Christians POV
"You're pretty damn good." I turned to look at Ana who was thoroughly impressed with my semi good skills. I have to admit I was pretty good put she was freaking amazing. I have seen her play but up close and personal, man she freaking owned it.
We were pretty much tied at the moment. Ana wanted to go easy on them so we don't seem suspicious, but I could tell she was a little bit nervous. She chews on her lip and her right cheek when she's worried. I think she wasn't expecting them to actually be good, and I have to say they were pretty good. Ana and I were solids and the three guys were stripes. They had two balls, a purple and red, we had two balls as well, blue and yellow.
The men looked just as nervous as Ana, and to be honest I had a feeling Ana was going to win anyways, they were good, but they were that good. I know she could beat them. Besides, she didn't have choice. There was no way she would let them take her money.
Blake hit the white ball and it went straight towards his, the poor guy didn't use enough strength so the ball stopped right before it went in. I guess his cockiness got the best of him, but it didn't faze him. At least he tried not to show that it did. "It's your turn Lila." Blake gives her a wink and I want to punch him in the face. She smiles sweetly and rounds the table.
When Blake tried to hit his ball the white one landed next to our yellow one, it was an easy ass shot and Ana finally was in her element again. She regained the tiny bit of confidence she lost and bent of, easily hitting the yellow ball in the upper right pocket. It knocked in quick and the impact of Ana's strength carried the ball to the opposite side next to our last ball as well as the eight ball and Blake's ball.
She analyzed every possible play she could make. Her eyes were moving at a fast pace as she looked at each ball. Her legs carried her around the table and she viewed the balls at eye level and measured the distance between all the balls and the pocket with her stick. She was so concentrated with what she was doing; she didn't realize they were calling her.
"Let's go girl." One of the other men said. I couldn't remember his damn name. "Asher tell her to hurry up, we ain't got all damn night." I was about bust him on his ass when Ana spoke up.
"Shut up, you dumb fuck. Your ass has absolutely nowhere to be." She rounded back around the table and aimed for the blue ball and tapped it hard enough so that it would go into the pocket. She made it in, of course, but the white ball hit the eight ball behind their red ball. She didn't have enough room to jump it. I think we are fucking screwed. There goes eight hundred bucks. I looked at Blake and his buddies and they seem pretty damn fucking happy.
Ana's POV
Fuck! I should have hit just a little bit lighter.
Oh well, not much I can do now.
I look at my opponents and I see the devilish smiles on their faces. Ugh. They think they got this in the bag; well I still got a few moves to put to use. Moves I only use in important circumstances and this is definitely important. There is no way I am going to lose eight hundred dollars. Shit, Christian has the same damn look, but I'm going to surprise them all.
"That's a tough one, Lila." Blake's follower said. That prick is getting on my god damn nerves; I swear on my freaking life I'm going to hurt him by the end of the night.
"You think so?" I just shrugged my shoulders and leaned over to make the shot. The white ball was in front of their red ball, and the eight ball was behind the red ball. I sat on the table, one leg touching the ground and the other leg was lifted so I can get my body in the best position for this shot. I could hear the men whispering and chuckling with one another. Christian came over to my side and placed his hand on my back for encouragement. He stepped back as I raised my pool stick all the way up, my arm making a ninety degree angle. I made some practice hits on the right side of the white ball to make sure I was adding just enough strength and my stick at the right angle. I looked around and saw a small crowd gather around.
I took a deep breath.
"Eight ball in the bottom left."
I raised the pool stick.
Focus Ana. Eight hundred bucks. That's a new pair of shoes, maybe two pairs. I thought
I let out another breath, closed my eyes, and then opened them again.
I drew my pool stick back and hit it on the right side with the strength that was needed. The crowd gasped as the white ball curved around their red ball and hit the eight ball dead center, making it into the right pocket.
I exhaled deeply. "Now hand over that eight hundred." I winked at Blake. His mouth, along with his buddies, were opened wide, his eyes bugging out. "Don't get too cocky."
Christian held his hand over his mouth to suppress a laugh. I held out my hand to the men and he reluctantly placed the money in my hand. "Thank you."
"Dude, why did you give her the money?" His stupid friend said. The other one was extremely quiet. I forgot he was even here.
As I counted the money, I asked him what his name was.
Well the money is all here. That makes me really happy. I did a happy dance in my mind than looked up as the guy answer my question. "it's Andrew."
"Well Andrew, he gave me the money because I won it fair and square. You are being a sore loser and it's fucking annoying. So why don't you take your sorry ass home, and get the hell out of my presence."
He gave me a disgusted look and decided to get in my face. "What the hell did you just say to me?"
"You heard what I fucking said. Are you stupid or what?" I rounded back at him. Blake grabbed his arm to pull him back and I could feel Christian lingering behind me.
"Listen here you little bitch…"
"Oh, I'm the bitch?..." I didn't even get to finish my comeback, because Christian here decided to knock him out, before I could even blink, Andrew was knocked out on the floor.
"Why is it that you always end up in fights?" He cocked an eyebrow at me as he shook out his hand. I just shrugged my shoulders and gave him a bright smile.
"Was that really necessary?" Blake asked.
"Yeah, it was. I guess it doesn't bother you much, you didn't even bother to help him out." I accused.
"He was a bit of annoying." He replied with a guilty smile.
"Well thanks for the game." I grab Christians hand and head towards the exit but stop when Blake puts his hand on my forearm.
"Wait, how would you two like a job doing this?" He definitely caught my interest. I looked at Christian and he too was curious.
"Like working for someone?" I asked. He gave me a nod. "Who?"
"His name is Jack, but that's all I can tell you as of now."
My breath caught in my throat and a million thoughts rushed through my head. I searched his face and I wanted nothing more than to say yes. Jack could have my dad and if I work for him, or pretend to, than I could be that much closer to him, but I had Christian and I couldn't do anything to jeopardize his safety. I couldn't lose him. He will help me get my father back and I trust him to get it done with me, then trusting myself to go in alone.
I trust Christian.
Who would've thought?
***Thoughts?***Sorry about the update taking forever. It's hard to keep up with all the stories***
