Bloody Seven of Spades 1: Life and Death

Dominique came to his parents' house in North Las Vegas and parked his car on the curb in front of the house.Cypress and palm trees are neatly arranged on both sides of the street. The houses in this area are simple desert-style American bungalows, with exterior walls painted in different shades of pink and peach, and tiled roofs.Plants that can grow in the desert environment and are extremely tolerant are planted in front of every house. Blooming flowers dot the front yard, and the distant mountains are faintly visible against the blue sky.

A colorfully embroidered welcome mat at the gate reads: If you forgot to bring your wine, go home.He rubbed his feet, opened the door and entered the house, and after closing the door, he untied the rebellious girl from the chain.The dog immediately jumped up and down and ran towards the kitchen.

"Here I go!" he yelled, hanging the leash on the coat rack.

"You're late!" his mother Rita yelled from across the room.

Dominic rolled his eyes.It didn't take long before he was surrounded by a group of children swarming up, the oldest of them was eight years old, and the youngest was only two years old, they were either pulling his arms or hugging his legs, and chirping to win him over. his attention.

"Uncle Dom, hold it high!" said niece Natalie.

"Did you just eat?" He still remembers the pink marshmallow vomit.

"Only had breakfast. You know that!"

He held Natalie's waist, lifted her up effortlessly, threw her into the air, and performed a backflip.This show of hands made the rest of the children feel like they were blown up, they all came to beg him, and they pushed each other waiting to be lifted up to do somersaults.After one round of playing one by one, Dominic gently declined the second round of requests; he scooped up his giggling two-year-old nephew, carried it on one shoulder, and walked out of the pile of children toward the back room.

The dining room is integrated with the kitchen, and in the center of the spacious room is a long dining table, where his grandmother, Sylvia, and his four siblings and their respective spouses are already sitting at the table.The children found Dominique and let Dominic go; the dog turned over and lay on the ground, wagging his tail excitedly because the children rubbed her belly.

"Sorry for being late." Dominic put down his little nephew and kissed grandma on the cheek. "Hi, Mamaw."

She patted his cheek affectionately.Sylvia's husband passed away 20 years ago, and she has been living with Dominic's big family since then; Dominic's father also passed away six years ago. Since then, the relationship between grandma and Rita As they became closer, people who didn't know would still think that they were mother and daughter, even though the height difference between them was far away.

"What's the matter with you, don't you have a watch?" Rita said from the stove.Unlike the slender Sylvia, Rita was almost six feet tall.Despite being 60 years old, her hair is still jet-black and glossy, cut in a short bob.She had an apron around her waist, and the floral dress she had worn to church this morning.

Dominique walked across the kitchen and kissed his mother too. "I have something to do near Long Street. There was a lot of traffic on the way back."

"That's it, then you will wash the dishes and collect the tables later."

He walked slowly back to the table and took his usual seat.Among the five children, Dominic is the third and the only one who has not yet married.He's about to be the only one without a baby, since his youngest sister, Gina, announced her first child a few weeks ago.

The eldest daughter, Angela, held up a bottle of wine and asked, "Would you like some?"

"Thanks, no. I have to work at night."

"Bartender or bounty hunter?" his brother Vincent asked.

"Bartender." Dominic picked up the jug on the table and poured himself a glass of water. Everyone continued to talk about the previous topic, and everyone's attention was focused on the latest oolong gossip in brother-in-law Howard's company.

"Bernie's latest strange thing is that she was cheated of money. This company, if you send a few drops of blood samples, they will give you a whole set of extremely complicated health regimens, saying that they are tailor-made Vitamin Potion." Howard rolled his eyes. "Her cubicle looks like a pharmacy now, and I swear to God, those bottles are filled with colored water. But then again, this crazy bitch drove all the way to Prim, stood in line for three full hours for the Powerball lottery because the jackpot was $15 billion—"

The atmosphere at the dinner table suddenly became tense, and Dominique's sister Teresa elbowed Howard hard in the ribs.

