Surrender To Me

Dante

She is beautiful. I can’t deny that. There is something about her that makes it hard to look away from her. She has a certain allure to her that makes you want to keep looking at her. She made it hard to concentrate on my game and I lost a few rounds as a result. Looking at her right now, the way her dress, a black mini dress that all the dealers wear, clings to her body, and hugs all the right parts to highlight her curves, makes me forget the reason I’m here. This must be why he chose her. She’s a distraction. A good one at that. I have to give it to Saccone. He knows how to choose his women. And to think I had half the mind to fuck her. If it weren’t for Sal coming in at the end of the game, I might have tried to seduce her, which would mean breaking one of my rules. Never fuck employees.

“Please.” She speaks, pulling me back to reality. “I know

you think I must have done something, stolen something, but I assure you I didn’t.” She leans forward. I don’t fail to notice her breasts thrusting forward. “I can prove it. The only money on me is my tips.” She pulls out four chips from her lap to the table. “You can check the CCTV.”

Her obliviousness is quite convincing. If I didn’t have hard evidence, I would believe her. She’s stalling, but she has no clue that I’m the one doing the stalling. I want to see what she knows, what she can give me before I reveal my hand. It’s as if she doesn’t seem to understand the severity of her situation. If she does, she wouldn’t be acting like this. Or does she think she can play with me? What she doesn’t know is that I’m the master of this game. Interrogations get me hard. Luckily for her, I’m in a playful mood tonight. If it weren’t for the ten million I’ve just won, her pretty face would be black and blue and singing like a canary.

“Don’t play games with me.”

Her eyes widen to saucers. “I – I don’t understand.”

I sit down on the chair opposite hers and notice for the first time that her hands are trembling. It’s a slight tremble anyone could miss, but not a poker player like me. So, she’s not as confident as her voice and the rest of her body says.

“Listen,” I say to her, “if you want to keep your pretty little head on top of your neck, you better cooperate now or things will go bad for you starting this very moment.”

She takes several deep breaths. The tremble in her hands increases and when she catches my gaze, she swipes her hands off the table. She looks even more beautiful, frightened. Maybe I should frighten her even more. I lean forward, staring into her beautiful doe eyes, “Do you know what we do to women like you, Corina? Liars?” I wait for her answer. When she doesn’t give one, I continue. “We fuck her. All of us. Plus my other guys are outside this room until her pussy gives out. Then we cut off her tits and let her watch as the dogs feast on them. Sometimes, if the dogs are into the bitch, we might let them have a taste.”

“I-I don’t know…” her eyes dart around the room as her voice trails away. She’s not at the point of quaking, but her fear is now palpable. It makes me hard. It’s so weird. And it’s not as if I’d do or have ever done any of the things I’m saying, but I know that rumors of what we do to people float around the casino to my bidding. Imagination is an effective way of keeping people in check. And it seems to work on Corina. “I don’t know what you’ve heard about me, but I have done nothing wrong, I swear. But if you think I’m in the wrong, tell me what I did. At least I can defend myself.”

Maybe this is the time to reveal my hand. But only just. “So, you have nothing to do with the stolen money.”

“Money?”

“So, you’re saying if we search your home, we will not find a stash of three hundred thousand dollars hidden under the mattress?”

Now she was shaking. More animated and slightly angry. “Three hundred grand! No! You have the wrong person! I didn’t steal your fucking money!”

“Do I? So, you must know the right person then? Your accomplice?”

Her voice becomes steely when she says, “I stole nothing.”

As if scripted, my phone rings at that moment. It’s from Tiny. I put it on loud and his voice booms into the room as he says, “We found it, boss, just like you said.”

“Did you know? no say in an exaggerated cadence, “You would care to share video evidence?”

“Sure thing.” The call disconnects and a few seconds later, he video calls. He’s in what I can assume is a tiny bedroom. The bed takes up most of the space. On top of it is an empty duffel bag and a pile of cash spread next to it. “That’s all of it, I hear Tiny say. Three hundred large. We found it in the closet.”

“That’s not true!” Corina bursts out.

Meanwhile, Tiny’s meaty hand lifts one bundle, and he brings it closer to the camera. “Still has the casino bands and everything. Such a dumb thief.”

“He’s fucking lying!” She screams as soon as I cut the call.

She was close to tears before, but now she’s furious.

“Ah. There’s the little hellion I was looking for. So tough to break.”

“I’m being framed!”

Her eyes dart to someone behind me. I follow her gaze, which is on Sal. She must have figured he was the one who gave me the tip. How smart of her. Sal on the other hand is as hard as a rock, giving no emotion. I must give it to her, though. She’s such a consummate actress. I don’t know what she’s doing on the casino floor when she should be in Hollywood.

“Why the fuck would I steal your money?”

“I don’t know. Why do people steal?” She looks defeated at this, and I think I’ve got her, but she stays adamant.NôvelDrama.Org holds this content.

“Why would I steal? I just made four thousand right now!” “Which you weren’t making before.”

“And I could have made fifty grand if I had gone with your friend.”

“No, you wouldn’t. I wouldn’t have let you.” That came out of nowhere. And it’s true. When Hunter made that proposal, I knew he wasn’t playing. His eyes kept wandering towards her the entire time. He wanted her. And he wasn’t going to have her. He’s lucky I saved him. Knowing what I know, I wouldn’t trust her with any of my friends. However, I had to change tactics. If I’m not going to spend time breaking her, I’m going to let my absence do the work. I get up, adjust my suit, and say to her, “I think it’s about time you think about your situation since you choose to remain stubborn.”

I get out of the room, followed by Sal and his underling. I leave her alone and let the other guys stand outside the door. “Make sure she doesn’t disappear,” I tell them.

“What are you going to do about her?” Sal asks as we make our way to my office.

“Get info. Get rid of her.”