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"Why not tell you herself?"
"I am Everleigh. Everleigh Harper."
"Harper. You’re a local?"
"I am."
"Well you, my friend, found a flower among the locals,” he claps Enzo on the shoulder, like the man won the lottery.
"And I take pride in that." Enzo’s statement leads them to laugh. Carl leads the way and we both follow. So far so good.
Carl leads us to a table in the back near the bar, where we join seemingly rich men and women in their mid-fifties. Okay, I don’t join. I stand behind Enzo, knowing my place. I do look like a slut, though. All these women are here, dressed in cocktail dresses and evening gowns. I look like I belong in a lingerie shop. Enzo does take pity on me and asks for a stool to sit on. I won’t be allowed to play.
At least no one pays any attention to me and I’m grateful for that.
The night progresses smoothly and Enzo takes a break so we may eat. Then he goes back to playing poker. Poker and chess are Enzo’s favorite games. At least he doesn’t lose money playing chess. I do cheer a little when he wins a hand. Winning means he’ll be in a good mood when we leave and he’ll treat me like a person and not a toy. I’m the only victim of his wrath when he’s angry at someone, even if I didn’t do anything. That’s why I celebrate every hand he wins, like the supportive partner I should be.
Several more hours go by and a couple of those men in vests with Hades Inferno logo come in the casino. I watch people stare at them, like they’re out of place. They kind of are, dressed like they are. One of the men looks around and when he spots Enzo, he and his companions find a booth nearby to lounge in, ordering what looks like beers.
I can't believe we are being escorted out of here.
The main biker looks composed and serious, I’m guessing he’s their leader. I can’t believe Enzo asked them to escort us. There's no way such people have leaders. No one is capable of managing a group of seemingly angry and scary people. But then I look at Enzo, he’s all of that and he has hundreds of people working for him.
The biker keeps looking at his phone, I’m guessing checking the time. I am tempted to tell Enzo he is at the casino but I can't speak unless spoken to.
He certainly knows what he is doing.
My attention is drawn back to the ongoing poker game by a hand on my breast and face on my neck.
"You can look but don't touch, Jason. Only I am allowed to touch," Enzo says looking at the man seated directly opposite him.
I try to move back, hoping Enzo will understand my gesture and stop but it just spurs him on. He kisses my breast and rubs his hand on my thigh, further lifting the light, short dress I have on. I nervously laugh, shyly looking at everyone at the table and around the casino.
"This is all mine," he stresses in a slightly raised voice, standing me up, and leaning me over the poker table, he smacks my ass hard.
"Okay, Enzo. Understood," Jason says softly, as Enzo returns me to my seat.
"Good. Let's continue with our exciting game."
I wrap my arms around me, not because I’m cold, but because I feel exposed. I don’t know how much more I can take. I shift my attention to the game. I don’t understand poker and find it boring, I only cheer when Enzo does.
It's 10:43 p.m. when Gerald, Enzo's bodyguard whispers something to Enzo.
"This has been fun but it is now time for us to go," Enzo says five minutes later. I unnoticeably sigh in relief as the whole night has become overwhelming.
The biker is not seated when I look around. He probably is the reason we have to leave so soon, not that I’m complaining. For the first time that night, I am glad the bikers joined us.
We head out five minutes later. It feels like everyone's eyes are on my ass but really, no one is looking. The bikers are already outside all seated on their bikes. Finally getting some fresh air in my lungs makes me feel relaxed, like I am no longer being suffocated.
"Don't you just love this? The people, the environment, and the fun?" he asks as we wait for the valet to bring the limousine.
I can't help but notice some of the bikers looking at me. Some lustfully, some pitifully, and others in disgust. I wish I could let them know that this is not the person I want to be, but I have to be. Living in the shadows of my own being. My body is covered in goosebumps. I rub my upper arms, hands crossed on my chest still, but it doesn't help. I can't wait to get back to my room.
"How did you like it in there?" he asks as we settle in the car.
All I did was watch you do what you love doing and never get tired of. I loathed every second I was in there, every moment you made me feel worthless and embarrassed me in front of your so-called friends. I wished you and all your friends would choke and die once and for all.
"It was great. I loved it." It is warmer inside the car, nothing like the inside of the casino or the open entrance area.
