Page 109 of No Saint

I curse, “Fuck.” There was a huge red wine stain across the thighs, barely missing my crotch and I hold the hem away to try and save it from soaking all the way through.

“I’ll be right back,” I tell Sierra.

“I don’t think you should,” She chews her lip.

“I can hardly sit here wearing a glass of wine, just tell Gabriel I went to the bathroom.”

“He’ll be pissed.”

“Yes well, I’ll deal with that later.”

“Your funeral.”

I pout but head off, forcing myself through the crowd to get to the bathroom. With the commotion, they were thankfully empty, so I lock the main door, stopping anyone from coming in and yank the dress off, leaving myself in just my underwear as I head to the hand dryer on the far wall.

I mean being half naked in a casino made me slightly anxious, so I turn, keeping an eye on the door.

Five minutes pass and the dress was slowly drying, it was ruined with the god awful huge stain on it but I could put it back on without risk of ruining the underwear too. I’m just preparing to do so when I hear a creak coming from the door.

It was a lock that could be unlocked with a tool on the other side, but I can see it turning. Slowly. As if whoever was trying to unlock it was struggling to do so.

“It’s busy!” I yell, panicking, “Someone’s in here!”

“Fuck.” Comes a muffled grunt. And then silence.

Gabriel

“Get the fuck out my casino!” I roar at the bloody men, their clothes shredded, faces swelling and bruised, “Get out before I murder you myself!”

They scatter.

I straighten the lapels of my jacket and head back inside, watching the crowd frantically go back to whatever they were doing before they got a show. I find Sierra at the bar but the stool next to her was empty and red wine was spilled over the floor.

“She’s in the bathroom!” Sierra manages to rush out before I can say anything. “Someone spilled wine on her.”

“I told her to stay!”

“I know but she went anyway. You can’t expect her to stay in wet clothes, Gabriel.”

I change direction, heading towards the women’s bathroom. When the door comes into view I see a figure, dressed in black, hacking at the lock.

“Hey!”

They take off. For fuck’s sake. One night! I wanted one fucking night.

I pull my keys out and slide the tool into the lock, flicking it and slamming the door open.

Amelia screams.

I shut the door.

“You have trouble following simple instruction,moglie mia?”

“Gabriel!” She clutches her chest. “Fuck you could have knocked!”

“And you could have done as you’re told.”

“Look I’m sorry but I wasn’t just going to sit there soaking wet.”

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