Wicked Games 8

Wicked

There was so much that I had wanted to tell her, and I came close. Especially in the first weeks after she left. I probably would have if she had once picked up my call or answered my messages but she didn’t. So I couldn’t tell her my secrets. I couldn’t forget the dismissive look in her eyes the last time we spoke.

I missed her.

Me, Wicked. Missed my best friend’s little sister. A girl who had grown up into a beautiful woman. I wasn’t sure how I had missed it. It was like she suddenly appeared in front of me, out of the blue.

And all of a sudden I couldn’t think of anything else.

That was the scary thing because she was all I could think about. That wasn’t good when my mind should be on club business. As president of the Black Aces, the club was my responsibility. I just couldn’t get her out of my mind.

People were starting to notice as well. I could see it in their eyes when my own glazed over. They knew something was going on with me.

It was almost comical, that some co