Page 51 of A Game of Secrets

“You’re hooked on mafia dick aren’t you?” She asks with a straight face.

“KAT!” I scold, rolling my head back and laughing with her. “Bitch!” I say as we sit back on our chairs in fits of laughter. “It’s not like that,” I say, “I don’t know exactly what it is like, but it’s not that. Even if it is all I can think about.” I add on in a hushed voice.

Kat raises her one eyebrow at me suspiciously, “Girl just admit it, you want to fuck him again.”

“Kat! Shut up!” I scold again, looking over her shoulder to see if anybody heard her, and taking a deep breath when nobody seems to be paying us any attention.

“You’ll fill me in on all the juicy details right?” She asks winking at me with a cheeky grin pulling at her lips.

“I promise,” I say, rolling my eyes as I cross my finger over my heart in the shape of an X.

“Good, now I'll leave you alone. Call me later. I want to know how it goes!" she says before standing up and leaving me back with my thoughts while I finish off my lunch break.

I make it home by 17:30, completely exhausted and ready to crawl into bed. I just about make it through my front door, I've already kicked off my shoes, thrown my cardigan over the back of the sofa and pulled my t-shirt off over my head on the way to my bedroom and as soon as I see my large double bed I collapse onto it, wrapping myself up in the duvet and close my eyes.

A loud PING of my phone jolts me awake and I’m still half asleep with blurred vision as I reach for it out of the back pocket of my jeans. It's Kat asking what I'm planning on wearing for my date tonight. SHIT. I sit up and bolt to the bathroom, I fucking fell asleep and now it's 19:00. God dammit Lucille, I curse at myself as I fling my clothes around the room and quickly jump under the shower. There's no way I'm meeting up with Silas with the stench of work lingering on me from today. I quickly shave my legs, bikini line and underarms then shampoo and condition my hair. Jumping out, I wrap a towel around my body and head for the bedroom standing in front of the full length mirror to dry my hair and quickly go over it with my curling wand leaving it in a loose wave that falls down over my shoulders. I run back to the bathroom and apply a little bit of makeup, lining my lids with my black pencil and coating my lashes in mascara. Less is more right? I run back into the bedroom, nerves eating away at my insides as I start tearing out clothes from my wardrobe and throwing them on the bed when they don’t feel right. I finally settle on a low cut black skater dress that accentuates my waist and flows out over my hips. I slip on some red heels and run a layer of red lipstick on to match. This will do. I quickly snap a picture of myself in my bedroom mirror and send it to Kat for approval who quickly responds with a heart eye emoji and a flame emoji. I grin and with her moral support give myself another once over before I grab my keys and a small red clutch bag and drive over to Mezzanotte. I fight down the waves of nausea, excitement and sexual tension that are all battling to see which comes out on top.

I pull into the dimly lit parking lot outside the club and swallow down my nerves as I cut off the engine and make my way to the entrance. I'm greeted at the door by a tall man, dark hair, clean shaved and shoulders as wide as a goal posts. My eyes widen at the sight of him and I know he notices it as a smile pulls up the corner of his lips. I watch his eyes take me in from head to toe and feel a chill run up my spine. "Alright darlin’? What can I do for you?" he asks, his voice smooth with a hint of deadly.

"I'm here to meet Silas, my name's Lucille." I say, hoping my voice doesn't give away my jumbling nerves inside.

At the mention of our names, any flirting disappears. The man's face hardens and his body visibly stiffens. "Follow me Miss, my name is Dario," he grunts, tipping his chin towards the door before walking me inside.

I gasp at the interior of the club, the whole room is dark, brooding and flush with velvet furnishings. A large stage runs along the back wall, fitted with poles and half naked women dancing around them to ‘Black Velvet’ by Alannah Myles. Through the spotlights I can make out a large crowd of men sitting around the front of the stage, wooing a large breasted woman who has her legs spread open leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination. A large fair haired man with a thick mustache and food stains down his shirt eagerly slips some dollar bills into the strap of her thong and she winks at him as she saunters off towards her pole. Women are working their way through the group of men, sliding their arms strategically around their necks to give them a good view of the goods they have to offer while others are carrying drinks to and from the bar. I turn my attention back towards the brunette on the pole, almost finding myself mesmerized by the way she's moving, her hips swaying perfectly in time to the music. "This way, Lucille," Dario calls to me from the bar, pulling back my attention. "I'll take you up to the office, the boss is just finishing a call," he says, leading me towards a metal set of stairs leading up to the second level.

"That's okay, I don't mind waiting here if he's busy," I say, stepping closer to the bar. I'd hate to get in between his business and I think I need a bit of liquid courage anyway because this is absolutely wild.

Dario watches me with a hint of uncertainty pulling at his brows. I'm pretty sure he's questioning whether he should go against his boss's orders by leaving me here or go against my wishes by escorting me upstairs. I give him a friendly smile and nod my head. "Dario, I am fine here. I will have a drink while I'm waiting." I slip on to a bar stool and take a glance at the time on my phone, it's 19:58. "Tell Silas he has two minutes," I add, giving him a cheeky wink and sending him on his way.

