Game On (The Game Series) (2 page)

Chapter 3

It had been hours since Kyle had left the apartment and she hadn’t heard a word from him. All her attempts to call him had gone straight to voicemail. At first she’d left a couple of messages, but when they went unanswered, she decided she would just have to wait until he was ready to talk to her. She’d run through the events of the morning in her mind until she’d made herself dizzy and still she was no closer to understanding what had happened.

To keep herself busy
, she’d gone to the store and stocked up on groceries, which she enjoyed as it was one of the rare opportunities she got to leave the apartment. She had done all the laundry, which was now washed, dried, ironed and put away. Now that she’d stopped and sat down, though, she found that the hurt and confusion had faded and left in its place an angry knot that was growing bigger the longer he stayed away. Whatever that phone call had been about did not give him the right to treat her like this.

She jumped at t
he buzzing of her phone as it skittered across the coffee table. She grabbed it, thinking it would be Kyle. As soon as she saw who it was, her heart started pounding.

The text was from
Sergei. Opening the attachment she saw the photo she had come to expect and her heart clenched. There she was, her beautiful baby. Except she wasn’t a baby any more, she was fourteen. As with every other message she had received, the feelings that came over her left her reeling as if from a punch in the stomach.

She was still coming to terms with the fact that her daughter was still alive and every time a message arrived it brought all her emotions into sharp focus.
All those years she had grieved for her child, for the future she would never had, and it had all been a lie. Now, she grieved for all those years of not being there for her first steps, her first words and her first day at school.

After that first message in Geneva
, the photos had started arriving every month. The second time they were still trying to get settled in L.A. Kyle was being interviewed by the LAPD over his evidence against Luccio and looking for a job, so she hadn’t wanted to bother him. After that, as the messages kept arriving, there had never seemed like a good time.

Now it was too late.
She could no more stop receiving these messages than she could rip out her own heart. Touching the screen of the phone with her finger, she traced the contours of her daughter’s face. There was no doubt who she was: the shape of her face, her mouth and her nose were identical to Tara’s. Her eyes flashed the same green though her hair was brown and not the black of her mother’s hair.

A message had been included this time and, dragging her eyes away from the photo
, she read the words.
I’ve told her all about you. She wants to meet you.

Tara clutched the phone to her ch
est. She couldn’t go back. There was no shadow of a doubt in her mind that Sergei would never let her leave again, yet she didn’t know how she was going to stay away.

Feeling like she was being torn in two
, Tara curled up on the couch and cried. Trying Kyle’s number once more, it just went to voicemail. She needed him right now. She’d been self-reliant for so long. It had taken a lot for her to let down her defences and trust and confide in Kyle. Now she had come to rely on him. Where was he when she needed him most?

Chapter 4

Kyle hadn’t known where he was headed when he’d left the apartment, he’d just needed to get out. He’d been walking aimlessly and was surprised when he looked up and saw that he was standing outside the police precinct. He stood there for a moment, not knowing what to do. Luccio was in that building somewhere and he had information that could change his life. Deciding he had no choice, he walked up the front steps to the big glass double doors and went inside.

A
nnouncing himself to the officer at the front desk, Kyle told him who he wanted to see. He waited, taking a seat on one of the scratched and dirty plastic chairs that littered the waiting area. He didn’t have to wait long. A few minutes later the locked door to the side front desk swung open and there she was.

Sandy
hadn’t changed a bit. Her shoulder length dark brown hair was held back in a ponytail and her beautiful violet eyes wore only minimal make-up. She was wearing stonewashed blue jeans and a white blouse that did nothing to hide a fantastic figure.

Despite her look
s, what Kyle had always found most attractive about her was the aura of competence she exuded. Nothing fazed her, and he’d seen her take down a 6-foot bad guy brandishing a gun single-handed. This woman was tough. She didn’t seem to be thrilled to see him, though, judging by the frown on her face as she walked towards him.

“Kyle
, what on earth are you doing here?”

He stood up. “You know why I’m here Sandy.
You didn’t honestly expect me to stay away after your call, did you?”

Putting her hands in her pants pockets
, she raised her eyebrow. “And what do you think you can do? Have you forgotten that you’re not LAPD any more?”

“Of course I haven’t
,” he replied. “Look, I know there’s nothing I can do, but I have to be here. You understand that, don’t you?”

Sandy nodded.
She’d been the one who had broken the news to him when Lori had been killed and he knew he didn’t have to remind her what that had done to him. “Yes, of course I understand, but what are you going to do? Sit out here until we’ve interviewed him? Even if you do, I won’t be able to tell you anything. You know that.”

Kyle did
, but he was hoping that he would be able to twist her arm. “I’m not asking to sit in on the interview or anything. Just observe. Please?” He let out a breath when Sandy, after a long pause and a very hard look, reluctantly nodded her agreement.

“Ok
ay. But you do exactly as you’re told. It’s my ass on the line if anyone sees you.”

“Absolutely.”

Chapter 5

He
hadn’t given up. He had no intention of giving up. Nobody had ever walked away from him before and they weren’t about to start now. In the six months since Tara had gone, Sergei had been busy carrying out damage control. Some of the girls started complaining about their working conditions and threatening to leave, and he’d had come down hard on them, making an example of them.

The players hadn’t been happy
, either. Tara had been one of his most popular prizes and participation in the games had noticeably dropped off once word had got out that she was no longer available. If she’d done the right thing, paid the 250k to buy herself out, he would have let her go. He liked to think he was quite honourable like that. But to just run out on him? Leave him with a very unhappy client and embarrass him? No. She was going to pay for that.

