Novel & Cerita Alvin And The Chipmunks: The Road Chip Miles

What he'd seen on the street and what was printed on that report added up to the same thing. He shoved Sabrina off him, hard. She stumbled two steps. Shock bloomed across her face. Dante walked straight to the cashier's cage. The server's tray shook as he got close. He leaned down and picked up a black chip between two fingers. His shirt cuff was white under the chandelier. The knuckles holding the chip were rough with calluses—the kind you get from years of handling a gun, or cards. Cold, hard, quiet. A black chip in the Vegas underground meant no-limit obedience. Half a million dollars.