Page 65 of Wickedly Played
“I’m just curious what your game is with Serena,” she openly admits. “I mean… where do you see this relationship going?”
My eyebrows pinch together out of annoyance. “I didn’t realize she had to run things through you first. Don’t you have a boyfriend?” I understand their friends. I also know that they have a fairly deep emotional connection. Maybe a lot deeper than I could fathom. However, that doesn’t mean I want to talk about where this relationship is going to anyone other than Serena.
Stella puts her phone down to give me her full attention. “I get that you don’t understand us. That’s fine. What you need to understand is that Serena needs this. She needs to be the Domme in the relationship.”
I’m getting pissed. “I appreciate you looking out for her, but what we do isn’t really your fucking business.”
She’s about to respond when I see someone pounding on the bathroom door. Just when the person starts to wiggle the knob, a man comes storming out of the bathroom.
The same bathroom that is holding Serena.
“Fuck!” I mutter to myself as I run through the restaurant to get to the door. I see Serena is passed out on the floor, and Stella is already pushing me aside. “Do you have her? I will be right back.”
I don’t wait for Stella to respond to me. Instead, I run after the shadowed figure who is tearing through the kitchen until he gets to the service entryway. My hand reaches up, and I smash the figure’s face into the hard door.
“Who are you?” I demand.
I hear the sputtering of the man pressed against the door. “You are a rat bastard. Haven’t you taken enough from me?”
Taking one of my hands off of his back, I place my forearm into the crook of his neck. “Who are you?”
He chuckles. “I’m not surprised you wouldn’t know who I am. You fucked up my life beyond recognition. You take from me. All you do is take from me.”
I rip him around to face me. “Who the fuck are you?”
His face breaks out into a splitting smile. “Aw, poor Max. So quick to fuck up everyone else’s life. I’m not surprised. Fucking bastard.”
“Do I need to call the police?”
I turn to the voice. I place more weight on the asshole in front of me. I have done enough damage to him and I can tell he won’t give me any more information. “Stay away from Serena,” I growl.
Reaching around his body, I pull out his wallet to fetch his ID card. Taking a step back to fish out my phone, the man sucks in a deep breath.
“Brennan Outsinger from Montana. What the fuck are you doing in Michigan?”
Brennan’s chuckle is sickening. “I completed my mission.”
I snap a picture of the ID and put it back in the wallet. “Leave Serena alone. Do you understand me?”
He plucks his wallet from me, yanks open the door, and throws one more thing at me. “Just try not to have this one killed like your last girlfriend.” I grab his hair, throwing him out into the street, with my foot going into his chest.
“Max!”
The scream is enough to allow Outsinger to slink away.
Bastard.
My body tenses when I hear the intense scream of a woman behind me. I make a mental note to find Outsinger after I get Serena home and figure out what happened to her. I need to find out how much I’m going to make him hurt.
You know what?
On second thought, I pull my piece from the back of my pants and aim my Glock to the back of his head. Within one shot, he drops to ground in a satisfying pile. I don’t have time to solve his riddle. He fucked with my girl.
Stella is running out into the alleyway with tears tracking down her face. “What is going on?”
“She’s not waking up!”
My body works on autopilot. I feel my legs carrying me into the bathroom, leaning next to Serena, and my hands are roving her body to check for apparent wounds. “Serena? Baby, please wake up!” I beg. “Sweetness, come on!”
