Livia's POVAs I'm led into the gambling den thick with the smell of cigarettes, booze and desperation, I subconsciously make myself smaller, like the ugly leering faces will lose interest if I look small enough. In my twenty two years, I have never seen the inside of a gambling den and I could have gone a lifetime without this privilege. When I make my proposal to 'The boss' who is a shrewd wiry man with tiny beaded eyes, he throws back his head and laughs like I just made the joke of the century. "Does your job pay you a million dollars a month?" He asks and my jaw drops open. "She can't possibly be owing that much!" I say, dread unfurling in my gut like a poisoned flower. "She does. And if you cannot get that money between today and tomorrow, your house and everything in it is forfeit." "Where would I get that amount in two days?!” I cry. “Not my business.” He replies with a shitty grin. He has me and he knows it. My mind whirrs helplessly, looking for a way out and finding n
Last Updated : 2025-12-31
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