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It would have been great if I could talk freely with him whenever I want. "Yes, I will like bite sized pasta, risotto and fried chicken. Oh, I would like chocolate cake for dessert." I said and stared at Dylan. If he was surprised by my order then he didn't make it known. His face was blank and devoid of emotion as usual. I don't know what to do to that man. "And you, Mr Black?" "I'll have steak fajitas, and get us a bottle of champagne." He said to the waitress and she nodded her head.

I mean I probably could eat the entire thing, but it would take me a few meals and I should probably pretend to be a lady in front of Bennett. "You sure?" he hesitates, his hand over a slice. "Of course. How did you get it here so fast? I didn't know we had a pizza place in town." He chews and then answers. "Buddy's. It's a biker bar on the outskirts of town. Rowdy place but they have the best pies. We ordered a few boxes." "What else do you do with Ridge? Help him install security systems?" "Something like that," he answers quickly and stuffs more pizza in his mouth.

“There is poker, blackjack, Roulette, pai gow poker and a lot more. Which one can you play best?” “Definitely blackjack.” Cassie replied and they walked to the table. They were picking a new set of players so Cassie joined. People stared at Cassie and Blakeley, they found it weird that Blakeley was wearing a mask but they didn't bother so much about it. “You play?” A player sitting opposite Cassie asked and she chuckled. “How about we find out?” She asked back and the men chuckled. She was the only female on the table, Blakeley stood behind her placing her hands on her shoulders.

Partying is something I’m not allowed to do back home. No doubt Dwayne will be pissed when he gets the call saying I never showed up. I’ve got so much on my mind that I can’t think straight. Enzo would be a good distraction if only I hadn’t tried to touch his face. I might be with him right now instead of the girls. “What kind of pizza do you want?” The driver is from California and said we had to try this pizza joint. It's well known for its pizza. “doesn’t matter if you guys choose, I'm not picky,” I tell Sierra.

Mark & Mitch- 2 large pizzas( 1 meat lovers & 1 supreme), 2 30-packs of pepsi Wren- BBQ wings, large onion ring, Bacon cheeseburger Wes & Rachel- hibachi shrimp and steak, cheesecake and a 2 liter of cherry coke Tyson- Lg Cheesesteak sub, onion rings, hush puppies, 2 liter of Coke Tristan- Lg reeses shake, mozzarella sticks, mushroom swiss burger Ashton & Carmen- 2 new york strip steaks with fries, a gallon of sweet tea and crab dip "God damn that's a lot of food!" I hear Wes say. "No shit sherlock." Wren sasses back "You two shut the fuck up now." I hear Rachel snap out

She fidgeted in her seat, her eyes darting anxiously to the entrance each time someone walked in, her heart leaping with false hope again and again. Until finally—A man in a tailored business suit entered. “I’m sorry for the delay,” he said, approaching the officers. “The boss is currently in a meeting. I was sent as his representative.” Belle looked up. Her heart sank. It wasn’t him. “This is the CEO’s black card,” the manager explained eagerly, showing it to the man. “We recognize it anywhere. Only a few people in the country own one. Yet today, it was used by… her.” His tone carried thinly veiled disdain.

Bohdan replied. “Poker requires skill. I can bluff my way into a win every time. You can’t bluff your way into a blackjack.” “Touché’, but that’s the game I choose, take it or leave it.” Preacher Jack hesitated because he had no choice but to give in. “Fine, Blackjack it is.” “Get the cards and we’ll play. How soon can you get a deck?” “I’ll need something to trade,” Preacher Jack replied. “What’s worth a deck of cards down here?”

~ Tina POV ~ "Ma'am, another drink?" The cocktail waitress leaned over my shoulder, her voice cutting through the casino's relentless chiming and clicking. I didn't look up from the blackjack table. Couldn't. My hands were shaking too badly, and I needed them steady for the next hand. "Whiskey. Double." The cards blurred in front of me. Twenty-three thousand down in two hours. Jesus Christ, Tina. What are you doing?

"Then tell me. All of it." The waitress returned with their drinks—a Long Island iced tea for Greysen, vodka tonic for Novalee. Both deceptively sweet, both strong enough to erase the day. They waited until she left. "His name is Dante Santoro," Novalee said, and took a long drink. "He's... he runs the Blackwing Mafia. Controls half this city. Maybe more."