Drake put in another two grand and when it came to my turn, all eyes were on me. Grinning from ear to ear, I pulled out five thousand more dollars and threw it in the pot. Aylee’s eyes went wide and her lips flattened to a thin line. She wasn’t happy, but I had a plan.
“Damn, son, you came to play,” Drake noted, throwing in his five grand, followed by Mark and Chazz. The chance of getting a straight was slim, but my plan was working. I knew they would give it all for a night with her. The dealer laid down the last card and to my surprise it was a ten of diamonds; I had my straight. “All in,” Drake exclaimed, tossing a wad of money into the pot.
“How much is that?” I asked.
He smiled wide. “Twenty grand. I’m sure your little morsel is worth that and much more.”
That she was, but I had no choice. Releasing a heavy sigh, I looked over at her and pushed my cards away. Chazz almost choked on the contents in his glass. “Are you seriously folding?”
I nodded once and sat back, folding my arms over my chest. Mark folded as well and pushed his cards to the side. Chazz, on the other hand, was happy to toss his money in. They flipped their cards over and it was no mistaking who the winner was. Drake had a full house and Chazz had a three of a kind.
“What the fuck,” Chazz growled.
Drake stood and pushed the money toward Aylee. “Here you go, beautiful. I hope this satisfies you.”
Batting her eyelashes, she glanced up at him. “Not as much as you will. I’m sure of it.”
He bit his lip and devoured her body with his eyes. Looking down at his watch, he grabbed his empty glass. “I do believe it’s time to call it quits for the night, gentlemen. If you wouldn’t mind seeing yourselves out, Miss McFadden and I are going to excuse ourselves.”
Aylee stood and winked quickly before grabbing her purse and leaving the room with him. If anything happened to her, I was never going to forgive myself.
“You have a beautiful home,” I told Drake. The paintings on the hallway walls were absolutely breathtaking, no doubt the taste of his wife or an interior designer. It made me wonder where his wife was this evening.
“Thank you. The years have been good to me,” he replied with pride. He was actually a good looking man with his coiffed brown hair and hazel eyes, dressed in his expensive suits. On the inside was where he was a disgusting rat bastard.
I turned my head, rolling my eyes. “I see that.” At least my purse was ten pounds heavier—compensation for risking my life. “Where are you taking me?” I followed him up the steps to another hallway, where he opened one of the doors and ushered me inside.
“My bedroom, beautiful. You must keep Avery a happy man for him to keep you around for as long as he has.”
“We work well together, Mr. Blackwell. I can’t say I’ve had that chemistry with any other man.” I walked into the room and as soon as he shut the door behind me, I reached into my purse and pulled out one of the tiny syringes. “I would love to have a glass of wine,” I said sweetly.
Drake loosened his tie and tossed it onto the floor. “Any preference?”
“A Riesling would be great if you have it.”
He winked. “Coming right up. Don’t go anywhere.” As soon as he left, I walked around the room. It was obviously the bedroom he shared with his wife. There were pictures of her and him everywhere, including their son who was the same age as me. Grabbing my phone, I sent Jason a quick text.
Me: I’m fine. About to slip him the meds.
Jason: Be careful. I’ll be close.
I put my phone away and waited for about twenty minutes before Drake entered the room. He sure took his precious time. “You were in luck, I had one bottle left. Not many of my guests prefer the Riesling.” He set the glasses down and opened the wine.
“What can I say? It’s been my favorite for years. Has everyone left?”
“Yep, and now we’re locked in tight for the evening.”
“Do you have security guards like Mr. Randall?”