Blackjack Crossing Golf Course Novels & Stories

Thersa walked up and pulled her into a hug. “Thank you… Thank you, Grace. You don’t know what this means to me.” Grace tightened the hug gently. “I wish I could do even more for you,” she whispered. …. The sharp sound of a golf ball sliced through the air as DJ made a clean shot, his small hands gripping the club just right. The ball flew straight and smoothly before landing on the green “Wow,” Mr. KM Smith muttered, raising his brow in surprise. “He’s got a solid swing for a boy his age.”

He bore left through the valley of the slots and passed beneath Orion and Gemini on his way to Ursus Major, the Great Bear, where the high-stakes blackjack room beckoned. There were a half-dozen $5,000 tables to choose from, and he picked the one where Marty, one of his favorite deal- ers, was working. Marty was a New Jersey transplant, his wavy brown hair pulled back into a neat little ponytail. Marty's eyes lit up when he saw him approaching. "Hey, Mt.

“It’ll be fun.” We moved toward a large table near the center of the room. Seven chairs were already set up, the surface cleared. Zaden took the lead with all the flair of someone used to being the center of attention. “Alright, here’s how it works,” he announced. “We’re playing a game called ‘High Stakes Blackjack.’ It’s like regular Blackjack, but with a twist.” He pulled out a worn deck and began to shuffle. “Each player gets two cards, and we all bet on who can get closest to twenty-one without going over. After the initial deal, each of us can draw one more card or ‘stand.’ If you go over, you lose—and there’s a consequence.”

He could see the angles but he’s not malicious about it. “If I can keep her happy, and get her sons to talk, it’s really a win, win,” Hugo says. He takes his driver out of his golf bag and moves to the tee box. He swings, and it’s a beautiful shot. Everything continues smoothly – until we reach the end of the ninth hole, halfway through the course. There, the group ahead of us are being rowdy. They stand near the bank of a small lake, chipping balls into the waters. “I seem to have missed the green again,” one laughs. He waves his club toward the water. “Go in and get it, caddy.”

I felt flattered. "Yeah. I'm Henry Fetcher by the way." He extended his hand and I shook it. "Adam Wilson, but you probably know that already." I laughed. "Say Adam, would you like to join us at the Casino Club this evening?" He invited. "Oh yeah? What have they got?" "Blackjack, Roulette, Poker..." "Sounds alright. I need to take a break from the so called problem I'm having so I guess I'll be there." "Awesome." This was the perfect way to distract myself

It was irresistible, and even though I knew in my gut that it would lead to my untimely demise, I couldn't resist. I watched happily as she gracefully moved away from the girls who had approached her, and my breath caught in my chest as she sat down across from me. Our eyes were still locked when she downed her drink before she looked away and towards Jones. I turned to glare at the man who took her attention from me, but calmed when I saw Jones refill her drink from the bottle of Jose we had claimed for the table before he gathered the cards to start the next game. The chairs quickly filled as a random group of intoxicated party guests joined us. "Alright! Ladies and gentlemen, we are chang

I nodded to a few familiar faces as I made my way toward the pro shop, where I spotted Mike reviewing his scorecard with another member. "Mr. Carter!" He waved me over. "Didn't expect to see you here today." I glanced around. "Grandfather mentioned he'd be here this morning." Mike grinned. "Course twelve. Playing with James Westbrook and Senator Dawkins. Started about forty minutes ago." Of course, Grandfather would be playing with James. The old man loved keeping tabs on my competitors. "Thanks." I headed toward the course, spotting a golf cart parked near the path. I drove the cart down the winding path, the morning sun warming my shoulders. The groundskeepers had outdone themselves, every

The queen piece, caught between shadows and light. Clarisse thought the game was hers. She had no idea she was already playing on Damon Cross’s board. ** ** ** ** The penthouse was silent when Damon returned. He loosened his tie, set the cufflinks aside, and poured a measure of whiskey. The amber liquid caught the light, glinting like fire trapped in glass.

Josh turned around and continued walking to his classroom. **** Meanwhile somewhere else. In a luxurious golf course, Giovanni De La Cruz was enjoying a game of golf with a few business associates. The sun was shining, casting a golden tone over the perfectly manicured greens. Giovanni with a golf club in his hand lined up his shot, concentrating on the ball in front of him. He effortlessly swung his golf club, sending the ball rolling across the green. As he strolled towards his next shot, his associates Paulo and Lorenzo followed closely behind, deep in conversation with him.