Page 15 of A Game of Secrets

"Ok, ok I'll owe you and I'll leave. I promise I won't ever do this again, I'm sorry!"

"Good answer Tom, now let's get you sorted out. I think you’ve lost a lot of blood but I'm no doctor," I cackle then punch him with the knuckle duster part of the BC-41, knocking him out cold and probably breaking his nose at the same time.

"I'll call our guys to patch him up and make sure he leaves the city tonight." Linc adds, pulling out his phone to arrange the crew.

"Hey Linc, if you want I'll still let you have Lucille's pretty mouth but you gotta get on board with sharing." I tease. Linc just shakes his head and leaves the room ordering the clean up. I remove the BC-41 from my hand and head upstairs to get cleaned up before getting Topolino's key cut and the original returned before she realizes it’s missing.

I shout to Linc who is now in the kitchen. "Oh and my friend, we need to have a chat about our capo Dimitri!" I follow him and wait for his reply.

"What do you mean?" he sighs.

"Well fratello, it seems he told you that I didn't show for the shipment but I told him that he was to sort it out and I would come by in the morning to do a final check. But instead the little bitch went running his mouth to you."

Linc looks murderous. "So he disobeyed orders and then lied to me?"

Yawning, I say, "Seems that way"

Linc nods, "We will chat with Silas about replacing him as soon as he’s back on the throne, from what I hear, Silas has a friend in prison that would fit perfectly but we gotta bust him out first."

I smirk, "Well I'll leave that one to you, considering I've got enough to fill him in about with Topolinos delectable body."

Linc shakes his head. "Go shower before you scare someone with all that blood on you."

Fuck the shower, it’s time to go watchout for my new playmate

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Chapter 10

Lucille

Opening my eyes to the blinding sunlight coming through my bedroom window I groan, my throat feeling as if I've swallowed the entirety of the Sahara Desert. My head throbs instantly and I begin to feel overwhelmingly nauseous as I try to remember how I got home, undressed and into bed. "Oh God, I feel disgusting." Rubbing my eyes as I rest myself up against the headboard of my bed, waiting for the dizziness to pass. I feel sweaty and sticky, I need a damn shower. Half expecting to see some random guy lay next to me, I'm surprised when I glance around the room and realize it's only me. I notice a glass of water and some Tylenol already waiting for me on my nightstand. Without a second thought I reach over and pop the pills straight into my mouth before drinking the entire glass of water in one.

After waiting several minutes for the Tylenol to kick in, I finally muster up enough energy to get myself out of bed, catching sight of myself in the mirror as I do. Jesus I look a sight, it's a good job a guydidn'tcome back home with me last night to wake up to this. I shake my head trying to put the events of last night together. The last clear thing I remember is dancing and getting a drink at the bar, after that it all goes a little fuzzy. OH GOD, what if it was Tom that brought me back? With nausea hitting me again I stumble straight for the bathroom and throw up, my aim barely making it into the toilet bowl. Leaning back against the tiled wall and wiping the vomit from my mouth, I sit for a few minutes debating whether or not to get back into bed but hear my phone ringing from the bedroom. Dragging myself up to answer it, I croak a single "Hello?" sitting gingerly back down on the edge of the bed as my stomach threatens me again.

"Oh, so you are alive then!" Kat shouts down the receiver at me.

"Oh my God, not so loud woman." I wince. "I have the WORST head ever this morning, and what do you mean alive? Didn’t you bring me home?" I ask, a little confused.

"Ummm no," she mocks, "you told me you were getting a drink. I look over to see you talking to some hottie at the bar, next thing I know you've bloody vanished and I'm having a heart attack. Bitch, I could kill you."

Leaning my head forward into my hands, I take a few deep steadying breaths. "Kat, I don't remember a fucking thing, I have no idea how I got home. I woke up in my underwear, in bed for Christ sake and I'm disgustingly sticky. God knows what the hell happened when whoever it was brought me back." I open my eyes looking down at the floor, whatever Kat is saying now is incomprehensible. My vision blurs over, then focusing again I notice a piece of paper that’s sticking out from under the bed. Leaning forward I pick it up and read -I'll be seeing you, Topolino- handwritten in black ink across the page. Tomcat! I gasp as a vision flashes before my eyes of dark hair and soft lips.

"Luce. LUCE, LUCILLE! HELLO!? Are you still there?" I hear Kat shouting through the phone.

"Yes, yes, I'm here," I say, my voice barely above a whisper "he left a note."

"HE WHAT!? WHO?!" she shouts down my ear again.

"He left a note, the guy from last night at the bar. He left a note saying he'll see me soon." I say, re-reading it over and over as if the words would change before me.

"What a fucking creep, I'm coming over," she replies and before giving me chance to say no, she hangs up.

I flop backwards onto the bed, searching the very depths of my memory for anything else that I remember from last night but come up with nothing.

Being unable to tolerate the way I feel in myself anymore, I take the hottest shower possible and scrub my skin until it’s red raw. Kat has already let herself in by the time I'm finished and is sat on my bed looking at the note when I walk back into the bedroom like it could grow legs at any minute and run away.

"I'm not sure if this is extremely hot or extremely fucking creepy," she says, shaking her head looking wide eyed at me.

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