When Dove Cries by Beth D. Carter Read Free Book Online Page A

she said. “Will you teach me?”
    “Sure,” Draven said as he pulled up the C-arm table and scooted his chair closer. “I suppose strip poker is out of the question?”
    Cade glared at him and brought a box of toothpicks out of his other pocket. “We’ll use these for now.”
    “Ah, shucks.”
     
    * * * *
     
    Gunner knocked on Gray Dog’s door and waited until the old man bade him enter before opening the door. Dark shadows filled the room, and the place smelled like a dirty ashtray that even Gunner found offensive. Two of the club whores were playing with Gray Dog. One was grinding herself down on his dick, fucking like a mad fiend, while the other was kissing up and down his torso.
    “Can’t you see I’m a little busy for club business?” Gray Dog asked.
    “Merchandise is still being guarded by the two hounds.”
    “Is there going to be a time when the hounds are out and about?”
    “Only time is when the merchandise leaves the warehouse.”
    Gray Dog thought for a minute, and Gunner eyed the girl on the old man’s lap. Her makeup had run, giving her a raccoon look. Her lipstick had been smeared off, and some of it rested on her cheek. She looked like a clown, and he wondered how Gray Dog could keep it hard for someone who looked like she did.
    “Get a plan together on how to hit the merchandise,” Gray Dog finally said. “As soon as it’s in motion, I want it gone. Got it? Now get out of here. I’m about to come, and I don’t like men watching my come face.”
    Gunner didn’t waste another second retreating. He had no desire to see the old man’s come face either.

Chapter Seven
     
     
     
    “Man, we’ve been hustled,” Cade grumbled as he threw down his cards. He eyed the stack of toothpicks in front of Dove.
    “Are you sure this deck isn’t marked?” Draven asked, inspecting a card’s back pattern carefully.
    Dove chuckled. She’d plotted well. Yesterday, they had spent the day explaining each variant game of poker, and today she’d executed her plans carefully, luring them in until she’d gotten almost every one of their toothpicks.
    She grabbed the cards out of Draven’s hand and decided to show off some of her skills. After shuffling them a few times, she cut the deck in half then pushed down in the center with her thumbs to create a bridge. The cards merged together beautifully. She did a couple of more little tricks, like twirling the cards around her fingers and fanning them out on the table to flip them over in a pretty spread, just to impress them.
    “Yep, we definitely got hustled,” Cade said as he sat back in his chair. “Why’d you make us tell you how to play yesterday? And who taught you so well?”
    “You two were so cute when you were explaining things to me, I simply didn’t have the heart,” she teased. She didn’t tell them that they hadn’t argued or glowered at each other once last night. “And I spent a lot of time in and out of hospitals when I was younger since it took a while for the doctor’s to diagnose me. How else do military men entertain little girls except with card tricks and board games?”
    “So you’re saying you can beat our asses in Monopoly as well?” Cade asked.
    “Damn skippy,” she said, smiling at him.
    A knocked sounded on the door, and a second later, Allis poked her head inside.
    “Can I come in?”
    “Of course!” Dove replied. She set the deck of cards down as Allis and Givon walked in.
    “Playing cards?”
    “She’s a shark,” Cade stated. “Draven and I are bleeding heavily, going down for the count.”
    Draven began to gather the toothpicks and put them back into their cardboard container. “We should take her to Vegas.”
    Allis held up the basket she was holding. “I brought you a gift basket. Full of all kinds of girly necessities.”
    She put the basket on the table in front of Dove. Curiously, Dove turned it around and saw face products, a razor, lathering soap, lip balm, panties and