Chapter 286: High Stakes and Purple Hair
Alexander didn’t stop driving until he crossed the state line, pulling into a sprawling, neon-lit metropolis three hours away. The city was famous for its massive luxury resort casinos, the perfect place to blend into a crowd of high-rolling degenerates and wealthy tourists.
He booked an exclusive executive suite at the Grand Mirage Resort. The primary reason he chose this specific venue wasn’t the luxury, but the security—the resort offered private, individual locking garages within their underground parking facility. Alexander parked the Temerario inside, locking the steel shutter. Leaving a hundred million dollars and gold bars sitting in the cargo compartments of a supercar was insane, but it was far less insane than trying to lug heavy tactical briefcases into a monitored hotel lobby.
Before heading up, he popped one of the briefcases open and pulled out $500,000 in crisp, high-denomination bills. He glanced at his secure banking app; his balance still sat at nearly nine million dollars after purchasing the Lamborghini.
If I show up at a high-stakes table relying on digital wire transfers, it looks suspicious, Alexander thought, snapping the briefcase shut. Real, unhinged gamblers walk in with heavy stacks of physical cash.
He took the private elevator up to his suite, cracked open a cold beer from the minibar, and shed his tactical-style clothing. He changed into a casual but tailored dark button-down shirt, leaving the top two buttons undone, and strapped his signature blue Rolex onto his wrist.
With the cold beer in hand, Alexander took the VIP elevator back down, stepping into the roaring, vibrant chaos of the main casino floor. The air was thick with the scent of expensive cigars, top-shelf liquor, and the electric hum of slot machines and spinning roulette wheels.
The moment he crossed into the high-limit lounge, the staff took notice of his striking frame and the raw aura of wealth rolling off him.
"Welcome to the High Limit Lounge, sir," a floor manager said, bowing.
Alexander nodded, his eyes scanning the floor until they locked onto a stunning, petite cocktail waitress carrying a silver tray. She had striking, vibrant purple hair cut into a neat bob, a cute, doll-like face, and a tight, low-cut uniform with a short pleated skirt. Alexander stepped into her path. Without a word of warning, he reached out, his massive hand sliding beneath the hem of her short skirt, his fingers gripping and massaging her tight, smooth ass.
The girl gasped, her cheeks burning a deep crimson as she froze in place, her timid, wide eyes looking up at him in sheer shock.
Two large casino floor guards tensed, stepping forward to intervene, but the head of security raised a hand, stopping them. He had already clocked the blue Rolex and the heavy stack of cash peeking from Alexander’s pocket. In a place like this, high rollers who brought half a million in cash were allowed to play by different rules.
Alexander pulled his hand back, a amused smirk cutting across his face as he dropped the thick bundle of $500,000 onto the nearest exchange counter.
"Change the entire stack" Alexander commanded the cashier, before turning back to the blushing, purple-haired waitress. "And you, grab a basket. You’re carrying my chips tonight. Let’s go have a little fun."
The purple-haired waitress, whose nametag read Chloe, trembled as she held the heavy velvet-lined basket containing Alexander’s high-denomination chips. She followed him into the high-stakes blackjack sector, her face still burning with a mix of fear and intense excitement.
Alexander didn’t care about subtlety tonight. His entire objective was to create a loud, unforgettable spectacle, building a perfect, chaotic cover story of a unhinged, billionaire degenerate spending out-of-town money to throw any TMC or Big Black investigators off his real trail.
He pulled up a central seat at the main $50,000-minimum table, kicking his legs up onto the vacant chair beside him.
"Deal the cards, old man! And don’t skimp on the high deck!" Alexander roared, slamming a massive $200,000 opening bet onto the felt. The entire table, along with a growing crowd of onlookers, turned their heads to stare at the loud newcomer.
As the dealer slid the cards out, Alexander reached back with his left hand, grabbing Chloe by the waist and pulling her small body against his flank. Ignoring the security cameras and the gasping whispers of the wealthy crowd, he drove his hand under her short skirt, tearing through her thin lace panties to find her soaking wet, trembling slit. He began to stroke her right there at the table, his fingers plunging deep into her tight, slick heat as her breath hitched, her small hands clutching the chip basket for dear life.
Slick... squelch...
"Let’s see what the cards say!" Alexander laughed maniacally, pulling his wet fingers out from under her skirt. He lifted his hand right to his face, taking a deep, theatrical breath of her pungent, slick arousal right in front of the dealer and the pit boss. "Ah, brilliant! That is the pure, sweet fluid of luck! We’re tearing this house down tonight!"
He slapped his hand down onto the felt, leaving a faint, glistening smear of her moisture across his cards as he flipped them over.
"Blackjack! Pay the man!" Alexander screamed, leaping out of his chair and throwing his arms wide like a lunatic.
The strategy was an unhinged, but the luck was terrifyingly real. Round after round, Alexander double-downed on ridiculous counts, threw massive stacks on single numbers at the adjacent roulette wheel, and hollered like a madman, drawing a massive entourage of onlookers and cocktail girls. Every time he won, he would reach back into Chloe’s skirt, coat his fingers in her continuous flow of terrified pleasure, and smear it on the chips for the next bet.
Within two hours of pure chaos, the velvet basket was overflowing with high-tier platinum plaques. The initial half-million dollar stake had ballooned into a staggering four million dollars in pure profit, leaving the casino floor managers sweating through their suits as Alexander continued to dominate the room like an unpredictable, dangerous force of nature.