Page 62 of The Games We Play

“He’s had his hands all over you, hasn’t he? I bet he’s filled your filthy cunt over and over until it spilled down these delicious thighs.” His hands explore my body, and I turn my head away. Is this how Casey felt the night I killed Brady? Doing whatever she had to to survive?

My skin burns, and bile rises in my throat at the image. I’m nothing like her. I kill monsters like this. Like Seth. No amount of drugs can keep me from who I am.

The man steps closer, his skin nearly flush with mine, his hands rub around my hips to my ass. He drops his head to the crook of my neck, and I let him.

“Yes, he did,” I respond, and he jerks his head back at the sound of my raspy voice. How long has it been since I talked?

His lips curve into a wicked grin. “You were Lima’s little whore, weren’t you? So eager to let him have his way with you repeatedly.”

Lima? Is that his name? If this man knows who he is, why does Dad act like he has no clue? Unless this man hasn’t told him? But that doesn’t make sense.

“Yes,” I whisper because it’s true. “And I begged for it,” I purr into his ear, and the man shudders.

He lifts me by my ass, and I wrap my legs around him for leverage. “Now you’re my pet. An obedient bitch that will do whatever I say since you need a new master.”

Terror lances through my chest. Is he saying X—Lima—is dead? No, that can’t be. If he were, Dad would forgo this maniac quest and kill me, at least. The only reason I’m here is to get to X. So he isn’t dead. He can’t be.

I reroute my thoughts and put my plan into action. “This stays between us,” my breath blows against the shell of his ear. “Nobody here can know.”

His hardening erection pushes against my center, and I want to chop it off. I will. My list of people who I want to kill is growing, and this fucker just got second place. The first is reserved for Daddy dearest.

“Then I’ll have fun as you try not to scream.” He bites my neck, and I hiss at the harshness.

Sliding my tongue up his ear, I graze the shell with my teeth, then I clamp down hard and lock my jaw. The bastard shoves me away, slinging me onto the bed. He cries out in pain, cradling the side of his head as blood runs through the creases of his fingers.

My door flies open, and two guards rush in, followed by Dad. His brows raise, and his nostrils flare as he glances between me and his lackey.

I spit the ear from between my teeth, and it lands with a thud at Dad’s feet. Blood dribbles down my chin and onto my chest, but I don’t wipe it away. I lay there, naked for everyone to see, so they’ll know how psychotic I am and not to fuck with me.

“Take Scott downstairs and, for fuck’s sake, get him cleaned up,” Dad orders. “Dumb bastard,” he mumbles under his breath.

Laughter bubbles up my chest as the guards stare at me. I can’t help it when Dad has to shove them both to get them to respond. Full, maniacal laughter fills my room as everyone leaves.

Dad grabs something off the food tray and strides to the side of my bed. He grips my cheeks and drops the cup of pills into my mouth, then closes it and pinches my nose, forcing me to swallow.

“Your mom would be proud. You have her fighting spirit. It didn’t do her any good in the end when you killed her, though, did it? You will do as I say, Theresa. Don’t forget, I have your precious Roxy locked up. Or maybe I should visit Ryan? How is he doing these days?”

He shoves me back as he releases my mouth, and I stare daggers at him. I imagine at least fifty different ways I could kill him before he ever reaches my door.

“Such a waste,” he tsks before closing the door and retreating down the stairs.

Ryan. I can’t let anything happen to him. He doesn’t deserve any of this.

At least I’m alone now. I fall asleep knowing X’s name.

Lima.

Thirty-Two - X

He has her.

He fucking has her! I shove through the double doors to a room filled with people like me.

Bloodthirsty. Only controlled by money and the to do what they do best.

Kill.

“What the fuck was that, Lima?” A feminine voice shouts above the drove of voices. Everyone quiets and glances in my direction. November steps out from behind two men, her face contorted in annoyance.

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