Escape:Target D916 Book 2 |✓|

Chapter 3

Draven stood with folded arms as he watched the stripper, Maureen, get into the Uber he called for her. “Bye Draven!” She yelled out the window with a wave, and he nodded with a smirk.

Suddenly, he didn't think a vacation was a misjudgment after all, but still, he needed things to do and laying with strippers every day wasn't the best idea, but a good one.

He didn't have any male friends to give him advice and his boss had turned ghost, his phone off. Draven knew it was because of him.

He remembered something Maureen had told him when he asked of her hobbies. Occasionally, I gamble, but you can't win money without spending money. I'd rather not risk it.

Gamble, he thought. She didn't have money to risk, but he did. A casino would have been a perfect way to spare time and maybe lose money he could gain back another day. Perhaps, he would even win some more.

He grabbed his leather jacket, hoisting two automatics inside. Everywhere he went was dangerous, safer than sorry. Then again, without weapons, he was still safe. He turned his alarm off next to his nightstand, certain he wouldn't be home by the normal time. He even thought it didn't matter, but the further he thought about going off schedule, the more he found himself opposing to it. It were something he couldn't see himself doing on the daily. Consistency was important.

He gazed outside and saw his Porsche once more. Beautiful, clean and glamorously silver. The Porsche though were bait to attention, and so he chose the motorcycle instead. He wasn't one to drive a motorcycle, but it didn't mean he didn't like it, more that he didn't know how. He had a manual programmed in his head, how hard could it be?

It actually weren't harm, but on multiple accounts did  feel as if his ears were popping as he zipped through the wind and cars. Did he mention red lights didn't apply to him? Nor did the speed limit. If he were in his Porsche, of course it would — now? Not so much.

He secured his motorcycle with a security code. Placed in wrong, the motorcycle would blow up, killing the man who attempted to steal his bike, and there were also an invisible perimeter detector surrounding it. If anyone attempted to sabotage his motorcycle, they would also die. Precaution was a luxurious thing. He had been a rich man.

As he took his first steps inside the Casino, he immediately grinned. It had seemed like his place of fun. It didn't have the atmosphere of danger, but money was third to his list of favorites.

Killing, sex and then money. The lights had been very bright and there had been crowded noises going around. Sounds of dice smacking the table, cheering of victory, awes of failure and disappointment.

It was only then, when the number of the dice appeared before his eyes, did he realize he were analyzing the games. If he did that, he would have won every one. He would have won regardless if he didn't know how to play. He preferred not to cheat.

He huffed, pulling out his phone, hoping his boss would answer this time. To his luck he had.
“This better be good, soldier” His boss grumbled and Draven had known he distributed his sleep, and yet, he couldn't find himself to feel guilty.

“Depends on your definition of good, but if we are going basis off the dictionary—”

“ D916” His boss halted his speaking, a warning, but Draven hadn't heeded to the warning. His boss held no threat to him, he knew that much.

“ I ask for my mechanics to be put to sleep. For once, I want to enjoy the careless, simple activities of being an average human” He requested and heard the squeezing of the mattress indicating the boss's change in position, certain he had been sitting up.