Page 38 of A Game of Secrets

As I step inside, I hear raised voices coming from the kitchen. Taking my jacket off, I hang it over one of the dining chairs as I pass, on my way to see what all the commotion is about. I roll up the sleeves of my shirt and rub my hands over my arms. I need to get these tattoos finished, I think to myself.

Pushing the door open to our open plan kitchen area, I see Cole and Linc in eachothers faces standing next to the island in the middle of the workspace. "That's not the point, you don't know who she is or how far involved she is with the Costellos, Cole. You can't be so drunk on her pussy that you forget who she was there to aid at the fight!?" Linc spits venomously at Cole.

Cole sees me behind Linc, always watching his surroundings, he smirks, then nods in my direction. "If anyone is pussy drunk it would be Silas. He's the one that filled her tight little cunt after he won the fight against her brother. I'd say that would make her partial to our side, wouldn't you?"

Linc sputters and turns to face me. "You did what!? She’s Irish blood!?"

I glare at Linc and tell him, "Yes, Max Costello is Lucille's brother. She has no part in the Irish gang apart from a sisterly concern to her brother."

Linc growls, "I don't care, you can't trust her!"

I see red at his words, rushing forwards and grabbing him by the throat in a rage "You do not tell me who I can and can not trust, fratello!"

Linc headbutt's me in the face, causing me to step back, releasing him in shock. I take a swing, clocking him in the jaw, making him stumble into the island.

Cole chuckles from the side lines.

"I don't know why you are looking so smug Cole. You didn't come home and sleep here after the fight night. You didn't spend all night at the restaurant either. Do tell dear Silas whose bed you kept warm that night!" Linc spits, full of animosity.

I turn to Cole. I knew he took her home and was intrigued and protective of her but I didn't think he was foolish enough to cross this line with me. "Tell me the truth Brother. Tell me you didn't put a mark on her, you didn't betray me!" I snarl at him taking a step forward. He doesn't even flinch, he's probably the most insane of us all, it's what worries me the most. If he's crossed that line with her and becomes obsessed, I don't know if either of them would survive it. Cole would claim her as his own and she would have no say in the matter.

"I'll give her time to adjust to you both before I fully make her as ours. However, I did taste her that night and I'll admit, she is exquisite. I'd be happy to enjoy her for every meal." He says, casually checking his nails as though this is a normal fucking thing to say. I go to punch him but he swiftly dodges my advance. "Brother, calm down. You have had her first and she's perfect for all of us. I don't understand why we can’t agree to share," he explains.

This time I land my punch to his ribs, knocking him back and stealing his breath. "Cole, she's not yours and we've talked about this. Your tastes aren't what everyone likes, she's not for you. Don't obsess over her!" I warn, throwing another punch his way but he evades contact.

"Maybe you should be telling Linc here not to get obsessed, Silas. From what Mercedes has been telling some of the other girls, Linc can't seem to get her out of his head. He even called Mercedes by her name whilst fucking the whore. Now that sounds to me like he's got a growing infatuation himself. Maybe that's why he's so wound up." Cole reveals throwing his arms out.

"I do not have an infatuation with her!" Linc bellows in response.

Cole throws his head back and laughs, "But you are obsessed with her and she's in your head, right? I mean she's in mine, I'm not afraid to admit it. She's definitely in Silas's. I still propose we share her. We aren't normal men, we would never be able to give a woman everything she needed separately, but between us we could give her the damn world."

Linc is silent, I know he's considering it, and for once I'm thinking Cole is being the most level headed of us all. It's a crazy fucking idea, I don't like the thought of anyone else with la mia Luce but if it had to be anyone, it would be the two men standing before me.

I turn to Linc, "You might not trust her, but I see in your eyes that you like something about her. If what Cole says is true, and I know he wouldn't lie to me, then can you agree to put our differences aside and share her, if she agrees?" Cole is grinning like a kid at christmas.

Linc nods, "I'm not sure I'll want her the same way you both do, but I'll try. But I still think there are more secrets to unravel with her, I think she’s hiding something."

I slap him on the back and turn to Cole. "So you got what you wanted, how does it feel to be the one that talks sense into us two for once?" I joke with him.

Cole's looks at both of us, his eyes are devoid of emotion. "I made her a promise. I will not let anyone hurt her or her boy, that includes you both. So this is your first and only warning: if she accepts one of us or all of us, you treat her well or I'll let my demons out in her honor."

I look at him, Cole really is the most psychotic of us all. His unhinged need to protect her will drive him to do whatever it takes. I respect that in him because I wholeheartedly agree. "Message received Brother but I won't hurt and neither will Linc." I reassure him.

He nods and turns to the fridge as if nothing happened and says, "So are you hungry? I can cook some pasta if you are."

I smile, he's at home and at ease when he's in the kitchen. "Sure that would be nice."

Linc laughs, "Yeah I'm starving, after all the whiskey I've been knocking back I need something to soak it up, it's the only reason you landed that punch Si."

I laugh at him. "Sure it is Linc, whatever you say."

Chapter 22

Lincoln

It's been several days since the revelation between Lucille and Max Costello came to light. Silas and Cole are over the moon now that she's been labeled as 'fair game' and their plan to share her seems to be all they speak of, but I still have my reservations about her. Don't get me wrong, I can't seem to get the woman out of my head and would love to see her take my cock in between those perky pink lips of hers, but there's still something niggling at the back of my mind telling me she is not to be trusted, something I will get to the bottom of.

I glance towards the clock on my bedside table. It's 02:05 and I can not sleep for the life of me. I palm the heel of my hands into my eye sockets and rub my eyes until I feel like they might burst. "Fuck it!" I sigh, ripping back the satin sheets and swinging my legs over the side of the bed. I need to get to the bottom of this before it fucking eats me alive.

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