The Casino Billionaire

Chapter 7

We spend our lunch quietly. I cannot help but wonder how to confront four large men with only Jason at my side. Yes, he is filthy rich. Yes, he runs the casino they work at. Yes, he is powerful but, he cannot protect me or himself if these men decide to hulk out on us because of all the steroids in their systems. I notice Jason watching me closely, "What?" Giving him a half-smile. This man is so damn sexy. It has been so long since I have been attracted to well, anyone. Of course, it is a man that I can never have, He is to high class for a girl like me.

"You have been very deep in thought. Haven't said a word, the faces you have been making though." He shakes his head as this cheesy grin crosses his lips that makes my want to climb across the table and attack him. 

Stop thinking that way, he is only doing this to fix the problem so he can keep making millions of dollars, flying on private jets, riding in limos, vacationing in exotic places, oh how I want to be in that world. "Just running through scenarios in my mind on how very wrong this all could go. I mean if they have been doing this behind your back for years, how are they going to take it when you call them out on it and destroy their little game? This is how they feel powerful. They use your wealth and name to do whatever they want without consequence. The two of us up against them. The odds do not look good to me." I sigh, looking at my lap, fixing my napkin,

"Jennifer," He bends down making me look up to his face, "Everything that happens in that room will be videotaped. There is a button underneath my desk that goes straight to the police. IF you think things are going to start going south you hit it immediately. They will come without haste. The four of them will be subdued before they could ever reach you. Just remember, when we walk in, you go and sit behind my desk and stay behind it. I have my own protection if need be." Jason seems so confident. I am still, however, completely terrified.

"I don't want you putting yourself in harms way either Jason." There is no need for him to get hurt if it isn't needed.

"They all know it would be the biggest mistake of their lives to lay a hand on me." He smiles, leans back in his chair tossing his napkin upon his plate.

That doesn't make me feel any better about this whole situation. I will take his word for it. Not quite sure if he is someone I can trust yet, though he really hasn't given me a reason not to."Alright, I guess we better go do this. These men need to feel my anger. So need to take it out on someone. I hear Shawna's cries of pain in my sleep. I see her bloody bruised face in my dreams, I feel her anguish as I lay in bed listening for her to breathe, making sure that she is alright."

"You really love that girl don't you?" He looks at me with question, like he has never felt love before and that makes me sad.

"She is my best friend, my rock, my confidant, the only person I've ever trusted with my life and now she is trusting me with hers and I will not let her down." I don't know how to make him understand the love you have for a really wonderful friend, "Don't you have anyone like that in your life?"

"When you have as much money as I do, it is hard to know who is a true friend and who is not. I won't let anyone get close enough to find out. It could destroy everything I have worked so hard to build." His voice is hard, unforgiving.

"That must be really lonely." It is hard not to feel sorry for him. I put my hand out and take the one he has laying on the table. He looks away from me as if he doesn't want to feel it. Like if he lets me in then I will break the rough exterior and he will lose his edge, "It is alright to feel, Jason. You can still be the fierce casino mogul and have someone in your life that you trust, that you can talk to, that you can love."

He takes his hand from mine laying it on his lap under the table, "That creates weakness and the competition prey on the weak."

Wow. What happened to this man that he has built this wall so high that no one can break it down? Jason pays the check and we leave the restaurant. His limo pulls up, the usual driver jumps out and opens the door for us to get in. He at least semi-trusts someone. It is always the same driver. You cannot tell me that the driver hasn't seen a thing or two in the time he has taken Jason from place to place.

The closer we get to the casino, the more butterflies flutter in my stomach. I am so frigging nervous. I see my car still parked where I left it yesterday. It seems no one has messed with it. Jason promised that it would be safe there and so far he has kept his word to me. Now when we get into that room will he throw me to the dogs or will he defend me? s**t! That never crossed my mind before. This whole good guy thing could be a ruse to keep what happened to Shawna under wraps. I could be walking into my own demise. How do I know that when Doc Tom goes back to my apartment at three he just doesn't put something in Shawna's IV that makes her sleep forever? I won't be in the way to stop him. I'll be here with four gigantic thugs and the man that rules them. Oh my God, I think I may vomit! 

My breathing starts to accelerate to the point of hyperventilating. Jason comes to my side quickly, "What is it? What's wrong Jennifer?" He seems genuinely concerned but how would I know? I am just a naive girl that walked my way right into a trap.

"I. Can't. Breathe." I get out between gasps. Lowering my head down, grasping my knees, trying desperately to catch my breath.

"What can I do to help?" He is freaking out a bit now.

"Take this bag, Miss Jennifer, and take deep breaths in and out, please." I hear the driver's voice for the first time ever. He hands me a brown paper bag. Who has one of these just lying around? I guess if he is up there drinking tall boys he would have a collection in the glove box maybe?

My mind wandering about the brown paper bag helped me get it off of the fact that I couldn't breathe. I cannot say anything to Jason about how I feel I am walking into a trap. He did tell me about the button under his desk if that was the truth. I guess I will be finding out really soon. CAn't see why the police wouldn't come if the alarm was triggered. Jason did pay for all the renovations and new uniforms a few years back and has been making an annual donation to get the officers a nice Christmas bonus every year. Plus he does donate gift cards each year for the officers to give out to needy families with children so they can buy them presents. Jeez, he makes himself out to sound like such a great guy. Am I about to see this great guy's very dark side?