Spin-off || Skin Shedding || [Lemon] || One Piece Fanfiction

Crocodile✖️

Even though, Akari is an important person in Crocodile's life... there are a few who have been important to him too... maybe not longer than a day, but still. They were.

❗️Warning: The sex scene can become a bit violent!❗️

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Sometimes I ask myself why I do this... Is it to gamble on the boundaries of life or the money that lures me in each time?

With a confident smile she walked inside the casino, her arm being linked with man she had only met minutes ago. The sound of cards being shuffled and divided, chips being set on tables and a small ball rolling on a rotating chart.

Why do people enjoy the same games over and over again? Is it the fear for losing or the thirst of winning?

Red lights, due the same symbols in one row, shining through the large building. Cheers of happiness and groans of frustration. She enjoyed this place. So many emotions being controlled by one thing: Money. Without it you are dead in this country.

The woman looked up to the unknown man with her green colored eyes, already being paid for fifty percent of the night. She was an escort because other jobs got boring, wanting some excitement in her life. She desired to be the one in control and it came true, even if the men thought otherwise. Yes, she was the one being paid, but did not mean she had to obey.

Rain Dinners was one of those places where her control could be used.

Her eyes went to the large man next to her, already smelling his sweat as he was tired of walking. He pointed to a poker table, before dragging her with him. She bit on the inside of her cheek, trying to withhold the cursing as he hurt her unknowingly.

She actually wanted to ran away, she wanted to hit the man... but she had to earn money. Eventually they reach a table, where only one chair was free. The man casually sat on it, like she wasn't allowed to play.

He asked her to get whiskey, waving her off like a waiter. A slight smile came on her face, sensing an opportunity of control and she was going to take it without doubt. The woman straightened her red dress, before bowing. I hope you lose all your money, prick.

"Of course, darling." She shivered by those words, hating it with whole her heart. Not because she had to 'obey', but due the broad and hungry smile he was giving her. His eyes traveling over her body as she thought back about the deal: She got paid for escorting if she called him darling at all times.

She walked towards the bar, noticing the gloomy aura around the people. All hungry for power. "Two whiskey, please." The woman ordered as she tucked some lost strands of brown hair behind her ear. A nod was given to her by the girl behind the counter.

"Please! No, give me one more chance! I-I just need some money!" Lost voices were being thrown through the play hall, a man probably having lost all his money. The game had ended for him. The game of surviving.

One of her hands went to her bra as her fingers traced a small object. A bottle with clear fluid inside, almost looking like water. "They still didn't notice?" The girl questioned scoffingly, while shaking her head, causing blond locks to move in the air.

The blonde put the ordered drinks on the bar, watching the older woman pour some of the bottle into one of the drinks. The two kinds of liquids mixing with each other as she only added a few drops.