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he said. Molly bit her lips, doing as she was asked. She didn't say a word as she left, feeling embarrassed. Scott walked to his drawer and brought out a pack of cigarettes. He took out one stick and lighted it up before walking to the balcony. The sound of his phone ringing made him return to the room. He grabbed his phone, and on sighting the caller's ID, BOSS, he tossed it aside. Returning to the balcony. *** Next Day Molly yawned. Waking up, she grabbed her phone from the bedstand, switching it on.

“The resort operates a bingo session every night in one of the dining rooms. so you’re safe there. And if Ms. Rosewood is used to spending time with the elderly, it’s probably bly a good guess that she enjoys bingo.” “Bingo,” Drake repeated. “My mother plays,” Stephanie told him. “She also knits.” “Bingo sounds like a winner,” he told them, and pointed at Stephanie. “Remind me to give you a raise when we get home.” Her smile was pleased. “I’ll remember, sir.” “Okay,” Drake said, rubbing his hands together. “Now I need to figure out what I should wear to bingo.” **** Sarah had just spoken to Ben and her dad before she called Enny who have been texting non-stop .“So how did your date go, honey

I saw my family already because they literally brought a big pla card that's write 'Welcome Home, Clyde Dante' I looked at them disbelief and they hugged me right away. There's my parents, my grandmother, my aunt and her husband and my cousins. I realized that Bev was left behind. I turned to her and held her hand. "Guys, this is Beverly Carington, she's my fiance." I said as I showed them the ring. "Hello. I'm Beverly. Nice to meet you?" She said in a shy tone. They looked at her weirdly for a while but my grandma hugged her right.

When Abigal was coming out of the washroom his old model samsung phone rang. "Ding! Ting! Ding! Ting! Ding! Ting!" William asked, "brother who is calling you?" "l also looking on it...my phone's display was not working well. So it'a not clear. Anyway you wait me here. My phone will get range from there only", said Abigal by pointing into an area in the corner of lnstitution's courtyard.

Because there was no answer. Midnight came. Axel hadn’t slept, he hadn’t even tried too. He’d stared at the monitors in the war room, every camera feed flickering like a pulse. Still nothing. Still no sign of her. Until the burner phone rang. He grabbed it like a drowning man reaching for the surface. “Yeah? Where is she?” Mitch’s voice came through, clipped and tight. “Ping just hit from one of Slade’s known security lock ups. Big VIP movement in downtown LA—nightclub called Satans Hollow. High-end, invite-only. Three heat signatures match Slade’s crew.”

There were rows of slot machines, poker, craps, blackjack tables, and even a bingo section. “The casino room is only operational after dinner. There are dealers for the card games and waitresses who serve drinks. We also hold tournaments every so often, and bingo is extremely popular. Now, for bingo, you do have to pay to play. The entry f*es can be a little on the higher side, however, the prizes are worth it. Last week, a couple won a trip to Maui. The entry f*es depend upon the prize. If memory serves me correctly, the entry f*e for the Maui trip was $500.00 a card. We will also offer certain amenities as prizes that our non-Diamond package members love to participate in. For instance, a

His eyes expertly traced the flow of the game, taking note of every move his opponents made as he plotted his own next move. Don, a business partner of mine that invests in my clubs and restaurants has a bold and brash newcomer to the game made his moves with reckless abandon, throwing caution to the wind as he carelessly tossed his chips into the pot. His inexperience and impulsive nature made the others wary, but they couldn't deny the fact that he did occasionally pull off a stunning bluff.

“A favor. That 's it. I don’t have anything in mind, yet. But when I do, I’ll call for you, you’ll answer me. No matter what. Otherwise, the deal is broken and you’ll get back to this shithole.” Mia breathed heavily. A favor? Get out of there? “Are you the Devil?” she asked. She still remembered some of the things her mother had told her. Mia shook her head, avoiding thinking too deeply about her mother. “Who cares? Does it matter?” “It does! I don’t want no deal with the Devil!” “You’re too picky, for someone who is about to become a worker in a brothel. Not only you, but your little doll of a sister.”