These Vicious Games (Seattle Undeground)

Chapter 29

It doesn’t take me long to remember why she’s my weakness. I showed her downtown Seattle. I’m sure she’s seen it but not with me. Pikes Market seemed to hold her hostage. Especially this one table of fresh flowers. So I bought her all of them. I don’t know whose face was funnier, hers or the owner of the table.

Currently she has her face smashed to the window of Seattle's Great Wheel. Watching ships sail. I plan to bring her back after the sun has gone down so she can experience it at night when it lights up and changes colors.

My phone rings and I ignore it. Whoever needs a fixer, they can find another.

But then it rings again and I grunt. “What?” I snap into it.

“Atticus, that’s no way to talk to your friend,” Luca sings into the phone.

“What do you want?”

“A pretty prisoner between-”

“Four seconds before I hang up.” I growl.

He chuckles, “We have an emergency.”

“Then call the cops, I’m busy.”

“We need you. Now.” He hangs up and I glower at the blank screen.

Guess my day of normalcy is up.

I hook my arm possessively around Constance as we enter Andrea’s, the Don’s, home. I didn’t want to bring her, but the urgency in Luca’s voice told me play time was over.

Constance stares at the neutral tones of the home. The geometrical pieces that complement the elegant, yet simple chandeliers. The long arched windows, and the arches that break each room up. Very much in touch with their Italian culture and roots.

We step into a study as the two brothers talk quietly. Luca looks up, eyes sparkling.

“Take your eyes off her, now,” I snap, being the possessive asshole that I am.

I remember the way he looked at her when he brought her back to me.

“Atticus,” Constance whispers.

I narrow my eyes, taking a seat and pulling Constance onto my lap. I catch the tiny curl of her lips before she looks away completely, causing a smirk to start spreading across my face. I band my arms around her waist, pulling her until she’s flushed with my chest and I can rest my head on her shoulder.

“What’s going on?” I ask.

I don’t want to inflate my ego or anything, but I think only I could stun the Don and Underboss.

Luca blinks, and then pushes papers towards me. I snatch the papers, my jaw setting hard as I stare at the person in it. “We need him eliminated.”

“And why can’t you do it?” I can’t keep the bite out of my tone.

“Because it’s bad for business to have the owners gut a paying customer.”

“What did he do?” But I already know the answer.

“He’s raped one of the workers and is hassling the rest. We didn’t know about this until today. We need him gone, and that’s what you do, isn’t that right, fixer?”

“Which business?” But I know that answer too.

“Deep.”

The sex club, which doesn’t surprise me in the least. I guess old dogs really can’t learn new tricks.

The Deep is a place I would never bring Constance to. But she said she really wanted to come and maybe even play. If she’s not playing with me then it’s not fucking happening. I’ve already committed three murders in my mind just by men looking at her.

It doesn't help that she wore the least amount of clothes I would let her out of the house in. A baby blue dress that is very tight and very short. So fucking short I can almost see her ass. Thank fuck no one can because I would be on Americas Most Wanted in three minutes flat. I probably already am. They just haven't been able to put a face or name to me.

We arrived earlier than the dead man I’m supposed to capture tonight. I wanted to see exactly what kind of playing she wanted to do.

“Atticus.” She whispers. I lean down to give her my ear. She points, “What are those rooms?”

“Those, my curious Little Bird, are private rooms, where you order what you want on a screen and it’s brought to you.”

“Can we…”

My lips tilt as I guide her to one of the rooms. Sliding my members card and watching the lock blink before opening. The room lights up with soft lights. A simple four poster bed in the middle and a couch to face it. I guide her in, closing the door and sliding the screen from the wall. “Here is where you order.”

She takes it, scrolling through all my favorite options. And then she clicks on the last thing I thought she would.

I raise an eyebrow, “Really?”

She blushes, placing the screen up and walking towards the bed, slowly dropping the cloth she calls a dress. I groan as I take her sweet lingerie in. Blue to match her dress and little stockings I want to tear up.

I drop on the couch, spreading my legs and folding my hands behind my head. Watching her as she sits on the side of the bed, as if she wants me to watch the whole show, no obstacles in my way.

I’m hard just looking at her. All flushed and nervous.

I’m about to say something-like lets cancel your order- but the door opens. A busty brunette comes in, eyes only for Constance as she shuts the door.

Holy crap I’m nervous.

The woman in front of me is gorgeous, and for some reason, her eyes are solely on me. Even though there is an equally beautiful man on the couch. Honestly, I’m the average one in this room and yet, all eyes are on me.

I swallow as she advances, my hands curling into the bed as she stops. Her body is marvelous. Shapley in all the right places. Her skin looks soft and the sheer bodysuit she’s in sparkles with rhinestones.

She boxes me in, leaning down and taking my lips with her cherry mouth. I’m thrown a little at the arousal I feel immediately and she must feel the same because she moans in my mouth, her hands crawling over my thighs and spreading them wide. Her nails scrape against my skin as her tongue slips against mine.

But then she grabs my neck, pulling me up and leading me around the bed so I’m sitting on the front. A better view for Atticus I realize.

She falls to her knees, and my eyes connect to Atticus who is already looking at me, not paying attention to the girl in front of me as she slips my panties to the side and lays her open-mouth on my clit. I gasp, eyes half masked as I grip her brown strands in my hand.

She fucks me with her tongue, so much gentlier than Atticus ever has. Lapping and sucking, working so hard for my release. But I can't give it to her, because it’s not hers.

She begins kissing up my thigh, crawling up my body and my eyes connect with her determined blues as she begins to position my leg up and..

“That’s enough. Out.” Atticus snaps and I whirl around her to look at him. He doesn't look pleased, he looks pissed.

The girl smirks above me before climbing off me and leaving.

I huff, sitting on my elbows to look at him but he’s already closer than I thought. Glaring down at me. “I tried, baby. Trust me, I did, but I’m a jealous man.”

“But she’s a girl.”

“Everyone bleeds the same under my arrow.” He tilts his head, snapping my panties against my skin, hard.

“Ouch.”

He pins me down with a hand on my chest. His fingers lazily rubbing over my damp panties. “This pussy only gets wet for me, Little Bird. Do you understand?”

“It’s a natural-”

“Shut the fuck up and tell me this pussy only gets wet for me.”

I swallow, “My pussy only gets wet for you.”

“That’s right. It only cums for me.”

“It only cums for you.”

“You only look at me like you want to fuck me.” He growls. I moan as he pinches my clit, but then he smacks me. “I’m sorry, baby. I didn't hear you.” He rips the lace from my body, tossing them over his shoulder.

“I only look at you like I want to fuck you.”

“Good girl,” He murmurs, pushing his fingers inside and pulling them out of me.

“What should your punishment be?”

The way my body shivers in delight at the word punishment is a red flag, but then he removes his fingers completely, stepping away. “What?”

He smirks. “No coming until the end of the night.”

My mouth gaps. “Are you serious? You said we could play.”

“We, not just you. You were punishing me by making me watch another eat my pussy. So now I’ll punish you. Get dressed, Little Bird.”

“Asshole,” I hiss as he tosses my dress at me.