Page 9 of A Game of Secrets

"Yes Mommy, I love you, goodnight!" he sings through the line.

"Goodnight baby, I'll see you in the morning. Now hand the phone back to Uncle Max," I say, taking a huge chug of my crisp white wine. It's hard to spend the night away from him but I know I need to let my hair down and so luckily, Max agreed to have them both.

"He'll be fine Luce, you and Kat go and have a good night, I've got this handled. Don't go getting into any trouble though. I don't want to have to bail either of your asses out for a catfight over some bloke in the club." Max laughs down the phone.

Feigning shock I reply, "Would we EVER start a fight brother?" I practically hear him roll his eyes in response.

"I mean it Lucille, just be careful, please," he says, his voice now every bit serious.

"Jesus, okay Max I know, I know, we're not that stupid. I can take care of myself. I'll call you in the morning, and thanks again for watching the kids." I reply before hanging up.

He has every right to worry considering the job that he does. Being a mafia man has its pro’s but it’s also a life and death sentence all in one. I get it, I really do. He has made some serious enemies that could easily be out to get to him through the likes of me, or anyone he's linked to, but I didn't need him to kill my vibe this early on in the night. I haven’t even left my apartment yet. I quickly polish off my glass of wine before shaking the bad vibes off. Holding two sets of outfits up, in front of the mirror. I settle on a little black silk strappy dress that criss-crosses over my back leaving hardly anything to the imagination.Perfect!I praise myself, pulling on a pair of hot pink peep toe heels and lining my lips to match. If I don't pull with this much skin on show tonight I swear I must have the words 'DO NOT TOUCH' imprinted on my body for every man to read.

After hopelessly trying to pin my hair back for at least fifteen minutes, I admit defeat and hope that Kat won't mind sorting it out for me because I’m about ready to throw the brush out the window.

No sooner than the thought has entered my mind, I hear her voice singing, "Girl are you ready to party?" before she saunters through the front door. Her deep brown hair is perfectly pulled back into a tight, high pony, the tail trailing down past her waist. She’s wearing the shortest champagne mini dress I’ve ever seen, killer red heels and bright red lipstick. Kat is naturally beautiful, so when she’s all dolled up like she is right now, she’s absolutely drop dead. There is no doubt she’ll be getting some attention tonight. Hopefully it’ll be a good night for both of us, and I can forget all about prisoner number 69 or whoever he was.

Chapter 7

Cole

The night sky is lit with the bright city lights, the occasional sound of dogs barking breaks the silence of the night as I sit parked outside the woman's apartment that has enamored my brother. Only time will tell if she will have the same effect on me and Linc. I look down at my phone to the summarized profile Linc has just sent me. It’s only a quick overview but it’s something to go off.

Name: Lucille Holland (Preferred name Luci).

Age: 27, Date of Birth: 4th December 1994.

Occupation: Nurse currently working at Summerlin Hospital Medical Center specializing in wound care and emergency care.

Living situation: Red Rock Villas Apartments, Apartment 2.

Children: Teddy Holland, Aged 5, Date of Birth:15th October 2017. Attends kindergarten at Merryhill Elementary school.

Next of kin: Camille de la Rue (Mother)

Emergency contact: Max Costello

I have a double take of the emergency contact. What the fuck? How does that Irish scum know her and why is he important enough to be her emergency contact? I bet Linc is raging, Silas sure knows how to pick them. I pull up Linc's number and hit call, it only rings twice and he's picking up.

"Cole, if you have called to piss me off more about the girl being involved with those Irish fucks, I'll hang up now," he growls. I can hear him pacing his office in the casino. I can practically hear the floor being worn thin as he goes.

I chuckle to myself "Why would I try to piss you off? You’re like my big adopted brother, an ugly big adopted brother that is, but not all of us can be blessed with my good looks." I hear him throw something that clangs in the background.

"You know full well why you're trying to piss me off! You're going to see her as a challenge now aren't you!? I told you not to go after her brother! Her being involved with the Irish doesn’t change that" he rages at me.

Someone has their panties in a twist if you ask me, but he's not wrong I'm definitely more tempted than before to play with her. I wonder if she would like my games, enjoy the way my knife would feel on her skin as her blood seeps out, coating her pretty milky skin. After all, I am in need of a new fuck buddy. She might just fit the bill, but then again, Silas did give me orders not to touch his toy. I can see exactly why he was so enamored by her looking at the photographs provided. She's strikingly beautiful with her blonde hair and piercing green eyes. She can't be more than 5’4”, her build is slight but with curves in all the right places.

"Chill out brother, it might not be as it seems, maybe he's the kids daddy, then if I fuck her it'll be like a slap in the face to those dirty Irish cunts." I retort, cracking my knuckles as I'm watching her house. I can see her silhouette through the window, it looks as though she's looking out at the night sky, admiring the stars that are dancing with the moon.

Linc rages some more, "That's not the answer to this and you know it Cole. Silas is going to see this as a big blow, hell those Irish fucks might have planted her in the prison to get him to lose his temper or worse psych him out to feel like he's being watched. We need to watch the girl, see what her involvement is with them, leave me to inform Silas of the situation."

I still prefer my idea, I could even leave a little permanent mark on her creamy skin so that fucker Max would see I've been in her pussy every time he fucks the bitch. I sigh, finally giving in to Linc, "Fine Linc, but if she is Costello's girl then she's fair game."

He is breathing heavily over the phone now. I think he's probably finished destroying his office. "Okay but if you do that you're on your own dealing with Silas for tapping her ass before him," he grunts in a lighter tone than before.

An old red Volvo S80 pulls up outside Lucille's apartment, music is blaring from it, sounds like ‘Girls Just Wanna Have Fun,’ by Cyndi Lauper. I smirk thinking it's not just girls that want to have fun. Remembering that I’m still talking to Linc I say, "Ok bro, I need to go, some brunette chick just pulled up at the apartment, I need to focus. Go get one of your whipping boys to clean up your trashed up office, speak to you soon."

Linc laughs, "Ok, I'll try to get more information on this chick and send it through soon, stay safe brother," Linc ends the call and I go back to stalking my prey.

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