Obsession (A Bad Boy's Secret Baby)(33)

“Greetings, friends.” I swept my mid-length, wavy hair back, taking a sip of the stolen beer as I sat down.

“The name Ronin supposed to mean something to us, friend?” It was their President who had asked.

“Guess not.” I shrugged, took another sip and pulled out a small wad of bills. “Deal me in, maybe I'll tell you another name that will.”

“How 'bout we just stab you in the fucking face and take your money instead,” said a large, surly man with a bush for a mustache.

I chuckled. “You don't think you're good enough to win it from me? If you come over here, you're liable to bust your hip, old man. I’m guessing you're not as spry as you used to be.”

“You motherfucker!” The big, mustachioed biker stood up, pulling out his gun and pointing it at me. “The only thing I'm gonna be bustin' is your ass!”

The room hushed. People behind my chair moved out of the line of fire. Others just straight up left, not wanting any part of the coming bloodshed.

I put my elbows on the table and leaned toward the biker's gun. Then I out stretched my hand in a motion that said oh well, before clasping them back together. I met the eyes of the other four guys. “Seems the old man is out, who else wants to win some money?”

Impressed, or entertained at my carefree demeanor, the other guys just laughed.

“Sit down, Jerry,” Tash's old man chuckled. “We'll kill him after the game.”

I smiled, snapped up the cards and started shuffling. “Five-card?”

They nodded.

I dealt out the poker hands to all four members, even the mustachioed behemoth—Jerry. He snarled at me before reluctantly picking them up.

Five-card draw was the simplest variation of poker, easiest rules to remember when you've been drinking, so it was the game I tended to play the most. I've done the rounds enough in shitty bars like this to be scary at darts, pool and craps, but poker...

Poker was my first love.

I was downright deadly in a game of poker. These assholes had no idea what was in store for them.

The first few hands were butter, I was just lubing them up to get fucked down the line. I lost more games than I won, which was all part of the plan. If you want to run a table and make real money, you have to throw a few hands, lull them into a false sense of superiority. Play smart first, then, when they feel like they have you beat, you play mean.

The stack of cash in front of me grew like cancer. Three-four-five hundred... Tonight would be a nice haul. Honestly, I wasn't here for just that. I wanted to see how far I could push it. Every dangerous situation had a hard line that, when crossed, there was no coming back from. It was just bullets and bodies. The thrill for me was finding that razor's edge and seeing how far I could stroll down it without falling off.

“Another beer, Wrex?” Tash asked her old man. He grunted in affirmation, not paying her any real heed while sliding the glass towards her. Wrex had stopped telling stories when he realized how much money he was down and started really focusing on the game. The other three bullshitted everything and anything. I could see Wrex's frayed, edgy disposition finally surface. He was getting tired of losing money.

Tash looked me over again. “You want something, stranger?” The girl was as subtle as a sledgehammer, not that any of the other bikers cared enough to notice. They all had their own girls hovering around. Tash was unfulfilled and hungry. Her eyes damn near screamed for some actual excitement. That was probably how she'd gotten mixed up with these rabid, old dogs to begin with.

I downed the last sip from my glass and matched her heavy glance. “Always.” I slid my cup away from her as she reached for it, forcing her to stretch across my body to grab it. When her perky tits hung like small water balloons a few inches from my face, I stopped pulling away and let her grab the the glass.

I didn't let it go. Amusement melted into playful disbelief, her eyes giving me an Oh really glare. She was close enough that I was able to whisper, “Bathroom. Five minutes.” Then I released the glass without so much as a cracked grin. My cock swelled at the sight of the spike in her breathing, it made her tits heave. I knew she'd heard me.

Tash slipped away, doing the best she could to conceal a mischievous smile from the other bikers.

“All in,” Wrex loudly declared, tossing his remaining few twenties onto the pot in the middle of the table. The pot, which was the collective bets of each player this round of the game, was the biggest yet, coming in at just over five hundred.

Two other members folded. Whatever play Wrex had was too rich for their blood, they couldn't meet his bet without bankrupting themselves. Me and Jerry hung in there, ponying up enough money to play it through.