Page 41 of Wickedly Played
He nods. “Of course, I do. She’s my daughter.”
One of the men snorts. “Serena has always meant something to us. She’s the one who has turned her back on the family.”
“Yeah, after getting a divorce from that asshole,” another one spits out.
“That’s another story,” I reply mirthlessly. “What do you know about the stalker?”
Lorcan raises an eyebrow. “I probably know as much as you do. We’ve been tracking him and have been working with another sector in the area.”
“Who?” I demand. From what I have gathered through my research, the McGuires don’t play well with others in their sandboxes.
I’m going to have to call Franky later and see who else Lorcan is working with.
He lifts one of his shoulders. “That is a need-to-know tidbit.”
“Serena’s in danger,” I remind him.
“You think I don’t know what my daughter has been doing? You think I don’t know that my daughter has turned her back on this family? You can fuck all the way off, Fitzpatrick. I have eyes all over the city watching my daughter. Damn, I have eyes watching all of my daughters’ movements. Don’t insult me again, or you will have a third eye in the middle of your scalp,” Lorcan grunts out.
“Go ahead,” I challenge.
He chuffs. “Get the fuck out of here,” he demands. “Don’t think I don’t have eyes on my daughter. Don’t fucking hurt her or get her killed.”
My head flies back. “You done?”
He stands behind the table. He looks imposing in his Tom Ford suit, with murder in his eyes. “If anything happens to my little girl, I will murder everyone you love. Just remember that my payrolled people go a lot deeper pockets than yours.”
My shoulders roll back as I consider taking every single one of these men down. “You know you’ve been paying me as a gun, right?” I drop the ball.
The Don’s eyes widen. “Shamus!”
I’ve been keeping my eye on the man to his left. Shamus is a coldhearted bastard, just like his boss. The middle-aged asshole smirks at me and then looks at his boss. “Yeah. He’s telling the truth.”
Lorcan reaches behind himself to grab his gun. He has it pointed at my head. “What is your fucking angle?”
The three of us are standing around the table, and the only difference between me and them is the fact that I don’t need a weapon to kill them. “You’ve been using my services for a few hits. You didn’t know about that?” I’m baiting him, but I don’t care.
Lorcan forms a punch and hits his right-hand man in the face, crunching the bone. “You didn’t think to tell me that Serena’s new bodyguard is our gun? Have you rat mother fuckers done any research?”
“Lorcan,” I call out, “you figure out what’s going on in your family.” I’m about to walk out the door when I turn to look at Shamus. “I’ll expect my money from the two hits last night before I leave.”
Shamus yells out for someone to drop a duffel bag full of cash for me. I grab it just as I hear the gunshot pierce through the air. I don’t have to look to know that Shamus got killed.
“I’ll be in touch,” I throw over my shoulder.
His goons hand me my stuff they took, and then I stroll out of the club. Once I’m in the Escalade, I pull the recording device I had stashed in the clip of my gun. I’m glad I have this so that I can listen to it later.
Despite the illusion Loran is providing of being a caring and doting father, the man is a savage.
A flood of excitement flows through me at the thought of seeing her at Checkmate tonight. Serena’s a natural at exerting her dominance, and her clients fall for her every chance they get.
There is a bigger part of me that wishes she would submit to me. I would love to see her on her knees before me. Her eyes look up at me as I tell her the filthy things I want her to do to me. I adjust my dick in my pants as I drive over to the club.
I’m still reeling from my conversation with Lorcan by the time I get to the club.
“Code red!”
“What the fuck?” I utter the words.