He shakes his head and chuckles. "Quinton, get Miss Holland anything she wants, on the house," he calls over to the guy behind the bar before he turns and heads towards the stairs. I gape after him at the fact he knows my last name. Obviously I've been a topic of conversation around here already.

"What can I get for you darlin’?" Quinton calls over the bar as I swivel myself back around on the stool to watch the performance on the stage. "I'll have a whiskey, on the rocks please," I say over my shoulder, unable to take my eyes away from the same brunette snaking her arms around a petite blonde wearing nothing but a G-string. I take my drink from Quinton and take a long slow sip, letting the burn trail its way down my throat. A few moments later the room seems to get darker, the only lights are now trained onto the stage. The dancers are changing over, and making their way to the center stage is a bleach blonde with legs like a runway model and a redhead who has a small tattoo of a cherry on the inside of her hip. The music drops and ‘Girls Girls Girls’ by Motley Crue starts blasting through the speakers. Instantly the two women, wearing nothing but lace knickers, move around each other with ease. Their hands caressing each other, teasing their male audience. I feel a large presence behind me and with a rush of excitement I bring my drink to my lips and throw it back in one knowing exactly who it is.

"Like what you see la mia luce?" a deep velvet voice whispers into my ear, sending a shiver straight down my spine. I feel Silas' fingers graze around the back of my neck as he shifts my hair to one side and traces his lips gently across my skin. I suck in a breath of air and watch as the blonde on stage runs her tongue down the valley of the redheads chest and carries on down all the way to her red lace thong. This is fucking insane I think to myself closing my eyes and leaning back against Silas' chest. “You look sexy as sin tonight in that little dress Lucille,” Silas growls low into my ear, taking a sharp bite of the lobe. “You’d look even better out of it though, standing on my stage, dancing for me and my brothers,” he adds, sinking his teeth into the flesh on my neck and sucking hard on my skin. I wince slightly at the initial sharpness but his words and the feel of his hands and lips on my body melt away everything else, eliciting a painfully delicious throb between my legs. A deep moan escapes my lips and I feel his body stiffen at the sound. “We will never make it to dinner if you make noises like that.” Silas coos, releasing his hold on me, leaving me wanting more, so much more.

His large hands spin the stool to face him, he’s dressed all in black, trousers, jacket and shirt with the first few buttons open revealing his beautifully tattooed chest. I drink in his appearance as he does the same with me, his hooded eyes roaming over me not missing a single inch. The look of lust is pure molten, burning me on the spot. If I was completely sober I’d be cringing at myself, so I’m grateful for the boost of confidence the little bit of alcohol is giving me. “Are you ready to go?” Silas asks, not taking his eyes away from mine.

I bite my lip having to break away from his intense stare. “I need to freshen up first,” I say because if I don’t compose myself before I get into a car with this man I am absolutely going to lose all sense of self resistance and straddle him before we’ve even left the parking lot.

Silas grins as if he can read my thoughts, “Of course, la mia Luce. This way,” he smirks, holding out his hand for me to take before leading me over to the ladies restroom.

“I just need a moment,” I say before dipping in through the door marked with a motif of a stripper, how fitting.

The door opens behind me a few moments later, just as I'm touching up my lipstick in the mirror and Roxi saunters in, the girl who came up to ask me if I was okay after the fight night, wearing a red lace bralette and a pair of silver hot pants and a smug grin on her face. "Hey babe, didn't think you'd ever step foot in this place," she says standing next to me and combing her fingers through her bushy mane of hair.

I huff a small laugh, "Yeah it's not exactly somewhere I thought I'd come to either."

Roxi turns to face me and leans her hip against the counter unit housing the sinks. "You know I'm not the bitch everybody says I am, we could be friends." She gazes down at my outfit making me feel a little uneasy, like she's picking me apart piece by piece. "I could even take you shopping. I know what kind of things Silas and Cole like." She smirks looking down at my dress again before adding, "and what they don't," under her breath just loud enough for me to hear.

"Thanks, but I think I'll be okay, I like to keep my men guessing, not just lay it all on the table," I reply, pushing up my own hair. I watch Roxi's face turn sour in the reflection and try to keep my face straight at the reaction, that'll teach you, bitch. I straighten my dress and smile at Roxi as I leave. "See you later," I say with a saccharine sweet voice. I almost swear I heard her mutter something that sounded like ’not if I have anything to do with it’ under her breath, but I can't be too sure.

I walk out of the bathroom to find Linc leaning against the bar opposite with Silas a little further behind talking animatedly over the phone. Linc's smile falters as Roxi walks out of the bathroom closely behind me and he instantly steps forward. "What has she been saying?" He snaps, narrowing his eyes at Roxi who tuts loudly by my side

"Now, now, Lincy poo, don't be like that. We're all friends here, right Louise?"

I raise my eyebrows at her blatant attempt to rile me and turn to face her, two can play this game. "Yeah sure Rosie, we're all friends here," I smile, winking at Linc who is trying to keep his face straight.

"Boss won’t be long, he's just had to take a quick work call," Linc states, tipping his chin towards Silas.

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