Page 2 of Wickedly Played
“I will see you tomorrow, Serena.”
Chapter One
MAX
From the start of my existence on this planet, I knew what my life was going to be like. I knew who I was supposed to become, and I knew who I was meant to be. It was written in the stars. I didn’t have the opportunity to pick or choose to be a doctor, lawyer, or even a law-abiding citizen. The decision was made for me.
Which is why I’m walking into my brother’s new security firm six months after I have been honorably discharged from the SEALs. Adam’s new career avenue is fitting for what he was destined to become. Our father hated how soft Adam used to be and told him he would be better off just doing the administrative work. Adam never had the balls to handle the hard shit like I did.
He couldn’t point a gun at someone’s head, shoot, and then go home without it ruining his night. I could go home, eat my dinner with blood on my shoes, and not lose sleep.
Even though I’m here, this is the last place I fucking want to be. Adam is going to give me some bull shit job that I will have to do, and I’m pissed about it.
I was called on a job last night and spent the previous twenty-four hours tracking, trapping, and then torturing Mauricio. He had been the unfortunate soul to get caught on camera sellingdrugs to the Mexicans. I like it when they make it hard on me, allowing me to use my favorite tools to extract information from them. After the fifth tooth was pulled out and the seventh stab wound to his chest was delivered, he sang like the little bitch we all knew he was.
“Max, take a seat,” Adam points to the chairs in front of him.
“What’s up?” I ask once I’m seated. “I feel like I’m being called down to the principal’s office,” I snipe.
He pulls out a file for me to look at. I don’t bother to grab it yet, because I’m waiting for the details. “You’re in a mood today,” he mutters.
I shrug. “I’ve been getting about an hour or two of sleep a night. I’m doing the best I can.”
“You look like shit, too.” He snarls at me. “What time did you get done last night?”
“Maurico needed to be taught a lesson,” I say, getting comfortable in my seat. “Plus, the cleaners took their sweet ass time to come to the warehouse to pick him up. I planned on being done in time, but it didn’t work out my way.”
Adam scoffs. “The cleaners have been a nuisance lately. Quite frankly, I don’t know why Franky hasn’t hired new fucking ones.”
I click my tongue in response. “Well, that is above my pay grade to question what Franky is going to do.”
After the death of my father seven years ago, Franky has taken over as the Don of the Family. Franky doesn’t bother me too much and lets me do what I want since I’m more of the enforcer. I keep to myself and then complete the tasks that need to be done. I don’t need to be involved in the extra bull shit. I want to do my job and then get paid.
“Want to do another security detail?”
Shrugging again, I nod. “I guess I could. What’s up this time?”
Adam opens the file for me to look at. He points at several photos, letters, and the fact sheet. The pictures show a beautiful woman with long blonde hair, pouty-dick-sucking lips, and full lips, a body clearly created to drive a man nuts. Each photo has her scantily clad in lacey scraps of fabric.
“Is this girl a hooker?” Looking at the photos, there is something eerily familiar about her.
He chuckles. “Not really. Serena does a lot of cam girl, parties, dances, and performances.”
I’m reading more of the information because I’m now intrigued. That’s when a couple of letters fell out of the pile. Each of the letters is handwritten with a slight rightward slant.
Serena,
Why don’t you see me? Why must I see you with the other men and women? They are just using you. If you don’t stop seeing others, I will take matters into my own hands. Don’t tempt me. You belong to me.
Your True Love
The next one has a bloody handprint. I can see several photos of more of the same from earlier attached to this letter.
Serena,
I’m getting impatient. Why haven’t you written back to me yet? Why can’t you admit that you love me and only me? We’ve been together for a long time. I still have thetaste of your pussy on my lips. I love grabbing your used underwear to use for later. They fit beautifully around my cock as I jack off in them. Leave The Checkmate Club. I don’t want to hurt you, but I will if that means I’m the last person you are with.
Your Secret Admirer
