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the end the time this evening is over…”
“Excuse us.”
Lucy digs her heels into the floor and slides out of my grasp. “Mr. Zappia, if you don’t mind, I’d like a minute of your time—”
I slide in front of her to meet her eyes, firing a hard look at her. “I’m sure Mr. Zappia doesn’t need—”
“Let the young lady speak, Hart,” he interrupts me and gestures to Enzo. “Don’t just stand there. Pull up a chair for the girl.”
I furrow my brow at her smiling face. She doesn’t even waver as she stares up at me. I don’t know whether to kiss her or slap some sense into her.
“Thank you so much, Mr. Zappia,” she says. “I’ll only be a minute.”
Enzo sets a chair down on the outside of the table and Lucy lowers herself into it. I stay behind her with my hand on the back of her neck — just in case I have to snap it.
“Now…” Zappia curls his wrinkled lips. “What can I do for you, young lady?”
She grins. “I just wanted to meet the man that’s been taking advantage of my father for the last ten years.”
Goddammit, Lucy.
I dig my fingertips into her skin. She doesn’t even flinch but Zappia sure does.
“I beg your pardon?” he asks from the corner of his mouth.
Marty shifts awkwardly in his chair. His shocked eyes bounce from his father’s face to hers and back again with nervous apprehension. Of all the things he’s witnessed since diapers, I imagine watching his old man gun down a pretty girl in a crowded restaurant might be something new. He glances at his watch. There’s fresh tension in the air and every person within earshot of the table falls deathly silent.
“My father is Terrance Vaughn, sir,” Lucy continues, crossing her legs and folding her hands in her lap. “He’s been gambling in your casino since I was a child.”
“Vaughn…” he murmurs, scratching his bearded chin. “The dancer man?”
“Yes.” She keeps her eyes straight forward, ignoring the titter falling off Marty’s lips.
“Ah.” He looks her up and down with his own smirk. “You somehow feel I am responsible for his addiction, yes?”
“No, sir. My father is responsible for his own actions,” she answers. “However, I do feel a man of your intelligence should know better than to enable people like him who clearly need to seek help.”
“People like him are how I stay in business, young lady.”
“Then you do admit to taking advantage of him.”
“I never denied it,” he says. His amused eyes bounce up to me for a brief second. “And besides — the last I checked, your father’s debt had been paid-in-full.”
“Yes. By me,” she says, lying through her teeth. “And I would appreciate it if the next time my father wanders into your casino, you have the decency to throw him back out.”
Zappia chuckles for longer than necessary. “I’m not in the business of turning away paying customers, my dear. Especially not ones as eager to lose their money as your father is…”
Lucy leans forward an inch but I guide her back with my firm grip on her neck. “It’s disappointing to hear you say that, sir. I somehow expected a man of your status and means to be less of a coward.”
I dig my nails in. “Lucy…”
“Young lady…” he says with seething eyes. “I believe I’ve entertained you long enough.”
I grasp her arm to pull her out of the chair, eying the men around us all too willing to do the same. “I apologize, sir,” I tell him. “I’ll see to it that she never addresses you again.”
“I’ll gamble for him myself.” Her voice makes everyone pause. “I’ll take on your best poker player. If I win, you bar my father for life. If I lose, you can continue bleeding every last dime he has.”
Zappia rubs his silver beard as the amusement returns to his eyes. “Well, now…”
Marty leans forward in his seat. “I’d be happy to take on her challenge.” His eyes linger far too long on her breasts and I fight the urge to pluck them out of his
“Excuse us.”
Lucy digs her heels into the floor and slides out of my grasp. “Mr. Zappia, if you don’t mind, I’d like a minute of your time—”
I slide in front of her to meet her eyes, firing a hard look at her. “I’m sure Mr. Zappia doesn’t need—”
“Let the young lady speak, Hart,” he interrupts me and gestures to Enzo. “Don’t just stand there. Pull up a chair for the girl.”
I furrow my brow at her smiling face. She doesn’t even waver as she stares up at me. I don’t know whether to kiss her or slap some sense into her.
“Thank you so much, Mr. Zappia,” she says. “I’ll only be a minute.”
Enzo sets a chair down on the outside of the table and Lucy lowers herself into it. I stay behind her with my hand on the back of her neck — just in case I have to snap it.
“Now…” Zappia curls his wrinkled lips. “What can I do for you, young lady?”
She grins. “I just wanted to meet the man that’s been taking advantage of my father for the last ten years.”
Goddammit, Lucy.
I dig my fingertips into her skin. She doesn’t even flinch but Zappia sure does.
“I beg your pardon?” he asks from the corner of his mouth.
Marty shifts awkwardly in his chair. His shocked eyes bounce from his father’s face to hers and back again with nervous apprehension. Of all the things he’s witnessed since diapers, I imagine watching his old man gun down a pretty girl in a crowded restaurant might be something new. He glances at his watch. There’s fresh tension in the air and every person within earshot of the table falls deathly silent.
“My father is Terrance Vaughn, sir,” Lucy continues, crossing her legs and folding her hands in her lap. “He’s been gambling in your casino since I was a child.”
“Vaughn…” he murmurs, scratching his bearded chin. “The dancer man?”
“Yes.” She keeps her eyes straight forward, ignoring the titter falling off Marty’s lips.
“Ah.” He looks her up and down with his own smirk. “You somehow feel I am responsible for his addiction, yes?”
“No, sir. My father is responsible for his own actions,” she answers. “However, I do feel a man of your intelligence should know better than to enable people like him who clearly need to seek help.”
“People like him are how I stay in business, young lady.”
“Then you do admit to taking advantage of him.”
“I never denied it,” he says. His amused eyes bounce up to me for a brief second. “And besides — the last I checked, your father’s debt had been paid-in-full.”
“Yes. By me,” she says, lying through her teeth. “And I would appreciate it if the next time my father wanders into your casino, you have the decency to throw him back out.”
Zappia chuckles for longer than necessary. “I’m not in the business of turning away paying customers, my dear. Especially not ones as eager to lose their money as your father is…”
Lucy leans forward an inch but I guide her back with my firm grip on her neck. “It’s disappointing to hear you say that, sir. I somehow expected a man of your status and means to be less of a coward.”
I dig my nails in. “Lucy…”
“Young lady…” he says with seething eyes. “I believe I’ve entertained you long enough.”
I grasp her arm to pull her out of the chair, eying the men around us all too willing to do the same. “I apologize, sir,” I tell him. “I’ll see to it that she never addresses you again.”
“I’ll gamble for him myself.” Her voice makes everyone pause. “I’ll take on your best poker player. If I win, you bar my father for life. If I lose, you can continue bleeding every last dime he has.”
Zappia rubs his silver beard as the amusement returns to his eyes. “Well, now…”
Marty leans forward in his seat. “I’d be happy to take on her challenge.” His eyes linger far too long on her breasts and I fight the urge to pluck them out of his
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