Blackjack Pizza Dallas Novels & Stories

They walked to the park gates and spotted an Ice cream truck parked outside the park with a red and white striped pickup tent. “This one looks good.” Said Cassie, pointing at the Ice Cream truck. “No.” Blake said, not even hesitating. He grabbed Cassie’s hand and this made her turn to see Blake pointing in the opposite direction, “Papa takes me to one that is at the Old Quarter.” He lowered his hand, “They have pistachio-chocolate chips.” Cassie listened carefully and said, “All right… If that’s what you want.” Cassie extended her hand for Blakey to grab and he did.

We pulled into a pizzeria about 10 minutes away and I raised a brow at Bryan. “They have good reviews and it’s a place where we can get two large pizzas and no one is gonna look at us weird. I’m hungry. I might even get a damn salad.” Bryan unbuckled his seat bet and hopped out. I followed suit and sighed, not hungry in the slightest. Bryan really was such a child sometimes. -

Sasha scoffed on the other end and said sarcastically, "Your lack of trust in my PA skills is very heartwarming." Desiree rolled her eyes. "Oh, just stop being a clown and tell me what I want to hear." "McGregor's Diner is all yours, as well as the designs, decorations, and special menus you asked for," Sasha said. Pleased with the information, Desiree grinned. McGregor's Diner was one of the fanciest beach restaurants in Jackson City. It was made for the creme de la creme of society, and getting even a table reservation wasn't easy for the ordinary person. But Desiree's name had been enough to get the manager to reserve the whole restaurant for her without struggle.

“Welcome ma'am, what would you like to have? The worker asked with a professional smile on her face. Hazel took the menu placed on the table and pointed out some dishes. While waiting for her food, she checked through her apps but there were no notifications except from her readers. Some minutes later, Hazel's food arrived and she dug in almost immediately. The food tasted nice to her as she devoured it without paying attention to any other thing. When she was done, she stood up and went to pay, Hazel removed her husband’s black card and placed it on the table in front of the workers. The ladies stared at each other suspiciously and wondered where a common lady like her got the card. They ra

He slapped his forehead comically. “Gosh you know what, I forgot to tell you! I burnt them. How dumb do you have to be to burn frozen pizza, right?!”, he chortled. “Hey, Blake can you run down to Chik-fil-A and get us some food?”. He made a big show of pulling his wallet out of his back pocket and handing over a wad of cash. “Just get a some of everything, alright?”. With a curt nod Blake left and it was just me, Austin and Chris left sitting on the beige leather sofas in silence. Austin scooted even closer to me so we now sat thigh to thigh, and he wrapped an arm around me.

"What a peach." POV: BRIGAIL Thalia Romero worked the Blackjack pit on Wednesday graveyard. Same tables. Same break schedule. Same order from the 24-hour coffee shop: caramel macchiato at 12:15, taken to the smokers' lounge outside for her cigarette break. Brigail had known Thalia's routine for three weeks before tonight. She took a seat at the Baccarat table with a clear sightline to Thalia's pit. Simon, the pit boss at her table, handed her a ten-thousand-dollar marker without blinking. She changed it into hundreds and began placing bets.

Whispers spread like fire. “That’s Damian Blackwell…” “And his wife…look, she’s pregnant…” I stiffened, but Damian’s hand pressed firmly against my back, guiding me forward. “Ignore them,” he murmured. At the counter, a young man nearly dropped the pizza cutter when Damian looked at him. “What do you want?” Damian asked, turning his gaze to me. “Cheese and pepperoni, with extra sauce,” I said quickly, my mouth already watering. Damian turned back to the man. “One of each. Large and two of everything else on the menu.”

Unfortunately, what happened next left him speechless. The woman took out a black card and gave it to Honey. Honey was surprised to see the card. “Dallas Black Card?” Everyone else in the hall was also shocked. Dallas Black Card, as its name suggested, was a card issued by Dallas Moneylender. Unlike the common prestigious bank cards, the Dallas Black Card was not recognized by any other financial institute. However, it was not an issue because Dallas Moneylender recognized it. It was said that less than ten Dallas Black Cards had been issued since the organization was founded and they would only be issued to the VVIPs of the organization.

Lewis smiled at her, his lip ring and snake bites catching her attention. “Ulric Industries pays well, and you can’t beat the pizza joint under the complex.” Vanessa read one of the boxes. “Full Moon Pizza?” The irony of the name was not lost on her. Lewis’s eyes lit up. “Best pizza in Georgia. Not to mention their wings, cheese sticks—” “While we are all fascinated by your choice of food,” Lance interrupted, an annoyed look on his face, “we have more pressing issues at hand.”

Albot and Blake bring the bags to my hummer while Alice, Marcie and I head inside, the smell of the wood fire over hitting us the moment we step inside. “Hey Crys, did you get some apples?” Cara calls out from the cash as soon as she sees us, a smile on my friend’s face. “Yeah, Albot is bringing them to the car now with Blake. What’s the feature pizza today?” I smile as the blonde comes to join us, an order form and a pen in hand as Marcie and Alice takes a cart, ready to fill it with goodies and cider. “ABC Pizza. It has Apples, Bacon and Cheddar on it.” She answer. I smile, the feature sounding like a great idea.