Page 30 of Wickedly Played
I yank my phone back. “According to this woman on here, she says she’s Melinda. How bad did I fuck up? Did I miss her? I swear I searched everywhere for her over there. She’s been missing for… Where the fuck has she been?”
“Let’s not get too far ahead of ourselves. I want to make sure this is her before you kick your ass all over the room.”
“This has to be fucking joke,” I utter. “A sick, twisted joke. Someone is playing games with me.”
I pull back my phone to dial Franky. “Fitzpatrick. How’s it going with the babysitting job?”
“Eh. You know? She’s alive.”
He chuckles. “I’ve seen her before. She’s pretty fucking hot.”
Wow.“Yeah, she’s not bad looking.”I’ve just been obsessing over her for the past month. I’ve been wondering what she would look like with my dick wedged between her pretty thighs. I’ve been fantasizing about wrapping my hand around her throat, restricting her airflow, and then fucking her little heart-shaped ass until she couldn’t walk.
Franky clears his throat. “I can’t spare you for any longer than another month, Fitz,” he reminds me. “We still have a job to do.”
Clicking my tongue, I hang my head. “I’m aware.”
“Why did you call?”
“Melinda. She’s back,” I respond. I’m kicking the door open because there’s no other way to do it.
He scoffs, “What the fuck are you talking about?”
“I’ve been receiving messages from her. She’s alive. Franky, where the fuck has she been? All of our sources say she disappeared.”
“This is a fucking shit show,” he growls. “I bet it was the McGuires. They love pretty little things.”
I look over at my brother before walking out of the room to finish this conversation. “Speaking of the McGuires.”
“We’ve managed to cut off their suppliers,” my boss informs me. “Once we cut off the money, they will rebel from the inside.”
“Boss, I want to be the one who takes him out. He killed my fucking dad.” My hand transforms into a fist as I throw it at the door next to me. I don’t hit it hard enough to splinter the wood.
Franky is barking at someone in the background until he redirects himself to me. “Focus on the girl. I’ll get this shit figured out.”
I don’t get a chance to respond because theclickof the line tells me he has hung up.
Adam places his hand on my shoulder to get me to look at him. I’m not big on touch, and my brother knows it. I tense under his hand. “We’ll talk about it later. We need to figure out what the hell is going on with you and Serena.”
“I’ll tell you what’s going on with us. She’s a brat.”
“I prefer Mistress Serena, truthfully. I do like to train brats, such as Stella, here,” Serena’s voice cuts in.
“I’m not a brat!” Stella exclaims.
Serena wraps her under her arm and kisses her head. “You’re my good girl today. Aren’t you?”
Jim clears his throat. “We've got to talk about some shit. I know you have filming to do, Ser, but this is important.”
Serena starts to walk over to the couches in the front of the living room. She and Stella are seated next to each other on the sofa in front of the bigger one. I take a seat in the armchair off to the side to have a better view of the room and the front door.Plus, behind Serena’s back is a shit ton of windows, which I can’t stand to have my back toward.
“I got a phone call today from Serena to let me know she’s having problems with her bodyguard,” Jim begins.
“She wouldn’t have a problem with me if she would do as I told her to do,” I snip back.
“I’ve done what you wanted. You are just an arrogant asshole,” she retorts.
“Enough!” Adam demands with his hand raised in the air. “Regardless of my brother’s stellar personality, there has been a new threat that came in. I intercepted it from the website where Serena’s videos are posted.”
