Novel & Cerita A Gambling Man

“Good! You two can go to bed now.” He said to his men. He’s got a lot of thinking to do. It was about his debtor named ‘John White’. Leonard’s informant just sent some information about this man. He’s so addicted to gambling at the moment. It happened a lot in Chicago, nothing strange about that. The city was full of casinos. All sorts of gambling to allure men pulled them in the deep dark hole, and once you’re down at the bottom, it’s very hard to get up again. *******************

I question over the loud music, seeming as if I were trying to engage in some form of small talk. He chuckles deeply at my words before placing his hand at the small of my back as he continues to lead us through the gambling hall, ignoring my question. My eyes roam the space, seeing nothing but women in long ball gowns and money hungry men with nothing but greed in their eyes as they proceed to throw away their money. The man brings us to a poker table, having him be greeted by a plethora of men as he takes an empty seat at the table. I look around uncomfortably, feeling uneasy underneath all of their excruciating gazes.

“For what amount ?” I can’t stop myself from grinning. “Now you’re talking like a mistress”. “As you professed to have never had one, I’m not certain how you know that”. “When men gamble, they do one of two things: they either grumble or they boast. And both are exaggerated. Nothing is as bad as they seem to make it sound, and none of them excel at whatever they are talking about to the extent that they would have one believe. But often the topics revolve around their wives or their mistresses”.

Aiden : what has she ever done to you? Man : she attracted me in the way that no other has ever done to me with her bump. She is used by you, still I am willing to accept her. Aiden : you bastard…. He was going to punch him when that man points his gun to calista. Man : aww how can you not remember your friend?? Making a sad pout, he spoke. Aiden : WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?? FUCKER… Shouted Aiden. Man : remember your best friend from childhood. When you both started working for that mafia?

I chuckled and look up to see him, "Ok dude, ill accept it but what do you expect me to do with a gambling addict? They probably do drugs too." But he didn't laugh or feel offended at my sarcastic remark, instead, he replied to me with a smirk, " They got some uses don't worry, they may be a gambling addict but they are proficient at martial arts. They can do anything for money and that's the good thing. It's easy to manipulate these guys when all they crave is money to gamble. It's foolish really, for them to borrow money from us when they play at our casino. HAHAHA!"

Don't fantasize about making money in crooked ways. "You gambled, didn't you?" He said righteously, "I am an old man. So what if I lose? I've got a few pieces of land at home, and I can feed myself till the day I die. But you're different. Once you are addicted to gambling, you are doomed. Gamblers barely win. Do you think you can earn money from casinos easily?" Chelsea was at a loss for words. Although what he said made a lot of sense, she kept having the feeling that he was playing double standards here.

9 billion. No one could afford this terrible number. The old man’s, Hong Ling’s, the rough man’s, the scar-faced man’s and Manager Lei’s looks were terrible. "How did you do it?" The old man was calm. "I’m just lucky!" said Chu Xun. He had said this to the male gambler beside him before. But was that possible? If anyone believed that he was just lucky, he or she was no different from a fool. "Do you want to continue?" Chu Xun asked calmly, knocking on his knees by his fingers.

Sighing, I patted him on the shoulder as I retrieved a pack of cigarettes from my drawer with my other hand. “Money, as you can see, Edgar, is not a problem for folks like us. See, I know about your gambling addiction, and I believe sincerely that it is okay for a man to gamble. Everybody has guilty pleasures.” I smiled at the shock on his face and the guilt in his eyes. I was barraging the poor man from all angles, and he was slowly turning into jelly in front of me. Pausing, I lit my cigarette, taking a deep drag. Yes, I had needed that.

"Grassfinch, he his a crazy gambler, they call him the king of gambling in this Casino...He his a weird guy...." "That is enough, I would wait for the grassfinch, and we can play with the others." Corbin said 'he needed something to keep her off his mind and all that she said.' After minutes of waiting, he suddenly felt tired of sitting in the Casino, with the grass finch nowhere to be found. He left the seat after a few sips from his glass of alcohol. Immediately he made to take the exit, a man clouded in black, reeking of alcohol, bumped into him "Sorry nigga." the man apologized walking into the Casino Corbin had just left.