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behave, it’s really quite simple.”
    “Well, I don’t know why I told you I had money problems,” Noelle huffed, “that was stupid of me.”
    “Not stupid at all,” he said frowning. He didn’t speak for a few minutes, and he seemed to be concentrating extra hard on the game.
    He leaned over and whispered to her. “Noelle, do you trust me?”
    Warily, Noelle turned her head to look at him. “I suppose so. As much as I can trust a person that I just met a few hours ago.”
    “How would you like for all of your problems to go away?”
    Noelle gave him a skeptical look.
    “You said you trusted me,” he pointed out. “What would you say if I told you could make two-hundred thousand dollars tonight ?”
    Noelle rolled her eyes, though she hated to admit she was intrigued. “I’d say you were either crazy or an excellent pimp.” It suddenly dawned on Noelle that she was much drunker than she realized. While a few minutes ago she seemed to have a slight buzz, she now seemed to have quickly crossed over into drunken-slurring territory. Maybe it was just Blaze’s ridiculous proposition that had made the blood suddenly rush to her head.
    “I can make it happen,” Blaze assured her. “I can help you. All you have to do is trust me, nothing else.”
    In that moment, Noelle knew she would do just about anything to spend the night with this man. Suddenly, sleeping with Blaze seemed like her only goal in life, and she was desperate to do whatever it might take to get into bed with him.
    “Fine. I trust you.”
    Blaze gave her a slow, sexy smile and Noelle knew she had made the right choice.
    “Good. Just remember. Trust me ,” he emphasized.
    Then, before Noelle even knew what was happening, Blaze yanked a handgun from the inside of his jacket and roughly grabbed Noelle around her chest.
    Noelle screamed, feeling panic rise inside her, and Blaze pushed a blindfold into her hands.
    “Put this on!” he demanded. Too frightened to question him, she scrambled to put the blindfold on with trembling fingers.
    Six other men jumped up from the tables, drawing their own handguns and producing folded duffle bags from the inside of their sports coats.
    “Nobody move!” someone yelled. Noelle turned sharply towards the voice, trying to figure out what was going on.
    Blaze had said to trust him, but now she was terrified and she didn’t know how she could have ever trusted this handsome stranger so easily. Clearly, he was a psychopath.
    “Remain calm and get your wallets out!” Blaze barked. Two men with guns and duffle bags began circling the room, pointing the guns at each player and demanding that they empty their wallets into the duffle bags. Wads and wads of cash began to fill the bags.
    The four remaining men with guns descended upon the pit bosses, forcing them to open and empty the cash lock-boxes. All the while, Blaze kept his pistol up against Noelle’s head.
    “What are you doing?” Noelle cried, her body shaking with fear. “Please don’t hurt me.”
    “Shut up!” Blaze snapped. “Let’s go!” he yelled, motioning to the other men. “Finish up!”
    Panicked cries rang out in the room as the other men pointed their guns at everyone as they began to back up towards the door. Blaze dragged Noelle to the door, and she began to sob as they neared the exit.
    “Please just let me go,” she begged, but Blaze only tightened his grip.
    “If anybody moves, I shoot her,” he threatened, motioning for the other men to go first. Slinging their duffle bags, heavy with cash, over their shoulders, they kept their guns directed at the tables as they quickly filed out of the exit.
    “No one move!” Blaze yelled again, when the other men had gone. “Don’t move a fucking muscle!”
    He then dragged Noelle out of the room, and she screamed as he pulled on her hair.
    Once they were out of the room, he began to pull her down the hall. “I have to leave your blindfold on,” he whispered in a rush. “Try to keep