Game On (The Game Series) (5 page)

Chapter
11

He’d been
waiting for over three hours and hadn’t seen a sign of him. He’d been to JJ’s apartment before, back when he worked for Luccio. It wasn’t much of an apartment, more like a few filthy rooms joined together. The last time Kyle had visited him there he’d felt like he needed a shower as soon as he’d left.

The problem with JJ was that though he’d been paid a decent wage most of it went up his nose or in his arm.
He’d managed to stay on top of his problem, though, which is how he’d managed to keep his job. He’d climbed the filthy stairs to his fifth floor apartment when he first arrived but there had been no answer. So, determined to speak to him, he’d settled himself in his car to wait for him.

His mind drifted to thoughts of Tara as he waited.
They’d not heard from Sergei for several months, so it looked like Tara’s fears were unfounded. She’d been sure that he would come after her and the stories she had told him about others who tried to leave his employ had convinced him she was right. They mustn’t get cocky, though. Just because they hadn’t had any reason to fear so far didn’t mean that it would stay that way.

He was more concerned about what finding out about her daughter was doing to her.
He had tried to talk about it with her several times during the last few months but she had shut him down pretty quickly. He so desperately wanted her to be happy in their new life together, but he was not naïve enough to believe that her past would be easy to forget. And he didn’t want her to forget her daughter.

Knowing how he felt when he lost his unborn son, the pain he had felt, he could only imagine what she felt now.
To know his son was out there and that he could do nothing to save him would kill him. He had no idea how Tara was keeping it together so well. Maybe this was her way of coping and he just had to let her deal with it in whatever way she could and be there for her when she needed him.

A movement to his right brought his attention back to the job at hand.
Looking over he saw JJ walking towards his apartment, head down and shoulders hunched. He decided to give him a couple of minutes to get upstairs before following him up so that he was contained. The last thing he wanted was for him to see him and run.

Locking his car he discreetly patted his holster to reassure himself it was still there and walked over.

“Who’s there?” was the reply to his knock on the door.
Knowing it was unlikely he would open the door if he knew it was him he stayed silent and instead knocked again. This time the door was thrown open angrily.

“Who’s there motherfucker?” JJ had time to say before Kyle grabbed him by the neck and pushed him back into the apartmen
t, shoving the door shut with his foot. Still holding on tightly, he slammed him into one of the grimy walls.

“Hello JJ.
Long time.” He released JJ’s throat just enough that he could breath and speak.

“Kyle!
My man!” He wasn’t even bothering to struggle. He knew better. He was all of about 5’ 5” and as skinny as a greyhound. Kyle could have held him against that wall all day long and not broken a sweat.

He didn’t waste time with
pleasantries; he was here for one thing and one thing only, information. “Where’s Deshaun?” he demanded.

JJ looked confused “Who?
Don’t know no Deshaun.”

Kyle took a deep breath to stop himself breaking JJ’s neck.
“Deshaun Ali. Don’t play games with me. I know you used to run him.”

“What you
wanna find him for?”

Kyle gripped tighter.
“Because he murdered my wife. Now tell me where he is before I snap your neck like a twig.”

JJ squirmed under his grip. “Dude don’t work for me no more. Yeah
, he used to be one of my runners but got a bit too fond of the product, know what I’m sayin’?”

Kyle hissed
, “Just tell me where the fuck he is!”

“How the hell do I know?”

Kyle was close to losing his cool now. “Because this is your turf
, shithead! You know everything that goes on here. Now where is he?”

Maybe it was something in Kyle’s face that told him he was serious but
, whatever the reason, JJ seemed to give up all pretence at hiding anything. “During the day, I don’t know man, but at night he hangs around a club on Acacia Street.”

Letting him down
with a thud, Kyle gave him a last warning. “If I find out you’re lying, or if you warn him I’m coming, I will come back and I will snap your neck.” He meant it. Without another word he turned and left.

There was nothing more he could do until tonight so he headed home to get some rest and check in with Tara.

