Chapter 40
Chapter
Forty
Luna
I rap my knuckles on Vince’s office door. “I’m ready to go.” I thought he would punish me after my little disappearing trick and the resulting boardwalk drama, but he’s been wrapped up in some kind of family business.
No Vince trying to feed me. No Vince trying to spank me. No Vince trying to fuck me.
It’s…ugh, I still don’t know what it is.
He exits and closes his office door behind him.
“Shouldn’t you lock your secret lair?” I verbally poke him.
He shrugs. “Seems moot at this point.”
“Whose eyeball is in that jar, Vince?” I demand.
He ignores me, which infuriates me to no end.
Following him to the garage, I hop in and slam my door, putting on my headphones and scrolling through my socials. Opening my DMs, my jaw falls to the floor.
“What?” Vince yanks off my headphones, tossing them on the console .
“None of your business.”
He sighs loudly. “Are we really back here, Luna?”
I narrow my eyes at him. “Appears so.”
He snatches the phone from my hand.
“I hate you.”
“That’s a dollar.”
“Owe me ninety-three.”
He smirks, that is, until he reads the message.
Luna, I’m so proud of you. There hasn’t been a day that’s gone by that I haven’t thought about you. You probably hate me for leaving you with your dad, but I’d still like the chance to explain myself. I’ve been following your chess career. The Vegas Invitational is coming up. I’d love to see you…
“We don’t know this is really your mom; could be a scammer,” Vince warns.
My phone buzzes, and I grab his wrist, moving the phone so I can see the screen. It’s a picture of me as a baby, being held in my mother’s arms. It’s eerie how much I look like this woman.
This is the only picture I have of you. I look at it every day.
“It’s like looking in a damn mirror; still say this is a scammer?” I challenge.
“Luna, why do you think she’s popping out of the woodwork now? I’ll tell you why: she sees dollar signs.” Vince hands me my phone.
“Isn’t that all you see?” I snatch my headphones, putting them back on.
We arrive at the grand opening of Madhouse Chess Club, with hoards of press and onlookers. I don’t wait for Vince, hopping out and disappearing in the crowd.
“Grandmaster Barone, there you are.” A woman grabs my hand, whisking me to the front of the crowd. “The club’s biggest donor prefers to remain anonymous, and so we’d love for you to do the honors.” She hands me a pair of scissors as Vince appears, visibly annoyed .
Ha, I knew I’d get to him eventually.
“The honors?” I ask.
“Cutting the ribbon, of course,” she says like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “Go on.”
I walk on stage, standing beside self-important people dressed in suits while the mayor gives an extremely long-winded speech. “Grandmaster Barone, our native Atlantic City chess queen, please do the honors.”
I cut the ribbon, and the crowd erupts into cheers as it flutters to the ground.
Vince
I push my way through the throng of people to catch up with Luna. “This is so amazing.” She looks around the lobby, a huge smile on her gorgeous face.
“You haven’t seen nothing yet. Library.” I hold open the door for her.
She examines every nook and cranny of the room with delight before she’s ready to move on.
“Skittles rooms.” I point out. “Still don’t understand why they’re called that.”
“Skittles was like the precursor to bowling. Casual play between tournament rounds would get a little wild in the side rooms, with chess pieces flying off the board like bowling pins. Hence the name, skittles rooms. And if you’ll excuse me, I need the ladies room.”
So smart. So beautiful. So homicidal.
Biding my time, I give it a few minutes before taking the bait. My phone buzzes, and I grab it from my pocket, reading the message from Fabio.
I need all hands on deck tonight. Meet up at my restaurant at eight. We’re crashing a party. Dress to kill.
I’ll wear my best suit and vest.
Pocketing my phone, I knock on the bathroom door. “Luna,” I call. She doesn’t answer.
As I step inside and close and lock the door, cold steel presses against my neck; the tips of the scissors Luna hid in her skirt waistband when she thought I wasn’t watching. “Daddy forgot to supervise me with sharp objects.”
Moving lightning-fast, I spin around and grab her wrist—forcing her hand to move the scissors to her neck. “How much farther do you think you can push me, Luna?” I’m smiling like a deranged lunatic, my dick screaming to be buried inside her naughty little cunt.
She darts out her tongue, wetting her lips. “I don’t know. Let’s find out.”
I lean in, hovering my mouth inches from hers; so close we’re sharing the same breath. “Give me your lips.”
“Give me my freedom.”
I yank her wrist, moving the scissors away from her delicate throat. Locked in battle, I squeeze her wrist hard, and she releases her grip.
The scissors fall to the tile floor with a jarring clank , and I squat down to pick them up. I run the sharp tip from her calf to her inner thigh, her body trembling. I duck my head under her skirt, inhaling the sweet smell of her desire. Moving the cold steel along her bikini line, I make snips with the scissors on one side, snips on the other, and her panties fall to the ground .
She won’t give me her lips, so I’ll have to console myself with these lips.
“Daddy.” She moans loudly as I French kiss her pussy.
“Shh.” I grab her ass cheek and give her a warning squeeze.
Luna quiets, and I work her into a frenzy with my tongue; exactly how she keeps me worked up every damn second of the day.
“Oh God,” she whispers, her legs quivering.
Placing a soft kiss to her clit, I move my head from beneath her skirt and grab what’s left of her panties, stuffing them in my pocket.
With the scissors in hand, I rise.
“What are you doing?” Luna asks breathlessly, her eyes drunk with lust.
I run my tongue along my lips, removing the shiny evidence of her arousal. “You want to come? Then don’t ever run from me again. No orgasm for seven days.”
“Fuck you.”
I flash her a condescending smile. “Sorry, Luna. Not for seven days.”
“I hate you.”
I lean in, grazing the shell of her ear with my teeth. “That’s a dollar.”
“Owe me ninety-two,” she spits.
Smirking, I make a snip snip with the scissors in the air before I unlock the door and walk out.