For the time being
, though, now that a few of the girls had been disciplined, he had a few vacancies that needed to be filled. He was interviewing the last of the replacement girls today and then he’d be able to give Tara his full attention and decide what he was going to do. A knock on his office door signalled that the girl had arrived and he turned his thoughts to the matter at hand.

His office was located above his most successful London casino
, and this is where he had been holding interviews. As his flagship casino, no expense had been spared in the décor and this applied to his own private office as well. It was huge, and the floor was covered with thick, black carpet. The walls were stark white in contrast, covered in black and white prints of famous fifties movie stars.

A large black leather couch was set against one wall and
across from the couch sat a black glass desk. The only nod to color of any kind was the green blinds on the windows behind the desk, which filled the entire wall. A door led from the office to a private bathroom, complete with a floor to ceiling shower, the walls lined with imported Italian stone.

“Come in
,” he said now, and Joey, one of his aides, walked in followed by a girl of about twenty. As she came to stand in front of his desk, he looked her up and down and liked what he saw. Her short blue dress showed off her long legs nicely. Her blonde hair was piled high on top of her head, exposing the long curve of her neck. He needed to see more, though. This was an audition, after all.

“Get your clothes off
,” he barked. Without a word, she confidently unbuttoned her dress and let it slip to the floor, kicking her shoes aside. She was not wearing a bra and stood in just her panties, about the size of a piece of string. Her breasts were round and pert and just the perfect size. The nipples stood erect under his gaze.

It had no effect on Sergei
. She was far too old for his tastes, but he needed to see if she was up to the job. That’s what Joey was for. “You ready for your audition?”

The girl smiled at him and nodded.
At that Joey stepped forward and stood behind her. Reaching round from behind her, he took both her tits is his hands and started caressing them, flicking the nipples as he did. Lowering his face, Joey bit her neck while he squeezed her tits, hard.

She seemed to enjoy it and reached up with one hand and pulled his head down harder into her neck.
Sergei watched as, with her free hand, she reached inside her own panties and started rubbing her pussy.

Letting her go, Joey pulled his pants down to his knees and sat on the chair across the desk from Sergei.
“Suck this, bitch,” he said, as he pulled her face into his crotch. The girl willingly took Joey’s cock in her mouth, sucking and lapping at it with clear enjoyment.

Pulling her ass towards him,
Joey pushed her panties aside and shoved his fingers up inside her, feeling her wetness. Roughly, he started fucking her with his fingers, her juices running down onto his hand.

Despite himself, Sergei’s cock was now pushing a
gainst the fabric of his pants so, reaching down, he slid down his zipper and allowed his cock to spring free from his shorts. He could see that the girl’s pussy was completely shaved and he liked that. Wanting a taste, he stood up from behind his desk, stepped out of his pants and shorts, and walked over to lie down on his couch.

“Come here.
Let me taste that pussy.” He watched as she walked over and pulled down her panties, tossing them aside. Climbing onto the sofa and straddling his face, she lowered herself down. Letting go of his cock and grabbing her hips, Sergei licked at her hungrily and, taking her clit in his mouth, sucked hard.

She was rubbing her pussy against his face now as Joey came to stand behind his head.
As he looked up he could see her hungrily take Joey’s cock in her mouth and slide it in and out, little moans escaping her throat. Her pussy was dripping wet and ready to be fucked.

Telling her to kneel on the couch and bend over
, he watched as Joey took his cock in his hand and guided it into her pussy. He slid it in slowly at first but quickly started pounding it into her harder and harder, his balls slapping against her clit. Joey was panting now, the sweat dripping off his forehead as he fucked her.

Sergei sat next to her on the couch and squeezed her bouncing tits as h
e massaged his own cock. She was begging for it now and he wanted his share. “Come here and sit on my cock, bitch.”

Joey pulled
his cock out and she moved sideways to straddle Sergei, impaling herself on his cock, her tits in his face. Taking a nipple in his mouth he bit down hard, making her cry out. He was so hard inside her now that he knew it wouldn’t be long before he filled her with his come. Joey had joined them on the couch, sitting next to Sergei, and she was squeezing his balls as he jacked himself off, watching her get fucked. Turning her around on his lap, with his cock still inside her, Sergei held her legs wide and watched as Joey stood up and stood in front of her. With one hand squeezing one of her tits, and one hand rubbing his cock, Joey came all over her wet pussy with a loud cry. Unable to hold himself back any more, Sergei rammed his cock up inside her as far as he could and came in great shuddering spasms.

***

After Joey and the girl had gone, Sergei had cleaned himself up in his bathroom before pouring himself a coffee from his coffee maker. That had been fun, and he’d surprised himself. Usually he just watched and didn’t join in.

Feeling relaxed,
Sergei reached for his cell phone. It was time. Every month since Tara had left he had, without fail, sent her a different photo of her daughter. For the first few months the text had gone ignored but last month she had replied. Just four words.
What is she like?

That had been enough to tell him that he was doing the right thing.
She would come back of her own accord, of that he had no doubt, and when she did? Well, she would pay. He had no intention of letting her have anything to do with Anna. She was his daughter and his alone. She didn’t even know about Tara and he wasn’t about to tell her that her mother was a whore, but Tara didn’t know that and he could, and would, use it to get what he wanted. He pressed send, the message off to its intended target. He knew he was getting to her. It was just a matter of time until she did what he wanted.