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5. Poker Night III
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Dimitri was friends with the owner. He knew him after all, which was why nobody batted an eye.I’d trapped myself the moment I invited him and his brothers.The task had been fairly simple, but now it meant nothing at all.Breath felt hard to come by as my heart clenched and my skin went cold. I wondered if he could feel it from where his grip remained.“You knew all along,” I managed to say in a whisper, still frozen in place.Those dark, entrancing blue eyes looked back at me, and he wore his triumph like a mask. He was more than satisfied with the outcome, it seemed.“You made it too easy. I’m wondering if I should thank you.”That made my eyes narrow in his direction, torn between fear and fury.There was no denying how utterly screwed I was. I was in an unfamiliar place without backup present, and nobody was on my side. Only I could have my back now, but that felt like an impossible ask given the situation.Dimitri nudged me on, but I remained put, looking at him in disbelief. We
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Dimitri was friends with the owner. He knew him after all, which was why nobody batted an eye.I’d trapped myself the moment I invited him and his brothers.The task had been fairly simple, but now it meant nothing at all.Breath felt hard to come by as my heart clenched and my skin went cold. I wondered if he could feel it from where his grip remained.“You knew all along,” I managed to say in a whisper, still frozen in place.Those dark, entrancing blue eyes looked back at me, and he wore his triumph like a mask. He was more than satisfied with the outcome, it seemed.“You made it too easy. I’m wondering if I should thank you.”That made my eyes narrow in his direction, torn between fear and fury.There was no denying how utterly screwed I was. I was in an unfamiliar place without backup present, and nobody was on my side. Only I could have my back now, but that felt like an impossible ask given the situation.Dimitri nudged me on, but I remained put, looking at him in disbelief. We
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Kings Of The Bratva 4. Poker Night II
Maria "Mhm," I hummed in return, not interested in becoming buddy-buddy with him. I returned my gaze to Dimitri and put out the remainder of my cigarette on the ashtray. "No brothers tonight?"Dimitri sucked his teeth and dropped into the chair next to mine nonchalantly. His cold blue eyes held mine without wavering. "They couldn't make it. Unfortunately, it's just us and whoever else decides to show up."My stomach turned at the prospect, but I held myself together. "Oh boo. Maybe next time."His brows shot up. "Already planning on next time?""I'm sure you'd love that."Dimitri shrugged as the private room started filling with a handful of others to whom I had extended an invite. While I wasn't exactly interested in befriending them, it didn't hurt to have potential partners, or witnesses at the very least.Before long, the same employee, who would end up being our dealer for the game, returned and he ensured everyone had their drinks before beginning.I greeted the others with as
Kings Of The Bratva 3. Poker Night
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