All In by Molly Bryant

crazy friend.
    “Congratulations, handsome,” I said lowly against his cheek, hugging him tightly.
    “Thanks, babe,” he kissed the crease of my neck, giving me goose bumps.
    I leaned back to look at him. “You’re welcome,”
    He stared into my eyes, his brown eyes full of excitement which made my core flood with warmth. “Have you ever made love on five hundred thousand dollars?”
    “I haven’t,” I took a deep breath in, letting my jagged breath escape my lips. I clenched my thighs tightly together, I stifled a moan.
    “Let’s go get the money,” he smiled, nodding toward the door. “Where’s Skip?” he looked around the crowd for his friend.
    “Over there,” I pointed to the door. Skip had his arm around the shoulders of the same girl in the lavender sundress he was all over earlier, escorting her out the doors.
    “Such a pimp,” Vice laughed, taking my hand and leading me to the doors.
    “Jackson!” Chase screamed, making me jump. The room grew suddenly, eerily silent.
    Vice and I quickly turned around, his hand on the heavy double doors. Chase was standing at the table shaking convulsively, his face still abnormally red, his teeth were clenched tightly.
    “Fuck you! This isn’t over!” he then growled loudly, punching the table top. I heard it crack beneath his fist. His bloody hand raised, he smiled looking like a crazed maniac as he pointed in our direction. His blue eyes held something in them that I had never seen before, it scared me. Chase opened his arms as the guards reached him, letting them place his hands behind his back as they shoved my brothers face into the green felt. I was relieved for that very moment, but undoubtedly, he would be released within hours.
    “Come on, Harlow,” he pulled on my hand, taking me through the doors.
    We had to go to a special room in which they counted the multiple one hundred dollar bills adding up to the five hundred grand in front of us. As the counter flipped through the bills, the smell of cash circled my senses. We sat in chairs across the room, Vice held my hand never taking it eyes off of the counter. He Didn’t even blink. I could tell that he had a lot on his mind- what my brother was capable of, and what his next move would be. My heart ached for both Vice, and my brother. It was a confusing feeling to feel heartbroken for both of them at the same time. One was being harassed by the other, and one had a horrible drug problem. One thing I was for sure of was that I needed to do something to get Chase off of Vice’s back.
    The counting process took nearly an hour, leaving us walking out with a black leather suitcase with ‘Mirage’ across the front filled with bundled bills. They had four security guards escort us outside and into a complimentary limo, taking us to Vice’s apartment. The ride was quiet with no words exchanged.
    “Congratulations, Mr. Jackson,” one security guard said, letting us out of the limo in front of Vice’s apartment complex. His hand held on the limo's open door.
    “Thank you,” Vice said, stepping out first. Suitcase in one hand, mine in the other. The security guards stood behind, watching us until we walked through his front door.
    “Front door service,” I giggled. “You’re a celebrity now, Mr. Vice Jackson,” I followed him into his bedroom where I closed the door behind us.
    Vice set the suitcase on top of his bed without a word, it clicked open. He smiled widely at the cash, then looked at me.
    “Are you ready, Harlow?” his voice was seductive and deep.
    I swallowed hard, my back against his door. My core was aching for him already.
    “For you? Always,” I mumbled. I knew what he was asking. There was no way I could forget. I took my tank top off and unbuttoned my black shorts, letting them fall to the floor with hidden anticipation. There was nothing I enjoyed more than being intimate with Vice.
    Vice eyed my body from my eyes to my toes then back up again, he groaned. “Come here,”