Page 7 of A Game of Secrets

I pull the handle out and grip her neck, pulling her up against me. “Ready for the real thing?” I ask. Just as I start to push my cock inside her my phone rings. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me!!!” Pushing Roxi back down on the table, I grab my phone. The only people with this number are Silas and Linc. The guards in lock up turn a blind eye to Silas so he calls whenever he needs a job doing or to check his empire is still standing. This better be fucking important!

"Hello, Brother," Silas says casually through the speaker.

"Brother, you’re interrupting my play time. Is this important or can I get back to bleeding and fucking this whore in peace?" I growl as I put my phone on speaker and shove into her hard.

Silas and I have shared girls in the past so this is nothing new for him. The buttplug in her ass reminds me of when we’ve filled other girls up with both our cocks at the same time. The noises coming from Roxi are almost feral and I laugh, I definitely pushed her to her limit today.

Silas chuckles too, "Remember Cole, no permanent marks. Is it Roxi today or are you testing a new girl?"

Roxi's head snaps to look at me, fuck sake she's getting clingy. Maybe I should kill the bitch after I've finished fucking her. I'd love to use this knife and slit her pretty little throat as she takes my cock.

"Brother are you still there?" Silas says, snapping me from my thoughts of how to bring her life to an end, I'd be lying if that didn't turn me on, making my dick even harder.

"Yes, fuck, yes I’m still here. Shit hold on for a minute. I need to take out the trash, this bin is full and over used. I’ll find a nice new bin to dump my cum into later,” I reply with an even tone. I don't want Roxi thinking I'm going to bring her back here again after that look she gave me, no way is she getting possessive on me. Bitch needs to go or I'll end her. She’s gone silent and still so I know she heard every word. I push her head into the desk and bend over her with my cock still buried deep inside her. I know I’m hurting her but she needs to realize that she's nothing to me, I don't do relationships. "Go back to work, don't come back here looking for me to carve your skin up again. I've had my fill of your pussy, now leave" I say as I yank my dick out of her cunt. I'd like to say I was gentle but I'd be lying. Roxi's eyes water as she stumbles to grab her clothes to leave, she knows better than to talk back to me. Once the door is closed and the whore is gone, I sit back down in my chair. “So, how can I help you Silas? Trouble in the showers?"

Silas roars with laughter, "Good one Cole but no, no trouble there. You know I'd have too much fun beating the shit out of any motherfucker that tried to approach me. I need you to do a job for me." I wait for him to continue, what job could need doing now that can't wait until he's out of prison, it’s less than 2 weeks now. Silas continues, "There’s a girl, Lucille Holland, she's a nurse who works at Summerlin hospital. I need you to follow her, find out what you can, get Linc to do a background check. I want to know everything about her.''

This is a strange request. Maybe he's been without pussy for too long. "Ok Brother, but what's so special about her? She suck your dick while attending to your wounds?” I joke.

Silas growls, "Watch your mouth when you speak about her Cole. You will watch her until I can do it myself. Be discreet, do what you do best, keep to the shadows and stay out of sight.”

"Ok Silas, calm your tits, I'll watch the girl and get Linc to do a background check. Hey, maybe I'll like what I see…" I tease. I can't help it, he's so easy to wind up.

"Don't fucking touch her, Cole. You'll see first hand what I'm capable of, Brother!" he threatens. He just doesn't get it though, I know exactly what he can do, I'm just not bothered, but we are blood and I'd do anything he asks.

"Down boy, down. I’m only playing, I know better than to play with your toys without permission. Don't worry Brother, I'll keep her safe for you." I reassure him.

"I knew I could count you, I'll be seeing you soon," he says before hanging up.

So it looks like I've got a new project and her name is Lucille Holland. Let's see what has caught my brother's eye.

I spy, with my little eye, a little mouse ready to be caught. Let the games begin.

Chapter 5

Lincoln

The buzz of the light strip above sounds loud in my ears. I pinch the bridge of my nose and let out a sigh of utter annoyance. I can feel the frustration building in every cell in my body and I’m going to snap this mother fucker in two if he doesn’t quit crying. Turning to face the two way mirror behind me, I rest my hands on my hips pulling back my suit jacket, purposefully putting my gun in full view. I see the reflection of the cheater's eyes widen in horror and I cannot help but laugh. Nobody cheats in my casino and gets away with it. I turn to look at him, my face devoid of all emotion, giving nothing away. His face is a regretful, sniveling mess.

“I’ve decided you’ve caught me on a good day today, Dean. I don’t much feel like ruining this suit,” I say, circling behind him and placing my hands firmly on his shoulders. “So I’m going to give you one last chance to tell me how you managed to beat my best player, at my own table, in my own club. Six times in a row! Please do not start by telling me it was just good luck.” I give a warning squeeze to both shoulders before sitting down in the empty chair placed in front of him.

Dean drops his head, unable to look me in the eye and visibly shaking from head to toe. “I swear! I SWEAR, I didn’t know this was your casino, Mr Rossi. Please! I'm so sorry. I’ll never do it again, I swear! Please!” he chokes out. Snot and saliva mixing with his tears stream down his face.

I smile internally at his confession and lean back against my chair, tracing my finger along the stubble on my jawline, while tapping my other hand across the hilt of my gun in unison with the clock. Tick tock, tick tock. "Do you know what we do to cheaters around here Dean?" I ask, finally rising from my seat. I take my jacket off and place it over a hook on the back of the door then begin to roll the sleeves up on my shirt while slowly circling the cheater on his chair, slipping in and out of his line of vision. His sniveling is getting on my nerves now. I hate cheaters, but I hate pussies more.

I pause before a tall set of steel drawers lined up against the back wall. Choosing carefully, I pull out the second drawer on the right and a wicked grin spreads over my face at the sight of what's inside. I love it when somebody thinks they can outplay me, it means I get to outplay them. There really is no better sound than a man screaming for his life. Especially a man who has stolen from me. I trail my hand across the arrangement of tools before me, neat lines of the most perfect torture implements any man could ever need. My hand lands on the pliers without a second thought. My favorite, I grin. "When I ask you a question Dean, I expect an answer. I mean it's the least you could do after stealing from me, don’t you think?"

I hear him sobbing behind me and roll my eyes. What a pussy. "I'm sor-r-ry," he stutters between gasping breaths. Eyes as wide as craters as he catches sight of the metal pliers in my hand when I return to face him. He begins to panic, "No, no, I'm sorry Sir, I won't ever do it again. I promise I won't!"

"You're right Dean, you won’t and I have a sneaky feeling you're only sorry because you got caught." I lean forwards and bring my hand to his face. "Now hold still otherwise this is really going to suck for you."

Within seconds I wrap my arm around the back of his neck, grabbing hard onto his chin and pulling his head tight against my chest for support. He's wriggling and squealing like a little bitch already and I haven't even touched him. Forcefully shoving the pliers between his teeth, I grip his tongue, the pressure cutting straight through the flesh. His screams fill the entire room and I silently thank God that I let Silas soundproof the walls down here during the refurbishment, before ripping the chunk of muscle out from his mouth. The blood gurgles in his throat as he begins to choke.

"You spoke lies to me so I have taken your tongue. Now, if I EVER see you inside of my casino again, believe me, CHEATER, you will lose more than just your ability to speak." I spit into his face.

Suddenly the intercom buzzes. I whip my head around to see Cole staring at me through the mirrored glass, he's flipped the switch on the other side turning the glass transparent. He stands and stares at the scene before him with a wicked smirk turning up his mouth.

"Wrap it up big man, we've got a job to do," he says before giving me a nod. "The boss needs your computer skills."

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