Wicked Games 15

Chelsea

My plan worked. Actually, it worked better then I expected it to. Ruin had always looked after me. So I don’t know why I was so surprised when one of the prospects turned up with home-cooked meals on Friday evening.

Luckily I was in my oldest dressing gown. I might not look like I was sick but I knew I looked rough. Rough enough that I could fool someone who didn’t know me anyway.

“Your brother and Cali wanted me to bring you this.” He passed me the plastic bag, his eyes barely lifting to me.

“Thanks.” Muttering my eyes fell passed him as the throaty roar of a bike filled my ears.

Wicked came into view. I knew his bike anywhere. Eyes darting between the two men I scrambled for something to say.

Some excuse as to why Wicked was at my door when he was meant to be going out of town.

The last thing I needed, we needed I reminded myself was for the prospect to tell my brother. Ruin was suspicious at the best of times. It wouldn’t take much for him to figure things out.

“Hey.