Nyla (Urban)

Nyla 22

Nyla

The man kept looking up at me from his poker chips, a flirty smile displayed across his lips.

He had to be in his mid to late thirties, Caucasian, definitely wealthy, definitely recently divorced. I knew this because of the fresh tan line that ran around his ring finger.

I gave him a sly smile in return, gazing up at him from under my long lashes. I decided to opt out of the game, pushing past all of the other gamblers and making my way across the floor to the bar. I could feel the man's eyes following me, and I purposefully sashayed to my destination. I had barely sat down before I saw someone take the seat next to me out of my peripheral.

"A martini for the lady." It was the man from the poker game.

I glanced at the bartender amusedly, "Actually, the 'lady' would like a Stoli-cranberry with a twist please."

The man raised his eyes in amazement before ordering a Bourbon. "You know your liquor sweetheart?"

"It's Nyla." I watched carefully as he pulled his wallet out of the inside of his blazer and passed the bartender a fifty dollar bill. Definitely wealthy.

Before he could tuck it back in, I placed my hand on top of his, running my thumb across it gingerly. "You didn't assume I was uneducated in my liquor because I'm a female did you?"

His hand left the wallet, which was on the counter, to curl around mines. "Of course not. I'm Gerald."

I took a sip of my drink, licking my lips clear of any droplets. He seemed mesmerized by this and smiled at me. "Never have I ever seen such a beautiful intelligent chocolate drop such as yourself. I was just on my way back home. I live in Bel-air..."

I was just finishing mentally rolling my eyes when someone slid into the stool a couple seats behind Gerald.

Malakai.

He was right on time and my heart sped up in response. The fact that he still evoked these feelings in me made me want to start cheesing. I kept up a poker face though. He was wearing a black leather jacket with a plain white t-shirt underneath, denim Levi's and black combat boots.

He grinned at me from his stubbly face and nodded towards the Gerald, mimicking a gun to his head. I tried to hold back my laughter and failed miserably.

Gerald furrowed his brow, "what did I say?"

I shook my head and leaned in to whisper in his ear, "let's get out of here."

In the process I had swiped his wallet off of the bar and Malakai was already out of his seat, walking past us and stealthily taking it from my hands. I watched him disappear out of the exit and let Gerald grab my hand, leading me outside.

"My car's just over there princess." I was just trying to figure out a way to escape when I was pulled from Gerald's side and into the alleyway of the casino.

A set of full lips crashed into mines and I broke the kiss to laugh. Malakai smirked at me and picked me up, slamming my body against the concrete building.

"I was gonna fuck him up for putting his hands on you, baby girl." Malakai's gruff voice grazed my ear.

"And risk blowing our cover? You too much of a good boy."

Here in the city of Los Angeles, it was all too easy to steal from the rich. On the weekends Malakai and I would visit different casinos and steal all sorts of possessions. This was only one way we had been supporting ourselves for over a year now. Tonight we had swiped seven wallets in total.