Page 3 of Wickedly Played
“What else is this girl doing?” I ask with my brows furrowed. I’ve heard of people getting attached to celebrities out of nowhere and interpreting everything the celebrity does as a sign of their love for the stalker. I wonder if this woman knows the person who is writing to her. What if her stalker is one of her people? It seems like it might be.
Adam pulls out a couple more things for me to look at before honestly answering my question. “Serena is a professional Dominatrix.”
I bark out a laugh. “Like she has people paying her to allow them to lick her boots?”
My brother nods. “Essentially, yes. I did some research after meeting with her agent earlier. Serena is the highest-paid Domme in the country.”
I can’t stop my continued laughter. “This is stupid. You mean to tell me that people pay this woman to beat them? And now there’s someone who is too attached? Give me a fucking break.”
My family is judgmental and wouldn’t understand my lifestyle if I were to have told them. The truth is, only Dean, my best friend, knows what I’m into. I would never tell Adam that I found this hot and have been living my life as a Dominant for the last five years.
There is no way I will tell Adam that I’ve been in the lifestyle, too. I don’t need the kind of judgment he will give me for something that has nothing to do with him.
Adam points to something more on the table. “Before you start saying shit, you might want to read this one. It was delivered to her house at night… Only Serena was home at the time.”
“That’s their first problem. She’s being stalked, and they are leaving her alone… She needs better security details,” I mutter, picking up the following note.
Serena,
I saw you sleeping. You looked so peaceful while curled in a ball on your side. I fought the urge to pull back your sheets and spoon you from behind. I know how much you love me. I know how much you want me. Your little moans you made while you’re sleeping… I bet you’re imagining me making you come with my tongue. I can’t wait to be tied up in your ropes. I love being at your mercy.
Say the word, and I will take you from everyone else. I’m getting impatient. You have one week before I come to get you.
Your Truest Love
“What the fuck? The stalker was in her house?” Whoever she has as a bodyguard needs to be fired. “This guy is fucking nuts.”
He nods. “That’s why we’ve been called in. Her agent had heard about your credentials, requested you, and paid you up front for your services until he’s found.”
I deride. “Paid me up front? For how long?” I don’t need the money. I’ve lived below my means throughout my adulthood, saving most of my salary. Plus, with the extra money from the security details, I have enough to last a long time. Plus, I have made a shit ton of money from working with the Family.
“Her agent paid you twenty-five large for a month.”
“You’ve got to be shitting me.”
“I’m not.” Adam hands me a check with that amount listed.
“Jesus.”
Before continuing, Adam gets up to get himself a coffee. “Serena and her agent are on their way here now to talk to you.”
“So, you just assumed I would take it?” Of course, I’m going to take it. This will be an easy job, with easy money, and Serena isn’t bad looking. “Adam, what the fuck?”
“Before you get all holier than thou, please understand what this will do for my business. If we’ve nailed this deal… We’ll be much better off than what’s-their-bitches down the street.”
Adam faces stiff competition from Jones Security, which has stolen a couple of my brother’s clients over the past two years. Miguel Jones is a swarmy motherfucker who undercuts his staff by accepting lower-than-average payouts for his team. Miguel has approached me several times, trying to get me to jump over to him. I’m not interested.
I’ve asked Adam if he wanted me to take out the competition for good, and he kept denying he wanted things to get bloody. Truthfully, it wouldn’t have been bloody. I was just going to be a car bomb in his old Mercedes; he thinks he’s hot shit for driving. Miguel would have been none the wiser.
It wouldn’t have hurt me at all.
Adam’s clientele has expanded to include other Families in Detroit, such as the McGuires. I’ve hated that family for a long fucking time. Lorcan has been the number one asshole on my list to kill when I’m given the opportunity. Franky has made it clear he’s not ready to have him thrown in a cement mixer just yet. I get first dibs in killing the rat mother fucker, though. I still do the jobs for him. His money still spends. Plus, he doesn’t know that I know he’s responsible for killing our father.
I’ve done some work for the McGuires in the past. They have always paid well enough to make it worth my time. However, it would make sense for Adam to want to get into bed with them. He has always been looking for the easy way to get ahead.
“This is just business?” I ask with my eyebrow raised. I’m looking through the photos of Serena in the file. In one of the pictures, she’s wearing a black dress with a neckline around her throat. It should have made her look sophisticated, but instead, it makes her exude sexiness. In another photo, she has a woman tied in ropes, hanging from the rafters. Serena’s mouth is between the woman’s legs, which are wrapped around her head. The suspended woman’s head is thrown back in pleasure.
“This is the craziest mission you’ve tasked me with,” I chuckle.
