arm around the fuckers throat and squeeze making him struggle and gasp for air. He tries to resist, clawing at my arm but fails as I tighten my grip and I happily watch his face drain of color as he collapses. Dragging him out of sight into a dark unlit area of the parking lot. I run to check on my little mouse. The fucker must have slipped her something, she’s out cold. Carefully, I pick her up and take her to my car, laying her comfortably across the back seats. I retrieve my phone and make a call.

"Linc, if you’ve calmed down now I need you to pick up some trash for me, keep him alive though, I’d like to execute the punishment to this fucker myself." I reel off the location of Dr Graves and his car.

"I'll meet you back at the house with him. Don't leave me waiting too long for an explanation." Linc hangs up. He's still pissed but when I explain things with Dr Graves, he'll see how I've bought him a present to say sorry.

I glance in the mirror as I'm driving back to Lucille’s house, she looks so beautiful bathed in moonlight. It lights a flame of anger in me that some creep, who is in a position of trust, was going to take advantage of her. My brothers and I may be murderers, thugs and borderline psychopaths but we do not tolerate abuse of women and children in any way, shape or form.

As I pull up outside her apartment, I open the door before carrying Lucille inside. Carefully, I lay her down on the bed. I can’t help smiling that it’s covered in my dried seed, If only it was her covered in me and begging. She looks like an angel, I only wish she was conscious so that I could really enjoy being in her bedroom with her. I'm itching to mark her, to make her mine in more ways than one. I push the thoughts away before I find it too hard to leave her.

As I bend down, I slip her shoes from her feet and carefully peel away her dress. Fuck, seeing her lay there in her lacy black thong has me reaching under my trousers for my cock again, stroking it at the sight of her. She starts to stir and rolls on to her side, not opening her eyes. Minute's later I'm exploding over her back. Feeling smug, I wonder whether I should clean her up or leave her covered in my cum. I opt for the latter, grabbing a purple throw from the corner chair and placing it over her. She gasps something in her sleep, sounds very much like Tomcat, this makes me smile. She's dreaming of me. I stay with her for a couple more hours to make sure she really is OK. I place a glass of water by her bedside and some Tylenol I found in her medicine cabinet in the bathroom and just before I leave I write a note, I know I shouldn't but I can't resist.

I simply write;I'll be seeing you Topolino.

With one last glance, I leave locking the door behind me.

I drive back home to the house Silas, Linc and I share, with anger building inside of me as I remember what’s awaiting me. Entering the gates, I drive and park around back. Stepping out of the car I look to the night sky and sigh "Cogliere la notte,'' before heading inside and down to the basement, where our playroom waits with my honored guest; Dr.Graves.

I open the door to the room housing the one way mirror that looks into our interrogation room. I glance through to see Dr Graves strapped to a chair, unconscious.

"So, are you going to explain why you had me kidnap an unconscious doctor?" Linc snaps.

"Well my dear friend, this piece of shit was just about to take advantage of il mio topolino." I say, not caring that I let slip my endearment.

"Who the fuck is your little mouse dude?" He snarls back at me.

Looking around the room I see our tools laid out ready for me. I walk over to inspect which I'll be using on the Doc, ignoring Lincs question.

"Cole, this is not the time to go psycho about some girl you don't even know!" He shouts at me.

I turn to Linc and smile, "Oh but brother I do know her, I've been watching her and I've decided, if she agrees, that we should share her. You'd like her, Linc, she's sassy, cute and beautiful."

Linc interrupts me, holding a hand up to argue. "Share her? You are out of your mind!? Silas won’t agree with this. And I haven't even met her, Cole!"

I laugh because it doesn't matter what he says, I know this girl is for us, "You will see Linc, she's perfect. Her tits are phenomenal, her lips will look so good around our cocks.''

Linc splutters cuss words at me both a mix of English and Italian and I can't help but laugh more, he gets so worked up over the inevitable.

When he finally calms down he looks at me dead in the eye with a finger pointed towards my face, "I don't know how the fuck you have seen her tits butyoucan explain this to Silas. I'll be staying out of it, but I'll agree that if this prick did try to take advantage of Lucille he definitely needs to pay."

Grinning back at him I reply, "Finally something we both agree on.”

Returning to the arsenal of blades in front of me. I start to sing "Eenie, meenie, minie, mo. Catch a doctor by the toe. If he squeals, let him go. Eenie, meenie, minie, mo. Should we let him go Brother if he squeals?"

Linc rolls his eyes, "That would depend on how loudly and sincerely he squeals Brother."

With that in mind, I decide to use one of my favorite knives to torture our captive. He’s already strapped to our iron chair but he’s too unconscious for my liking. Linc looks my way and smirks as I pick up my favorite blade, the BC-41. It’s beautifully made, the handle in the form of a knuckle duster made from cast iron. And I recently had the blade sharpened which excites me even more.

Linc says, "Care to make this interesting Cole? I say he pisses himself before you even make the first cut."

I laugh "Deal, if he pisses himself before I make him bleed, I'll let you be the first to have Lucille's lips around your cock."

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