Halloween Treats(4)

By: Alexa Riley

“There are several bars across this whole casino, Charles. You can’t close them all.”

“I’ll close the whole goddamn casino,” he fires back, his hard jaw clenching.

I hate it because I know he will just to prove a point. He won, so I’ll be leaving the bar. I don't have the energy to fight him right now as I feel the full force of the drinks start to wear on me.

“Goodnight, Charles. My thirty days are up, and just like you did with the past thirty days, you’ve ruined this day too. You win. I don’t know why or what made my brothers agree to your contract, but I did it. Leave them alone, and furthermore leave me alone. I’ll be gone in the morning.”

Jumping down from my chair, I wobble a little from the effects of the alcohol. When I go to push past him, he grabs me by the arm to halt my departure, but I don’t look at him.

“Let go.”

He ignores my order. “What did I do to you to make you dislike me so much?”

Blackmail my brothers, make me want you when I shouldn't, be cold to me, treat me like a dumbass… they’re all on the tip of my tongue, but what’s the point? It doesn't matter anymore.

“It’s not important.”

“It’s important to me.” I glance up and see a look in his eyes I’ve never seen before. Maybe it was the martinis playing tricks on me because when I blink and look again, it’s gone.

“You had your chance to get to know me, Charles. I’ll tell you again, time's up.”

With that, I yank my arm from his hold and walk away. I should say goodbye to Tiffany, but I’m sure she’ll understand. I’m going up to my room because tomorrow things are going to change.


The piece of paper with the number scrawled on it is now wrinkled and being shredded shakily by my nervous fingers.

“Yes, this is Samantha. What can I help you with?”

“Umm, this is Mandy. I got your number from Stella.”

“Oh, yes, how is she? Well taken care of, I’m sure.”

I smile at that because it’s true. If only I could be so lucky. I want what she and my brothers have, and it’s time I stepped out of my box and tried something new. “Yes, she’s wonderful. I’m actually calling about myself. I’ve worked for the Cortez brothers for years; you might have seen me around?”

I try to think if I could ever remember spotting her before, but her face isn’t coming to mind.

“Yes, of course, I remember you. What can I help you with?”

“I was wondering if there might be an open spot in your auction.” My words are tentative and sound slightly scared. I’m terrified but desperate.

I can almost hear the smirk in her voice when she asks, “Do you like Halloween?”



I cannot believe I’m doing this. Only for her would I come here again. The last and only time I’ve ever been to a mistress auction was to help torture the Cortez brothers.

“And here he is, the devil himself. Looking the part and all.”

Samantha looks me up and down, eyeing my costume. I’m dressed in all black, on my head sit two red horns, and I’m holding a dark red pitchfork. I thought the devil costume seemed appropriate as it’s what Mandy called me the entire time she worked for me.

“It just had to be a Halloween-themed auction, didn’t it?”

Samantha’s wicked smile is all-knowing, and I could chew nails at the sight of it. Samantha is dressed in black as well, but when she smiles, her blood red lips reveal fangs. “Everything is in place, Mr. Townsend. I look forward to our transaction after the auction is complete. Please enjoy your evening.”

I watch her walk away. As she reaches the door, she is stopped by Leo Ramsey. He’s a local real estate developer in Vegas, and he’s big money. He’s a nice enough guy, and we’ve done a little business together, but he’s clean whereas I often get dirty with my deals.

I watch as he leans into her. He’s wearing a long black robe, and as he goes over to her, he pulls the hood over his head, covering his face. I see them exchange a few words, and then he leans further into her, pressing her into the shadows. I look around and see that her security isn’t close by. I think about going over to make sure she doesn't need a hand. As the thought hits me, Leo steps back from her, and she disappears down a hallway. When he turns around, I lock eyes with him, accidentally giving him the okay to come over where I’m standing.

“Ramsey,” I say by way of a greeting.

“That’s not what it looked like.” His defensive words should have me second guessing him, but the look in his eyes shows me he means it.

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