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I followed behind Angel as we went to the casino. Two of his men were behind me while one was before us leading the way.

Angel looked very calm like always, I wondered If he could feel how tensed I was behind him. It wasn’t the first time I acted as a bitch for a client at the casino but this time was different. There were drug lords inside and the most difficult part of it all was that I was Angel’s whore and I had feelings for him.

We were ushered into the Casino as the door paved away and I almost felt light headed walking in. It was another world of its own.

There was a rectangular table at the middle and around it were sitted men whose aura spoke of dominance and danger. The smell of smoke enveloped the place and I held my mouth tight to supress the cough that threatened to come out.

Guards sorrounded the place, guards for each different drug lord. Women were not in scarcity either and they were incredible hot and in a single glance you’d know they were a special level of the VIP strippers. Ones I didn’t get to see on the first night of my performance at the VIP vault.

“Don Angelo!” A fat bellied man called, his hands spread apart with a cigratte stuffed in between his fingers. “Don’t you think it’s rude to arrive late at a game you are hosting?” He said, an ugly grin stretching his lips.

“If you say so Antonio.” Angel said taking his seat at the very middle while I stood behind him. “I guess I owe an apology.” I could hear the mockery in Angel’s voice. He stretched his hands behind him and one of the guards placed a lighter in his hand which he lit his cigratte with. “Martin….” Angel called tilting his head slightly to the side. The same guard came forward and bowed his head turning all eyes on him.

“I believe what my boss is trying to say is that you will excuse him for being unapologetically late.” He said and took some steps backward. I gasped at the response and my eyes trailed down to Angel who I could see was smiling while looking at Antonio. I followed his gaze to settle on the man and he had a scowl wrinkling his face, then a forced smile tugged his lips as he relaxed back on his chair.

A silent laughter left his throat just immediately and I could feel my heartbeat pick up the pace. They better not have a fall out, I couldn’t handle some dangerous men fighting at this game. I still needed my life cause it would be bloody if a fight eventually broke out. I made a silent prayer in my mind asking the Lord to keep the peace for my mother’s sake at least. She wouldn’t be able to live without me.

Antonio rubbee his beards that were braided into two locks as he stared at Angel. “You are still rude.” His voice came out hoarsed and I could tell he was trying to keep in his annoyance.Property belongs to Nôvel(D)r/ama.Org.

“Can we now begin now that it is clear?” Angel was Nonchalant yet intentional about getting on Antonio’s nerves.

“Is she your whore?” He asked tilting his head towards my direction.

“Keep her out of your mouth.” Angel Warned and he backed out splaying his hands in the air in surrender. At first my heart leaped in fear when Antonia paid attention to me but hearing Angel warn him made me feel he had everything under his control. It was his vault after all.

The ladies were hovering around their Masters and massaging their backs, body touch and every other physical job they demanded. My eyes quickly scanned the row of seats for what each slut was doing, I caught sight of a blonde hair bobbing up and down. The twitch on the half balded man’e face showed he was in the middle of a blow job. My belly churned at the sight. He was going to lose all his money before the game even started with that kind of distraction.

The blonde girl raised her head, her rounded lips gasping for air but the frown on the man’s face told her what to do. She went back to sucking his dick while everyone else ignored them and soon her head was back up still gasping for air.

“Suck it you damn slut!” He yelled and pushed her head back. A prolonged hiss of pain soon stole everyone’s attention. “Fucking bitch!” The man yanked her hair then a slap echoed over the room as she fell to the floor sobbing. “How dare you?” He stood up from his chair dragging her by the hair while everyone stared briefly before going back to what they were doing. I guess they were used to this sort of violence.

“Alex please….” She pleaded as he threw her further into the room. My heart bleed for her and no one would do anything to save her.

“Miguel!” He called one of his men.

“Yes boss.” A tall caremel skinned man answered.

“Fuck this bitch so everyone can see.” My eyes widened and the room echoed with laughter and cheers. These bastards loved it. The guard pulled her towards the wall making her to kneel before him. He unbuckled his belt and I couldn’t take any more of it so I looked down on Angel’s shoulder. I found myself glaring. He was going to allow such vile act. They were all the same!

The guard pulled down his pants, deaf to the girls plea. He yanked her head backwards and was about pushing his rod into her when Angel’s voice roared.

“Enough!”

The place fell silent and the man stopped, his eyes on his boss waiting for a counter order. Some men murmured their displeasure while some others didn’t give a care in the world.

“You always have to spoil the fun.” Alex muttered falling back on his chair. ” That’s enough Miguel. We don’t want Angel blowing off our skulls at his vault.” He said teasingly making laughter echo over the room. The guard nodded and pushed his pants up and I sighed in relieve, I couldn’t imagine going through something like that at least not in front of these men.

One of the strippers cued the game to begin and soon the men where in their game mode. It started off with a cool air but when the game proceeded I could feel the tension growing.

I could see the girls doing what they could to ease their Masters tension. Those who were winning enjoyed kisses here and there and sinful touches into their pants. While those who were losing would get angry at even the slightest touch from their whores.

I was glad Angel wasn’t demanding my attention either, even though I didn’t know much about the game, I knew he was in the winning end. I was no different from the guards and I felt embarrassed about it but then how do I even start. A single touch and I wouldn’t be myself.

“Get your hands offc me slut!” One of the men yelled pushing his whore away. As the game progressed more men lost yet Angel was still in the game and he was the calmest amongst them.

Another yell echoed as one of the drug lords banged his chair losing out. He dragged his whore by her hand out of the casino probably to release his anger into her pussy. How I wished Angel was the one about to do that to me. I snapped out of my thoughts as another cried in defeat. This was getting tougher and even I was begining to sweat.

After a very tough play, the game came to an end leaving Angel at the loosing end. He lost to a man named Cole by a slim chance. Nevertheless, I admired his intelligence while playing. It soon dawned on me that I was here for nothing and I felt hurt in my heart. Angel didn’t need me.

While Angel and Cole were exchanging greetings at the end of the game. The sound of intrusion stole everyone’s attention. Some men were coming in and my heart sank into my belly the moment I saw Sparrow and his men clad in all black attires step into the room. His one padded eye scanned the room till it fell on me and I froze.