A Gambling Man Novels & Stories

“On my turf, you kick my people. How do you plan to make amends, Miss?” The crowd parted instinctively. A young man in a black shirt, three buttons undone at the chest, one hand shoved in his pocket, a half-smoked cigar dangling from his lips, strutted forward. Every step radiated dominance. I arched an eyebrow. “You… run this casino?” He smirked, dangerous and charming. “Genuine article.” “You sure?” “Then… who do you think I am?” I blinked. “I thinks you’re just the male model from the nightclub next door.”

Panicking during a panicking situation never helped. They threw me on the ground. I was trying to breathe calmly. But my heart was running wild. It felt like I was about to have a heart attack in no time. “He didn't have any money, so he decided to keep his apartments. But he paid with better merchandise.” I heard from the same man who was at the apartment. “Let me see then!” I heard another man, with a deep voice and thick Italian accent. Something that would make a woman's heart tickle, not in an innocent way. The sack was pulled off of my head and I snapped my eyes shut as the light stabbed needles in my eyes.

The man over there: Well, I was a bit short on cash and in urgent need, so I had no choice but to come to you, Annabelle. Annabelle: How much do you need? The man over there: Five million. Annabelle: So much? No, I can't come up with it. If all this money is transferred at once, Baron will find out. The man over there: I had to receive it within an hour, please Annabelle, I beg you. Annabelle: Did you tell me the truth? Did you go gambling again? The man over there: It's not true, I promised you a long time ago that I would stop gambling, I really need the money. You also know that I have been working hard to build our future together.

i asked while mariano smiled as he took out his cigarette. “you know, i wanted to request for some money, because my business has been falling and i’ve lost most of my money on gambling, women and drugs. But i just realized that it wouldn’t hurt to make one last bad decision, after all you really want this don’t you?” he asked me. What was this man insinuating, of course i wanted it, i have always wanted it. I could literally kill anyone for this because ones i get this, most of my problems will be solved, and i was sure he knew this, so why is he asking dumb question?

I pulled the massive pot toward me as Leslie slapped her hand on the table with a proud grin. “I told you, my man doesn’t disappoint,” Leslie said, knocking on the table, her voice loud with satisfaction and a proud smirk on her face. Gambling is my thing—it’s like I was born for it. It runs in my blood. I’ve never failed, not once. Flo’s sugar daddy, a balding, hairy, and heavyset man, stood up with an angry expression, fuming at his loss. 'Stupid fucking old man,' Ghost said in my head.

It is a trick that has been used by people who are after money since the beginning of the game. February 20, 2011 My win rates have been going higher and higher. I thought that I would win this night, but I was wrong. There is this guy who is a total psycho when it comes to gambling. He bet with no tomorrow, and it happened that he was my component. This guy is handsome, but I hate his laugh. I lost big time, and he told me that it was a waste of time to play with me. I didn’t react, but I was boiling with anger inside. I wanted to crush his head with the chair. I want to erase his cockiness and replace it with fear. How I loved to see it in his face.

the man with the mustache explained. "He hasn't been in this village for a long time; he returned four months ago. Lately, he's become addicted to gambling and has sold all of his mother's assets," another man said. I took a deep breath. "So, can't the police do anything about it?" "Didn't you hear what we just said? He's been in and out of jail. What else can be done to a bastard like that?" The other men took a sip of their drinks. "Get over here, you bitch!" Horton suddenly shouted even louder, then threw a glass, shattering it against the bartender's wall. Some of the shards hit Ariel's arm, and I could see streaks of blood on it.

"The late Mr. Jones had a gambling addiction, and as a result, he slowly lost his company's money. To make up for it, he gambled away your house, hoping to make up for everything he lost, but he finally looked at it. Then a wealthy older man offered him at the casino. He lent him a sizeable sum of money and used it again for gambling without hesitation, winning. On the house and the land, he redeemed the winnings. However, he persisted with his gambling to recoup the mortgaged corporation. Mateo borrowed it from his borrower and agreed to return it when he received the older man's money. Mateo Lombardi was someone he indeed regarded as a friend. And to make matters worse, he owed him a lot o

"I wished it is a lie, Senor. But it is the truth. You're going to give up all your wealth by gambling. After your foolish decision, your family will suffer, not until with my father. He managed to rise above from the total despair of our family." "For your information, senorita, your story has some holes. I do play and gamble, but I am a professional gambler. I don't gamble with emotion. I acquired some of my wealth by gambling because I'm good with it. And now, you're telling me I will lose everything? Preposterous!" "Don't gamble, okay. Avoid it at all cost." "Senorita Gabi, or whoever you are. Of all the absurdities, I heard yours win it all." He laughed mockingly and shook his head. "Fr