Page 6 of Dangerous Games

“Unbelievable.” Matteo shakes his head. “And you just let her walk out?”

“I was stuck on her hair!” I exclaim before muttering, “And I didn’t know she was the one who rented the place upstairs.”

“How have you not seen her when you’re the one running the pizzeria?”

“Uh, because we have employees?” I shoot him a bewildered look. “I’m not running the fucking cash register.”

Matteo rubs a hand down his face. “You need to fix this. I don’t want her talking. We’re not in the business of hurting women, but if she runs her mouth, we may need to make an exception.”

I nod. “I’ll talk to her. What do you know about her?”

“Her name is Bronwyn. She works at AFK. From what I’ve gathered, she pretty much keeps to herself. She didn’t ask many questions, and I wasn’t going to pry if she wasn’t forthcoming. She seemed harmless. But now I’m regretting that because I didn’t think I would have her walking in on you holding a fucking hand.”

Bronwyn.

A unique name for a mysterious girl.

“The video game store?” I ask to verify. I’ve driven by it all the time, but I’ve never been inside. I buy everything digital now.

Matteo nods. “Fix this. Pay her off. I don’t care how you do it. Just fucking fix it. I don’t need the headache of worrying about if she’s going to talk.”

“Yes, boss.” I down the rest of my glass before setting it down and move to leave.

I’m almost out of the room when Matteo speaks. “And Gio?” He waits for me to look over my shoulder at him. “Don’t fuck her. That’s an order.”

I have a feeling that’s going to be easier said than done.

I scan the alley as I slip the master key into the lock and turn it, this time making sure I don’t have a witness. I quietly slip inside, locking the door behind me.

I waited until she had left for work before I took matters into my own hands. I’m going to approach her, but I want to make sure that whatever she tells me is the truth, and I can’t know that unless I know what skeletons she has hiding in her closet.

I don’t know her, but weirdly enough, after seeing her for the short amount of time I did, this place looks like her. Her furniture looks like fucking shit that should have been thrown out years ago. But it’s clean, and the way she added decorations around the room makes it feel homey and not like you’re walking through a thrift store.

Her bed is covered in a black comforter with more pillows on it than I can count. Jesus Christ, you can barely see the bed. What the hell is the point of that? Makes me want to swipe them all off before throwing her on the bed and fucking her until she’s screaming my name loud enough for everyone in the pizzeria to hear.

Don’t fuck her. That’s an order.

I need to get my head in the game.

I open the single drawer in her nightstand, hoping to find nothing so I can report back to Matteo that she’s clean and we can pay her off and all will be well.

“What do we have here?” I mumble as I pull out a black velvet bag that’s sealed shut with a drawstring.

I toss it gently in my hand, testing the weight of it. It’s fucking heavy.

“What could you be hiding in here, Bronwyn?”

Curiosity gets the better of me as I stick my finger in the top of the bag, yanking it open before dumping the contents on the bed.

My brows raise and my dick twitches at the sight of all the neon colors standing out against the black comforter.

Bronwyn, you naughty girl.

Scattered across her bed lay five different sex toys.

I lean in. “Does that one have a fucking tongue?” I wonder out loud as I pick up the purple toy and press the on button. The toy starts vibrating in my hand as the fake tongue in the center moves back and forth in a licking motion.

My sweet cara, you need a real man’s tongue.