Blackjack Pizza Dallas Novels & Stories

This restaurant made the best pizza in Dollemorz town. It had a parking lot for its customers. Many were either going into or leaving the restaurant with beautifully designed nylon bags. A black jeep had just parked, and the four doors opened. Five people- two young men, two young women and a little boy alighted from the car dressed in casual clothing. But one could tell that their outfits were worth a lot. They were chatting as they headed towards the entrance of the restaurant. When they entered, they chose a table at the extreme of the VIP section.

“I’m feeling a bit merciful, a bomb should do the trick, painless and quick.” “Here you go, Miss.” The lady reached our table and dropped the pizza in front of me; “That would be 9 dollars.” “Right!” I forced a smile towards her, reaching for my side pocket for the money. But before I could do anything, Kian had already handed a black card over to the lady who was blushing earnestly.

I grumble; my good mood instantly gone. "Great, come to my house when you're done here; text me when you're on your way," Parker grins; ignoring my grumpy mood and words. "Sure Black Jack," Axel assures him as William returns with our drink order; Parker leaves to pick up his order before leaving the restaurant. "What can I get you guys tonight?" William asks with a warm smile. "We'll take a small pepperoni and a large pepperoni and pineapple pizzas, please," I respond automatically. "Is that alright with you, babe?"

“You want some?” “Um, no thank you. I like just cheese,” she replied politely. “I want some,” Dallas piped up. “I'll eat it.” Laura raised her eyebrows in surprise. Dallas only ever wanted cheese pizza. She'd accidentally ordered a pepperoni pizza one time, and he'd refused to eat a bite of it, even once the pepperoni was off. “Sure,” Ethan said. He went to the kitchen and brought back two slices of pizza. One for him and one for Dallas.

he noted. ‎She said nothing. ‎Didn’t move. ‎Didn’t cry. ‎His lips curved faintly. ‎“Smart girl.” ‎For a brief moment, they simply looked at each other. ‎Then he reached into his pocket. ‎Pulled something out. ‎A card. ‎He flicked it lightly. ‎It landed at her feet. ‎Blackjack. ‎“Run,” he said casually. ‎And she did. ‎This time, she didn’t stop. ‎She ran into the darkness.