LRAB Chapter 16: Attack on the Rose Royce
Chapter 16: Attack on the Rose Royce
As the game went on, Blake and Rose continued to win each round.
What set Rose apart was her ability to make Blake shine. Every strategic move, every successful play, she credited to him. It was as if he were the virtuoso, and she, the silent conductor guiding his brilliance.
Rose's nods of approval, subtle touches on Blake's hand, and the occasional whispered suggestion all played into this artful charade.
The men at the table, initially perplexed by Rose's quiet dominance, began to underestimate her influence. They failed to recognize the invisible threads she wove, manipulating the outcome in their favor.
The more Rose directed the game, the more Blake's prowess stood out. It was a delicate dance of control, where Rose held the strings but allowed Blake to bask in the spotlight.
Even when they won, Rose didn't gloat. Instead, she gracefully acknowledged Blake's skill, letting him revel in the accolades. Her gestures were calculated, creating an illusion of Blake's individual brilliance while she remained the silent force behind their success.
Whispers went on around the table about the new duo.
The guy in green Shirt leaned back to talk to his partner, he whispered; "This guy is unbelievable. How does he keep winning?"
"And the lady? She's like a silent storm" his friend, red Hat guy said with a grumble.
Green Shirt guy then muttered to Red Hat guy, " I don't get it. We used to run this table!!"
Red Hat guy l whispered back "Look at her. She's got some kind of hold on him,"
Just then, another round had been won by Blake and Rose. The frowns on the faces of the men mirrored their annoyance at the sudden turn the game had taken.
Rose with a sly smile said; "Luck favors the bold,"
As the tension thickened, Rose's whispers continued, and Blake's success at the table became even more apparent. The other players exchanged puzzled glances, grappling with the mystery of this unexpected duo.
The two friends, one in a green shirt and another in a red hat, had been dominating the blackjack table before the arrival of Blake and Rose. Their popularity dwindled as the newcomers consistently outplayed them.
Green Shirt whispering to red hat guy said " This is ridiculous. We used to own this table,"
Grimacing, the red heart guy whispered back " Yeah, who are these two?"
Rose, seemingly impervious to their murmurs, continued her unflinching gaze at the cards. Blake, on the other hand, felt the weight of the growing tension.
" Lucky guy. Having a lady like that by your side," the green shirt guy initiated a conversation in a rather sarcastic tone, this time he was no longer whispering with his friends.
"Humor them a bit, mmph?" Rose said to Blake.
Blake at this point was already confident they couldn't lose. Not with Rose doing all the work, "Sure, why not?"
The game unfolded with a mix of dread and frustration. The men were now biting their teeth with every turn. While Rose's subtle maneuvers continued guided Blake through.
Red Hat guy already exasperated said next ; "I can't believe we're losing again,"
Green Shirt eyeing rose said "There's something off about her. It's like she's controlling the whole game,"
The whispers of discontent grew louder, but Rose and Blake remained unshaken.
After lots of failures and everyone quitting the game to avoid losing all their money, Blake felt super happy about the big win they had tonight.
He couldn't believe how crazy these guys were to gamble so much.
He saw Rose give a little nod to the dealer, an older guy with really white skin who packed up his cards and cleared his table, smiled back at Rose, making Blake wonder if the two knew each other.
'We've won so much we even made a fan out of the dealer,' Blake thought, observing Rose and the dealer.
Rose turned to him with a look like, "Come on, admit it, I was right," or maybe he just couldn't read her again.
"You were kinda right. Taking risks can be worth it sometimes," Blake admitted.
Deciding the night was over, Rose signaled it was time to leave. They left the casino the same way they came.
It was way past midnight, and it was freezing outside. But Rose seemed totally unbothered by the cold.
Back inside, towards the end of the game, Rose had sensed things getting tense and called her personal driver to pick her up.
Surprisingly, the driver was already around the corner when they stepped out. This time, it was the familiar Rose Royce, with the usual driver behind the wheel.
But strangely, when they got in the car, the driver just stared at the road without moving.
"My lord, there seems to be a problem," the driver said to Rose.
"Fuel?" Rose asked, but before she could figure out what was going on, gunshots started hitting the car.