Page 8 of A Game of Secrets

I turn back to Dean, blood oozing beautifully from his gaping mouth. He'll live, but he'll fucking wish he didn’t. Letting his flaccid tongue drop to the ground, I fist my hand into his hair, "I told you, you caught me on a good day." I say looking him dead in the face then shoving his head back and leaving the room.

Walking through the basement corridor to one of the private tech rooms, I interrupt Zack, Sully and Felix surveying the CCTV cameras that cover the entire casino floors. They turn in unison to look at me as I enter, blood still dripping from the pliers in my hand. Anger still radiating from me as I head straight for the back, toward my private office.

"We need the clean up crew in the interrogation room ASAP. Sully, throw the fucker out before I change my mind and kill him. Felix, go and get me a clean set of clothes and Zack, make yourself fucking useful and get me a whiskey, not the cheap stuff either. Go upstairs and grab a bottle, something Scottish from behind the bar." I snap my orders. "NOW!" I shout louder when they fail to move quick enough.

I slam my office door behind me and head straight for my en-suite, another good decision from Silas, it's like he knew exactly what would happen down here. I strip down and let the scalding water melt away my sins.

After washing the blood stains from my skin and changing into the suit pants and shirt Felix picked up, I exit the bathroom to find Cole already sat waiting for me. I see he has happily helped himself to my whiskey with his feet kicked up on my desk. "Boy, get your feet off my goddamn desk." I warn. I swear since Silas got arrested, this kid has let the power get to his head.

"Chill out Linc, I'm not the reason you're all pent up. I thought ripping someone’s tongue out might have cheered you up a little," he says, goading me.

The image of Dean squirming beneath my hand flicks back through my mind. "Piss off, Cole. Why don’t you make yourself useful and pour me a drink of my own whiskey while you're over there." I sigh and relax down into the leather couch that takes up the entire side wall. "So, what does the boss want?" I ask, intrigued as to what has him calling in a job less than two weeks before he's released. Cole laughs as he hands me a whiskey tumbler and shakes his head plonking himself beside me on the couch.

"He's fallen in love with a pretty little prison nurse."

I almost choke on my drink. "Are you being serious? He can't fucking wait ten days? He'll have all the whores he could ask for at the club when he's back. We'll be celebrating for weeks. It's been a long fucking eighteen months with him in there and now he's calling about a bloody woman?" I down the rest of my whiskey and run my fingers through my hair. Cole slaps my knee in humor,

"He wants a full background check, 24 hour surveillance and under no circumstance is anybody to touch her.” I hear the tone change in his voice and note the smirk playing on his lips.

"Then that especially means you, Cole!" I say, with a warning in my voice. I know exactly what he's thinking. If she's good enough for Si, she's good enough for him too. "Hands off till the boss has his fill then she's all yours” I reiterate.

Chapter 6

Lucille

Having finally finished my rounds for the rest of the afternoon I collect my bag and pack up the few items left over from our own supplies and secure them back into the box to return to the hospital. My head is in a complete fluster from the days events, the earlier confrontation from Larry, the never ending advances from Tom that I’ve been dodging all day and the mind fuck from the heart-stopping, pantie-dropping criminal god that I would like nothing more than to be ravished by. It is criminal for any man to look that good. Also not to mention the anxiety I’ve felt all day that at some point Vinny could show up and most probably kill me.

I head for the transport van breathing a sigh of, I’m not sure what, relief maybe, and wait for Dr Graves to finish, eager to finally be getting out of this place.

With my mind still deep within the gutter, fantasizing about golden eyes, rough tattooed hands and chiseled jawlines, I sigh happily to myself just before Tom jumps into the van and pulls me from my inner pit of wanton desire.

“What a day!” he exclaims, slumping down next to me and throwing his arm over my shoulders. The initial contact makes my whole body cringe.

“Yeah you could say that. It wasn’t you who was almost accosted though was it Tom,” I chide, rolling my eyes and shrugging his arm from my shoulders. He tuts loudly in my ear, letting his disapproval known.

