His Bloody Smile | ✓

04 - slots

"now don't you ask yourself who they are"

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"Sabrina?" Andrew asked, "Are you ready?" I cursed under my breath.

"Give me a moment!" I replied to the door, making sure he heard me. I was preparing to visit The Wynn, and to say I was not anxious was an absolute lie.

After paying a visit to Elias earlier today, Andrew and I had gone our separate ways for a couple of hours since he had to run some errands. Of course, his duties included having a meeting with his crew and checking that the casino had the money he was expecting.

I gave myself a quick glance in the mirror before opening the door to greet Andrew. I had slipped on a black bodycon cocktail dress that was not too modest nor too revealing. It showcased a square neckline, no sleeves, and thick straps that made it look quite elegant.

I loved how it hugged my body and helped me hide the gun in my thigh holster effectively. The black stiletto heels that adorned my feet brought the sophisticated outfit together and made it look perfect for a casino.

I decided to not take a purse with me since I was not going to be carrying anything. I checked the weapon was correctly hidden twice before walking out of the room and joining Andrew in the hall.

He was, as usual, leaning against a nearby wall looking down at his phone. When he heard the door closing, he lifted his gaze, and I noticed his eyes widening.

"Damn," he said, smirking, "And who the hell are you?" He slipped his phone into his back pocket and stepped towards me, his eyes travelling over the length of my body.

"My eyes are higher than that, you know?" I noted, containing the urge to roll my eyes.

"I'm aware of that, yes," Andrew replied, running a hand through his dark hair, "I was just admiring the view." He winked at me, and I smiled in return. Why was he so honest?

"I am ready," I declared, "And I have the clip you gave me." The golden barrette in my hair had a camera encrusted into it that could easily pass by as a small crystal.

"Perfect," he said before digging into another pocket, "Here, put this on." He handed me a small earpiece which I immediately implanted in my ear. "You have the gun I gave you, right?"

"Of course," I nodded and patted my right leg, "I carry it everywhere." Andrew suddenly coughed loudly.

"I'm sorry," he looked at me, "Where do you have it?"

"In a thigh holster?" I answered, confused.

"Yeah, I figured," he looked taken aback, "I just never thought I would live to see the day where you dressed like this." He swiftly changed the subject.

"Here we go again," I sighed frustratedly, "I am leaving." I turned my back to him and began walking down the hallway. Andrew laughed and called my name as he caught up with me.

We were soon inside the car; Andrew was driving as he gave me the instructions I needed to follow and the basic rules he had for every employee who entered the scene. I already knew these by listening to him lecture them infinite times, so I focused on the instructions instead.

My job was not intricate: I had to go in, check out the casino and the number of guards in it, and afterwards do the check-in to the room Andrew had reserved. I needed to keep my eye on the most used slot machines, how much money was inside them, and the bids that took place on the tables.

We pulled up to the grand entrance of The Wynn, making my stomach twist in every single direction. I closed my eyes for a brief moment and breathed deeply several times. I could do this. I felt a cold hand on the warm skin of my bare leg, and I automatically snapped my head towards Andrew.