Page 83 of Wickedly Played
“Fuck off, Max,” Adam spits.
The minute the phone hangs up, Franky is calling me.
“Franky,” I greeted into the phone.
“I pulled up the tracker and see you’re on your way to your mark’s house. I need you to stay there,” Franky orders.
“I need to get Serena!”
He tsks. “Look, I’ve given you multiple passes lately because of what happened to your dad, but I’m done with the disrespect. You and Joey need to meet me at her house.”
“What the hell?” I argue.
“There’s been a new development.”
“Jesus,” I mutter. “Did you call Adam?”
“Don’t contact him. If he calls you, call me immediately.” I hear him closing the car door behind, and then the engine roars to life in the Mustang. “I’ll explain it all when I see you.”
“What do you know?” I ask Joey.
He grunts. “How do you know Stella?”
“What?” That’s what he wants to talk about right now?
He slams his hand on the dashboard. “I’m not fucking around. How do you know her?”
“She’s Serena’s submissive. They film content together.” I take a moment to let his question sink in. “How do you know her?”
Joey is running his hands through his long hair as he looks out the window. “She’s my fucking ex-girlfriend.”
My mouth hits my lap. “Are you fucking serious? When did you guys go out? What the hell?” The distraction was necessary to prevent me from running the car off the road.
“We dated a while ago. It was serious. Some shit happened, and we broke up.”
“Bro,” I breathe out. “She’s in a pretty serious relationship with Deacon.”
“You don’t think I didn’t know that? Of course, I knew they were together,” he huffs.
We’re pulling into the driveway of Serena’s house in a couple of minutes just as Franky is pulling in, too. “I hope her ass is inthis house,” I mutter to myself. “If it isn’t, I’m tying her to the fucking bed.”
Our boss, Franky, is getting out of his car with his bodyguard right behind him, Georgio. Franky has always been suspicious and untrusting, which makes initiation a struggle as he puts the new members through hell to prove their loyalty. He’s killed a few people who haven’t passed his tests.
Franky looks like the typical Irishman you would think of, but he has a darker complexion. He’s never done me wrong, but I wasn’t in the running to take over my dad’s spot as Don after he was taken out. Some more senior members were pissed off at missing the Don spot, and they let their words be heard.
“Let’s get in the fucking house,” he points to the door.
I notice the door is open and then check the camera feeds again. “Mother fucker! Someone cut the feeds off.” According to the app, the feeds have been off for five minutes, which would give anyone enough time to do anything they wanted to Serena.
I kick open the door before shouting for Serena.
“She’s not here, brother,” Franky mutters.
“What the fuck do you mean? She’s supposed to be here,” I demand.
His hand grabs my shoulder to prevent me from tearing through the house. “Her stalker got her.”
“What the fuck?”