“Oh Lucille don’t be silly, nothing was going to happen to you. Besides, I stepped in and the guards carried him away to his filthy little hole. He would never have stood a chance with me there. And anyway you’d think they’d at least give them soap in there, it’ll take me ages to get that smell out of my clothes,” he remarks, turning his nose up as the memory of Larry’s stench permeates his senses.What a pretentious asshole.

It's definitely been a hell of a day! The drive back to the hospital is torturously slow, though I am graced by some stroke of luck that Tom is caught up in a phone call from some other doctor for most of the journey, and from the sounds of it, it’s a pretty important call. I try to be nosey and listen in but to my utter shock, he moves away from me and sits down on the back row of the van to continue his conversation in private, giving me what I can only interpret as a ‘mind your own business’ type of look before he turns away. But anyway, at least I have some breathing space now and I can focus my thoughts on tonight instead.

Having already arranged with Kat a few days ago that my brother, Max, would be watching both the kids tonight after she drops them off from kindergarten, I rush home as soon as we get back to the hospital and i’ve handed over what's left from our box of supplies, absent-mindedly waving Tom off as he shouts, "I'll see you later!" across the parking lot, a grin spread devilishly across his face. Kat is going to kill me for sure!

The two minute drive back home seemed pointless considering I live so close to work but I was desperate to be alone. The face of a god and his calloused touch still lingering across my lips are all I can think about, no matter how much I try to distract myself. Pulling into the driveway, I've barely switched off the ignition before darting for the front door. And as soon as I'm inside I head straight for the bathroom, slipping out of my clothes and plunging straight under the running water, letting the cool beats of water wash away the day. I shampoo and condition my hair before rinsing then slowly lather myself in body wash, and with the temptation too overwhelming I begin to tenderly stroke my fingers across the swollen bud between my thighs, with his words playing on repeat in my mind. I stroke harder, two fingers parting my already eager lips below, the image of molten eyes setting fire to my soul. I picture his rough hands in place of mine, rubbing, circling and pushing me further to my climax. Pulling my fingers back to my clit, soaked in my own juices I stroke, the pleasure building and building before it becomes too much and the delicious waves of my orgasm explode throughout my body. I shudder, knees buckling and squeeze my thighs together as I moan my release. The fuzziness in my head begins to clear, I can't believe I just did that over a man I don't even know, a fucking criminal no less! I shake my head, letting the cool water run, soothing my frazzled nerves. I really need to get laid tonight. I continue to wash my body, slathering my legs in soap before grabbing my razor and giving them the cleanest shave they've ever known and making sure to touch up my bikini line too.

Still reveling in the aftermath of my orgasm fantasizing over the inmate I can’t even remember the name of. I don’t even remember asking him for it actually. I collapse onto the bed and glance at the clock, it's 7pm. Kat will be here in a couple of hours. I've got enough time to pick out an outfit, eat something and put my face on before she arrives, but first I need to check in on my baby boy. Jumping up and heading to the kitchen, I crack open a bottle of wine while dialing Max.

"Hey, you alright?" Max asks, finally answering his phone.

"Yeah, I just wanted to say goodnight to Teddy before he goes to bed," I answer as I start pulling out the entire contents of my wardrobe.

Max is my older brother by six years, we are blessed with the same bitch of a mother, though I’m sure his opinion of her is much different than my own considering he was a planned for and dearly wanted child. Whereas I was the result of a one night stand, stained at birth and resented my whole life by the woman who is supposed to love and protect me, all because I supposedly ruined her figure. I’m the reason her skin is stretched and scarred, her tits are saggy and the bags under her eyes are blacker than her soul. I hear Max call Teddy, pulling me out of a spiral.

"Hi Momma!" he squeals excitedly.

"Hey baby boy, are you and Isabella being good for your Uncle Max?" I ask.

"Yes Mommy, we've had pizza and popcorn and watched a really funny movie," he replies.

"PIZZA AND POPCORN!" I exclaim. "What lucky little babies you are. Make sure you go to bed when you're told to, OK Teddy?"

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