Chapter 1- P-P-P Poker Face.
Disclaimer: All L4D2 characters belong to Valve.

"Hit me" my father said to the tall man dealing out playing cards. My dad smirked as the four other men around the table put on their best poker faces. "Brave move dad" I lowly chuckled. I quickly turned my eyes to the cards on the table. Then I squinted from the blinding lights of the casino.

"You may want this" I whispered in his ear as I distracted the other players with my cleavage which looked five times bigger from the tight black dress I was wearing. I handed my dad and Ace of clubs which was now in his hand being played fairly. I slowly paced back and forth to distract the other men. All of them looked up and broke their poker faces to look at me. The only one who didn't look up was my father who was paying attention to the other men's faces.

All he wanted was to win and get the jackpot. The jackpot was bigger than the one before. And it would get me a car or maybe a new bass guitar.
My father knew how to scan the faces so he was able to win. "Royal flush" he scoffed. He chuckled loudly as the dealer shoved the money over to his side of the table. The men looked disappointed and violent but just sat in disbelief. "Nice game boys" he laughed, smelling the money. "Oh the sweet smell of money".

Dad walked out the door $8000 richer. I held the door for the now 'rich' man. I then picked up a glass of wine and gulped it down. "Nice try fellas. You may wanna get a day job". I shut the door behind me.
"Nice game dad. That's our fifth win tonight! Now can you buy me a damn car?"
"No. I need this money for something else. And don't call me dad here, you could ruin our cover"
"Nick, seriously? You said you would buy me a car when you won that game back there and you won so hand me the god damn cash so I can buy a god damn car!"
"Delilah, I thought I taught you to never trust a con, a criminal or just plain anyone!
"Yeah you have, but your my dad. Nick, please. Its just a car."

My dad brushed off his expensive suit wildly and smiled at the crowd of women to the side of us.
"Here, hold the money. I'm not guaranteeing you your getting a car yet."

I shoved the bills inside my bra. "Ugh fine." I looked around the casino rapidly. "Now who you want me to con tonight?"
My dad thought for a little bit. "Hmm you see that Blondie over at the blackjack table? Go get his money. His name is Logan and hes the blackjack champion. Go steal his mojo".

"Seems simple enough. Meet me at the elevator in a half hour."
"Half hour? That's it?"
"Its not like I'll have sex with a stranger."

I strutted over to Logan who had just won the jackpot at the blackjack table. "YES! ANOTHER WIN" Logan applauded himself. I had just gotten over there when the other men playing had left. Logan was still gathering his winnings.

"Lets celebrate your win, Mr. Rich Boy." I whispered seductively in his ear. "Call me Logan. And I shall call you Ms. Sexy."
"Name is Delilah. But you can call me yours for the night baby. Lets get it on"
"That sounds so good" he moaned as he picked me up bridal style.

He took me up the elevator but as our journey upward, we made out. His kisses were slobbery and wet.. And his hands were everywhere on my boobs. When we finnaly made it to his suite, I hopped down from his arms and threw him on the bed by a bed post.

"Now get naked" I winked. In my boot, I had a pair of handcuffs from a cop my father and I had coned a week before.
Logan was ever so quick about removing his suit. He winced when he saw the silver handcuffs in my hands. "Hands up, you've been a naughty boy". Logan obeyed once he got one last touch of my breasts. I handcuffed him to the bed post and with a click, he was locked in. Better yet, I didn't have a key.

I walked away from Logan and bent down to grab his wallet out of his suit pants. "Never trust a girl at a casino" I laughed wildly looking into his thick wallet. "You better not talk, no maid would wanna see you naked, since your rich no more."
I drank the last bit of the beer sitting on the dresser. "Chao" I giggled.
I walked back to the elevator. The clicks of my red heels echoed in the empty hotel hall. I stood in the center of the elevator alone and adjusting my dress. Th elevator finnaly opened and as it opened my father handed me a martini. "Lets get out of here before security finds us" he lectured me quietly.

He escorted me out the double doors. On the way to the mustang, we were silent as we always were after the series of crimes we did together.
"You get the money?' he asked me.
I reached into my dress and handed him all the money we obtained. "Always do".
My dad laughed. "You are surely the best mistake of my life!"
I sighed. "Ow that hurt my feelings. Now can I get a car?"
"No."
'Jackass' I thought to myself. He is just so selfish. Can't he just once care for his own daughter? No. He didn't care. All he cared about was money and sex and women. He is so selfish, no wonder why mom left him.
"Take me home then."
"Fine...Delilah, we cant go home yet. We're going to Georgia".
"Why can;t we stay in Chicago?"
"Do you wanna get caught?"
"No...but I wanna stay with my friends...Dad..."
"What friends? You dropped out of high school before your sophomore year"
"Rachel and Jessica! From next door!"
"Delilah Beth... you remind me so much of your mother..."
"Whats that supposed to mean?"
"Oh nothing, just that you were a mistake in college so we both dropped out".
"We talk about this every day. Just drop it." tears filled my eyes.
"Dont cry Delilah... Drink up... Plan is we con casinos on the way there too".
I closed my eyes and finished up the last of my martini. 18 years old and still getting treated like shit. I sighed... nothing ever will change.