"Damn, I'm sorry, Dom," he said, blushing.

"It's okay," Dominic said.

"It's okay!" Teresa gave Howard a sharp look, and the other party quickly lowered his head.

Nevada law does not allow the sale of lottery tickets, but it is quite convenient for residents of Las Vegas to drive to the lottery station in Primm, California.A few months after Dominic was discharged from the army, he tried to buy scratch-off lottery tickets there for nearly a thousand yuan in one day. After that, he couldn't help but ran back to the counter again. Time and time again, he decided that the big prize was just around the corner, and he couldn't restrain his urge to win.In the end, there was nothing he could do, so he had to call his brother to come to the rescue, forcing Vinny to drive fifty miles to come over, and then dragged him away from the lottery station.

His family tried not to mention gambling of any kind in front of him as much as possible, but after all, they lived in Las Vegas.Here, gambling is a way of life.While living here adds extra stress to recovery, Dominique has come to terms with it when he decided not to move out of town.Today, compared to Dominic, Howard probably felt that he was more embarrassed to speak out; but when he thought that he was so out of control and unable to control himself that day, Dominic really felt bad.

The unpleasant episode was resolved as Rita beckoned the children to help put the food on the table, and was soon forgotten.Laughter filled the cabin, and with the clatter of cutlery, everyone chowed down on lunch: pork tenderloin, garlic-roasted mushrooms, and a fresh salad with a vinaigrette.When the host was eating, the anti-bone girl was lying at Dominic's feet, and she behaved very well as usual.

After dessert, everyone else went to the living room to watch the Dodgers game, leaving Dominique to help his mother clean up the dishes.Although the children volunteered to take over the after-dinner cleanup, Rita was worried about handing over the dowry china, which was only brought out for Sunday family lunch, to someone else.So she did the dishes, and Dominique dried the pots and pans.

The mother and son were alone for a while before Rita spoke: "I met Tony Sappino at the vegetable market a few days ago. He said that as long as you are interested, you can still work in his car repair shop."

Dominique took the salad bowl from her and wiped it with a dish towel. "Mom, I have a job. I still have two jobs."

She clicked her tongue disapprovingly. "How can you, a man in his thirties, treat bartending as a job?"

"Why not? I really like it, and I earn a lot. Besides, I'm just a part-time bartender, and bounty hunting is my main job."

"When I talk about this, I get angry," she said. "Have you considered your future? When you are 40, you still want to catch bailees? How about [-]?"

"That's still far away." Dominic said so, but his mother's words still pierced his heart.It would be self-deception to say that he never thought about the future.

"It's not as far as you think. When you come to your senses, this day will pass in the blink of an eye." Rita washed another bowl and handed it over. "I don't want to see you wake up one day and find that you don't even have a basic guarantee."

"I've never been the type to need security."

Mother squeezed his chin lovingly with soapy hands. "When you're 20, it's not a big deal. As you get older, the risks increase. You can't live like that your whole life."

This "inspiring" teaching made Dominic respond for a long time, from the afternoon to the evening, and even after he left his mother's house and returned to downtown Vegas, he still couldn't get rid of it.He sent the rebellious girl back to his apartment, changed his clothes on the way, and went out to the small LGBT community known as "Guoerquan[1]".

"Devil Ray" is a super-large luxury nightclub, with bars on all sides, a double-decker dance floor, and a huge stage, where performances range from drag shows to body competitions.The interior decoration is very tasteful, and the blue floor lamps go from bottom to top to further enhance the atmosphere, and finally projected on the ceiling, creating a cool light feeling like an aquarium.It is full every day, even the corners are full of people.

Sunday was Latin-themed night as usual; the DJ blasted the crowd with a medley of salsa, reggae and the "Latin Top 40" as thunderous music blasted from the speakers at a volume so loud it made your teeth chatter .Dominique moved behind the bar next to the main stage—a vantage point earned by seniority and skill—and quickly caught up with a familiar rhythm, mixing drinks for the rowdy crowd of tourists and locals.

