I expected Bass to be much, much angrier with me. I mean, I figured after sleeping with his son and all would justify for a little more of a response. I just don't know how to get through to him sometimes. I don't exactly know what I feel for him, but I was bored and I figured I could get a rise out of torturing Bass. Connor talks of hope but sometimes I don't know what the word is anymore.
I've been waiting at our rendez-vous point for over an hour, and Bass and Connor haven't shown. As I start making my way back to New Vegas, I remember all the little looks me and Bass exchange, how we don't talk much besides plotting but we have our own secret language almost. I used to call him worse than a sociopath, but now I really do believe he's changed; though I could never admit it because of fear for what my mother would think and the look of satisfaction on his face. I'm not quite done torturing him. Then I start to think of the possibility Bass got his men and as payback for me sleeping with Connor he left. I tried not to think of it.
When I walk back into the casino I see Bass' old boss yelling at his men. "Keep going I want you to find out why they took my money!" Well it looks like he didn't run off, just got caught. This is just an opportunity to save Bass to pay him back for all the times he saved me. The thought strikes the memory of the time I was drugged and almost gang raped before Bass rescued me.
I follow the security guards to where they're keeping the Monroe duo, and survey the area. There are two guards outside the cell and one who comes every 15 minutes or so to check in. I'll need to act quickly just after he leaves.
When the time came I slipped behind one guard and slit his throat with my knife then threw his body into the outstretched sword of his fellow guard, ran up and stabbed him in the stomach. Taking the keys off the body I unlocked the cell only to release Bass while saying "it took you long enough," and a grateful Connor with a smile from ear to ear. Damn, he didn't understand the whole 'not caring' thing.
"Ya, well it would have been faster if you didn't get caught," I said sarcastically as I wiped the blood off my knife and slid it back into its holster. Before they collected themselves I started walking back to the campsite. "So what now?" I asked over my shoulder.
"Well we have to find a new way to get money," Bass said as he stepped over the bodies of the fallen guards, "unless you're offering Charlotte." He said it with a smirk on his face that I hated, but was also disappointed when it went away. And he knows it annoys me when he calls me Charlotte, at least it used to. For some reason though he almost seemed pissed off when he said it, instead of just his normal snarky tone.
I whipped around to face him with murder in my eyes, "funny, I thought you were." It was a little beneath me but especially after sleeping with his son I knew it wasn't a coincidence-it was a low blow.
Bass tried not to show anything on his face but I could tell he was upset, and it didn't take a genius to know it was about her and Connor. He had been silent this whole time but with a huge smile up until his daddy mentioned me selling myself to get money for men. I could tell now that I didn't just agitate Bass, I hurt him. But I didn't quite know why that meant so much to him…