Chapter 12

After Sandy left
, Tara had cleaned the apartment, done the washing, done everything she could to keep herself busy and her mind occupied. She’d tried to call Kyle on his cell but it had gone to voicemail each time, something she was getting used to. The sound of a key in the front door told her Kyle was home.

Her feelings were confused.
Yes, she was mad that he hadn’t told her about what was going on but then, she was keeping a secret from him so she couldn’t really judge. The fact that they were both keeping secrets from each other was not lost on her. What kind of relationship were they having?

She knew the time had come
to come clean. Their relationship needed to be one built on honesty and openness. Her past was littered with lies and secrets. She would not, could not, allow her future to be, too.

“I think we need to talk
,” she told him as he removed his jacket.

“Look, I’m sorry about dashing off
,” he said, hanging his coat on the hook.

She took a deep breath. “You had a visitor today.”

“Who?” he asked as he turned away from the coat hook.

“Sandy.”

His whole body stilled. “Oh. What did she tell you?”

Tara sighed.
“Everything.”

“She had no right!”
he shouted.

“Kyle, she had to!
I thought you were having an affair!”

That had the effect of a slap and he looked at her stunned. “An affair?
What are you talking about?”

Tara walked through to the living room and sat on the couch.
“I saw you yesterday, at the coffee shop. I’ll admit, I jumped to the wrong conclusion.”

Kyle came and knelt in front of her and took her hands in his. “You thought I was having an affair?
Why didn’t you just ask me?”

Irritated
, Tara pulled her hands away from his. “Because the last couple of days you’ve been so secretive! You wouldn’t tell me where you were going or what you were doing. What was I supposed to think?” Tara could see she had hit a nerve.

Kyle sat on the couch next to her and dropped his head into his hands. “God.
I’m so sorry, I never meant for you to get caught up in all this.”

That was exactly what worried her. Did he not trust her enough to share everything in his life with her?
“Well I am, and I want to be. Kyle, I want to help you through this. I know you had a life before me, a love before me, of course you want to get justice for them. How could you think I wouldn’t understand that?”

Kyle shook his head. “I don’t know. I think I didn’t want it to taint what we have.”

“It won’t, if we’re honest with each other and let the police do their job.”
She saw Kyle stiffen at that.

“The police aren’t doing their job though
, are they? They’re no closer to finding this guy than they were before Luccio came clean.”

“No, but they will find him.
It just may take a bit of time.”

It was Kyle’s turn to be get cross. “Time?
They’ve had all the time in the world! No, this time I’m not counting on them.”

Tara was getting worried now. “What do you mean?
Kyle? What have you done?”

Kyle stood up and started pacing.
“Nothing really, yet.”

Tara had a sinking feeling in her stomach now.
“What do you mean?”

“
I know where he is. The man who shot them.”

“I won’t ask how you got it
, but that’s great news. Have you called Sandy yet?”

Kyle strode off into the kitchen.
Not giving up, Tara followed him. “Well have you?”

“No
, okay? No, I haven’t told Sandy.”

“Why on earth not?”

“Because there’s nothing they can do.
They don’t have enough to arrest him. This is something I have to do.”

Tara’s blood ran cold.
“What can you do that they can’t?” She could see Kyle was getting really angry now, and he pushed past her and stalked off into the bedroom. “I need some sleep.”

Not letting it go, Tara followed him.
“Tell me!”

“Just leave it!”
He shouted at her this time, going into the bathroom and slamming the door shut.

Tara stood there, stunned.
What on earth was he up to? She had a horrible feeling she knew. One thing she did know, her problems would have to wait, there was no way she could tell him about the texts from Sergei now.

Chapter
13

Sergei didn’t like to think of himself as a monster
, but the truth was that he rarely felt anything for any of the people he surrounded himself with.