He'd always loved being a bartender, especially in a place where it was such a feast for the eyes.But tonight he has more important things to do than flirt.

As he worked, he kept an eye on the dance floor, observing the small gestures of passing sachets of pills or powders through the crowd—some so stealthy that he almost missed it, others so carelessly they didn't even think about it.Like most nightclubs, many people in the "Manta Ray" use drugs to enhance their enjoyment.A lot of the dancers were on ecstasy, or snorted cocaine or Rush[2] in the bathroom, and they were on high right now.Although strong hallucinogenic drugs such as LSD[3] and ketamine are not common here, there must always be a few people in the crowd who are carrying them.

Taking advantage of the brief slump in traffic, he leaned against the bar and asked a woman he had just seen flicking bags of candy-colored pills in and out of his handbag. "Any ecstasy?" he asked, nodding at her shiny rhinestone-studded bag.

"Yes," she said without changing her face, "how about some, handsome?"

"Thanks, no need. What I actually want is 'K-movie[4]'—I want to have a fast and furious shot."

The other party nodded and said, "I don't have it right now, but I know someone, and I can connect you two."

As thanks, he treated her to a shot of tequila, which he charged to his account.She toasted him in thanks and disappeared into the crowd.A few minutes later, a thin man with garish green hair walked up to him and handed him a small packet of powder.Dominique rolled up the bill and handed it to him, and chatted politely with him for a while before the man left to continue his business.

This night, Dominic did the same thing several times, trying to find out in the crowd, contacting all kinds of people, and finding someone who was willing to give him what he had on hand—usually when he saw his appearance clearly. Finally, people are willing to give him a discount.In a matter of hours, he had amassed enough ketamine, enough for the serial killer to knock down at least two of his victims, and maybe more than enough to kill three.What's more, he hasn't spent much time to get medicine.Surely the murderer could have easily done it unnoticed, too.

Nevertheless, he took down the names and faces of those people.He wasn't going to tell on the clubbers, but there was always a source for their stuff.Maybe he could track down their upline.If the killer kept going the same way, it would take a lot of ketamine, and sooner or later something would go wrong.

"Hey!" a new voice from the bar called him.

Dominic put the drugs and serial killers aside immediately and turned to the man he was talking to—a cute dark-skinned Latina with a skinny ass and big deer-like eyes.He was very young, maybe a college student, and he looked at Dominic with a smile, as if he wanted to accept but refused.

"What would you like?" Dominique asked.

"Well, I made a bet with my friends, I wonder if you can come to be a referee." The little boy pointed to the young men and women surrounded by a high table by the dance floor.

"of course can."

"how tall are you?"

Dominique smiled smugly, "Six foot five."

"Fuck." He slowly looked Dominic up and down with admiring eyes. "The closest I've come—I guess six foot four."

"Guess what prize you won?" Dominic said, propping his elbows on the bar and leaning forward a little.

The little boy lowered his eyelashes coquettishly. "I do not know yet."

Dominic was tickled. "You brothers, don't you guess my weight?"

"No. It's not your weight that I want to guess right now."

As the boy's gaze went all the way down, the intention couldn't be more obvious.Dominique's appetite was completely whetted, and he reached across the bar. "Dominic."

"Louis," the boy held Dominique's hand for a while before letting go, "Is your Mojito good?"

"You can try it if you like it." Dominique handed the wine over after mixing it, stopping Louis who was taking out his wallet. "I invite you."

Louis lifted the glass to his lips, rubbing his lips against the rim as he stared at Dominique.

***

"God, there it is!" Louis gasped as he writhed under Dominic, his knees pinching Dominic tightly. "Don't stop, fuck you, your dick is so fucking big—"

Dominic leaned down and kissed Louis on the shoulder.He maintained a slow and steady rhythm, felt his cock wrapped in the fiery, silky, throbbing gut, and watched the look of death on Louis' face, which was the source of his pleasure.The mattress springs were creaking from their violent movement, and he was careful to support most of his weight on his arms; he was several sizes larger than Louis, and he might hurt him if he let himself go.

