SinCity Chapter 8
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Harm and Mac were having such a good time in the casino they didn't seem to notice Harm's cell phone ringing.
"Hey Harm come check out this machine. If you win the jackpot you get a BMW."
"Here let me try," Harm said sitting down and putting a quarter into the machine. Of course Harm came up empty handed. It seemed like most of the time slot machines conspired against you.
"Harm you can't just walk away after one try. Sometimes you have to sit here for awhile before you win anything," Mac said shaking her head.
Harm and Mac spent the next few hours losing more than they won. But neither minded. Both were having fun.
Clayton Webb was on his way to Vegas. He tried to call Harm again, still no answer.
"Dammit Rabb," Webb said as he hung up the phone. "Where the hell are you?"
"Mac I don't know if you playing blackjack is such a good idea."
"Why wouldn't it be?" Mac said slightly annoyed.
"Because. There are some big players at the tables. You really have to know your game to compete with people like that."
"Are you saying I can't handle myself?"
"No. I never said that."
"Harm I'm a…"
"Marine," Harm cut in. "I know Mac. And I know you say you can handle yourself. It's just some of these big gamblers aren't the nicest people and neither are their reputations."
"Harm you have nothing to worry about."
"I know. But it comes with the job description," Harm said smiling.
"And which job would that be?" Mac asked.
"Being your husband. The best job in the world," He said as he gave her a kiss. "Now let's go play some blackjack," Harm said as they made their way to the card tables.
Mac sat down and waited to be dealt into the next game. There were two other men sitting at the table with her.
"Showing eight," the dealer said as he dealt the first man's cards. "Showing ten," he said as the second man's cards were dealt. Mac was also showing ten.
The first man had twelve and decided to be dealt another card. He wound up with 19. The second man had fourteen and ended folding after getting a ten. Mac won with two tens. In the second game, she won with eighteen while the two other men folded with 22 or higher. By her fourth win it was evident that the men next to her were getting exasperated. Harm just smiled.
'That's my marine. A real winner.'
After winning ten and losing three games Mac decided it was time to move on. Harm and Mac got up and were heading over to another slot machine when someone grabbed Mac's arm.
"Hey," the man said as he whipped Mac around. "What's with the cheating?" the man said as he applied pressure to Mac's arm.
"Let her go," Harm said as he stepped to defend Mac.
"Hey buddy back off. This here is between the lady and me. So what's your secret?" the man slurred obviously having had one to many drink. "I lost over fifteen thousand at that table and you hardly lost anything. In fact you won over seventeen thousand." The man said as squeezed harder and Mac's arm.
Harm grabbed the man's wrist and yanked it off of Mac's arm.
"Hey I though I told you to stay out of this," the man yelled anger flashing in his eyes. Although Harm was a pretty big guy, this man was at least four inches taller and at least seventy-five pounds heavier.
"I think that maybe you should leave," Harm said calmly.
"Now you just don't listen do you? I thought I told to mind your own business."
"This is my business," Harm said, realizing that talking my night not be a feasible way out of this situation.
"Why? Would this whore here be your woman?"
Mac tried not to let the comment bother her. After all, the man was obviously drunk. But she couldn't stop the nagging voice in the back of her head. Her father's voice. 'That's right Sarah you are a whore and don't forget it.' All her life that's what she heard from her father. Even though she had cleaned up her life, was a Lieutenant Colonel in the Marine Corps and was now married to a wonderful man, the voice didn't seem to go away. It wasn't that easy.
Harm was trying not to punch this guy right out on the spot. He noticed the look of pain that flashed through Mac's eyes at his last comment.
"Excuse me, but what's going on here?" A security guard that had been standing near by asked.
"Hey! Nobody said we needed you here. When I think I need the help of a rent-a-pig I'll ask for one," the man bellowed.
The security guard noticed this man was obviously drunk and needed to leave. Signaling with his radio, two other guards came forward and the man was escorted out of the hotel.
"Ma'am I'm really sorry for that. How is your arm?" One of the guards asked noticing the bruise forming on her upper arm.
"It's fine. Nothing that a little ice couldn't help," Mac said trying not to show that she was still a little shaken up by the ordeal.
"Well if you need anything please let us know."
"Thank you," Mac said as she and Harm walked out of the casino.
"Mac are you sure you're okay," Harm asked concerned.
"Yeah Harm I'm fine. How about we go back to the room. The show is starting in two hours anyway. We can hangout and rest until then."
"Good idea let's go," Harm said as they walked toward the elevators.
Once they got upstairs and into the room, Mac let go the flood of tears she had been holding back.
"Oh Sarah come here," Harm said as he pulled her close. He knew that most people saw Mac as the kiss ass take charge Marine. But really underneath she was still a scared little girl. She had never truly gotten over childhood. For all he had complained about his childhood, Harm knew he didn't have it nearly as bad as Mac had had it. Harm couldn't understand how someone could treat a child the way Joe Mackenzie had treated Mac.
Harm led Mac over to the bed where she laid down and fell asleep. So caught up in making sure Mac was okay, Harm never noticed the blinking light on the phone indicating that they had a message.