Brought up by Russian immigrant parents
, he hadn’t had an easy childhood. Regularly beaten by his father and watching his mother being shared around with his father’s friends had, he acknowledged, probably got more than a little to do with the way he was today. That was fine with him. It was that attitude that had allowed him to take what was a small gambling business and build it up into the huge network it was now. A network that had made him a very, very rich man.

Rich enough
to maintain several homes, one of which was on the outskirts of Blandford in Dorset, where he was heading now. This home was different than the others. This one was kept very separate from his business interests and none of his people knew about it.

This is where his daughter lived.
She was 14 now and attended the prestigious Bryanston School nearby. Anna had no idea about what he did for a living and he kept the two areas of his life very separate. One day he hoped that she would take over for him, but right now she was too young to understand.

He tried to get down to see her as often as he could which, admittedly, probably wasn’t as often as he should
, especially now that she was a teenager. She was becoming more and more of a handful. There was a full-time staff of 6 people at the house, including the two nannies that had been with her since the day she was born.

He felt no remorse at all about taking her away from her mother.
What future would she have had for god’s sake, being raised by a hooker? So, as soon as she was old enough to understand, he had told her that her mother had died during childbirth.

He hadn’t expected to have any true feelings for this child when she’d been born
and had been surprised by the strength of his love for her, a love that had only deepened over the years. She was the only person he felt anything for and he would protect her with his life.

Pulling up to his house now he was excited to see her.
Although in the Dorset countryside, the house was only a couple of hours from London. Blandford was a market town and once you drove outside the town center, there was nothing but rolling hills and fields.

The house was down a country lane, set back from the main road.
It had once been a working farmhouse, but while the exterior maintained that country style the inside had been completed renovated. The original beams in the ceiling and the exposed stonework had been retained but everything else had been modernized.

The combination of old and new was striking and worked extremely well.
The house featured 6 bedrooms, an indoor pool and even an indoor cinema. No expense had been spared to give Anna everything she could possibly want. There was even stables and a paddock in the grounds so that she could indulge her love of riding.

He was surprised as he walked up to the front door that Anna hadn’t come running out to meet him.

“Hello?” he called out as he headed into the kitchen.

“
Mr. Sergei, welcome home.”

He acknowledged Monika with a nod. “Where’s Anna?”

Monika sighed.
“She’s in her room. Hardly comes out these days, spends all her time listening to her music and chatting to her friends online.”

Sergei frowned.
He didn’t like the sound of that. Taking the stairs two at a time he headed up to her room.

“Anna?” he said, knocking on the closed door.
He could hear the thump thump of what they loosely called music these days coming from behind the closed door. Knocking harder, he raised his voice “Anna? It’s your father!” He heard the music stop and the door opened.

Standing there looking at him was a very sullen teenager.
“Don’t I get a hello?” Sergei asked.

“Whatever
. Hi.” She shrugged then turned and walked back into her room. Sergei followed her in.

“How are you?
How’s school? You haven’t called me for a couple of weeks.” He sat down on her bed. He knew he spoiled her and looking round her room he saw clear evidence of that. She had the biggest room in the house, which had its own bathroom and all the furniture and furnishings were custom made. On the wall hung a huge 40inch 3D TV and underneath were stacked all the latest games consoles. He denied her nothing.

“
S’ok,” she shrugged.

She was getting more and more distant from him as she got older.
He’d spoken to Monika about it and she’d hinted at the fact that she barely knew who he was. She wouldn’t dare tell him he’d been a bad father outright, but Sergei was no fool, he knew damn well what she was trying to say.

In his eyes
, though, he had been a good father. She had everything she could want, always had, and Monika had been there to look after her since the day she was born. Okay, he knew that he hadn’t spent as much time with her as maybe he should have, but she should count herself lucky that she had him.

No matter, it wouldn’t be long until she was old enough for him to introduce her to his world.
He intended that she would take over from him one day. For now, though, she had no need to know what he did to be able to provide her with such a good life.

She
clearly didn’t want to talk to him, and not having the patience to deal with a surly teenager Sergei left her room and went back downstairs.