"Like it, huh?" he murmured against Louis' skin, twisting his crotch in circular motions to put pressure on Louis's prostate.

"Like it! Oh, oh..." Lewis' blunt nails ran through Dominique's hair, and then down to his back. "Quickly, Dad, push harder!"

Dominic, who had been stabbing vigorously, suddenly stopped moving.Louis snorted impatiently and twisted close to Dominic, trying to fuck Dominique's still cock himself.

"Did you just call me 'Daddy'?" Dominic couldn't believe it.

"Hmm." Louis arched his body and kissed Dominic's throat. "You're going to hurt me hard, aren't you? You're going to teach me a lesson, aren't you?"

He clamped Dominique's cock between his ass.Dominique involuntarily jerked his hips and began to move again, unable to resist Louis' hungry movements and his own physical desire.He accelerated the speed of sprinting inside Louis, but he couldn't get rid of the feeling of depression.

"I'm only 31," he said.

Louis Lang cried out, his eyes clouded with desire.He looked into Dominique's face and said, "Okay. You're going to love me well, aren't you, Dad?"

Damn it!The difference between the two of them was ten years at most——"Devil Ray" checked the documents very strictly, and it was unlikely that Louis would sneak in with false documents.He must be at least 21 years old.Does Dominic really look like "Daddy" to him, or is it just a matter of sex?

In any case, Dominique is not sensitive to this kind of stuff.He really wanted to stop here, but he had already reached this juncture, and unless Louis called to stop, it was impossible; he simply made Louis so happy that he couldn't speak anymore-see if you still call "Daddy"!

Louis wants to be loved?Dominic will definitely love him well.

Dominic sat on his knees, pulled Louis' hips over his lap, spread those legs wide apart, and thrust his cock into Louis's tight pussy, pounding hard on his prostate from this angle.Louis yelled, incoherent but delighted; he closed his eyes and shook his head violently against the pillow while slapping himself.

Now, Louis had no more nonsense, just panting and moaning, which gradually turned into distraught whimpers, and finally cum on his belly.Mission accomplished, Dominic leaned forward again on Louis, stabbed him hard a few times, and shot, a contented growl echoing in his chest.

Dominique kissed Louis on the cheek, pulled out and took the condom off the bed and threw it in the trash.Then, he grabbed a handful of tissues from the bedside table and wiped it for Louis. The kid was dazed and humming with comfort. Dominique had to admit that it was quite tempting.Carlos and Jasmine next door can definitely hear Luis's cry, but this is a good reincarnation-the two bedrooms are only separated by a wall, and Dominic has not heard less love action movies of the couple sound effects.

Louis obviously wanted to stay overnight, and Dominique didn't refuse him.Dominic put an arm around his waist and gave him a small squeeze as Louis came over, using Dominic's shoulders as a pillow and running his fingers through Dominic's chest hair.

Louis fell asleep immediately, but Dominique couldn't fall asleep for a long time.He stared at the shadowy ceiling, listened to Louis' breathing, and tried to remember the last time - at least since he was Louis's age - he had sex with someone his age.

He couldn't remember at all.

[1] The famous LGBT cultural life community in Las Vegas, fruitloop originally means "crazy, madman" in slang, and fruit used to discriminate against gay men.

[2] The original text is written as "poppers", and "Rush" is a name that has been widely circulated in China. In fact, it is a brand of this type of product. It is essentially a mixed inhalant of nitrites. It was once used as an aphrodisiac in gay groups. Although it is not addictive, but due to strong side effects, the original product was later listed as a prohibited drug by many countries such as the United States and Australia.

[3] The scientific name is lysergic acid diethylamide, a strong hallucinogenic drug, which is generally banned worldwide.

[4] The original text is written as "SpecialK", which is a slang term for ketamine. This word is originally a cereal produced by Kellogg's.

[5] Approximately 195.6cm.