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The dealer burned a card. The tension at the table was thick enough to choke on. "Show them," Dante said, his eyes locked on mine. Julian flipped his cards. A King and a Queen of Spades. Twenty. It was a nearly unbeatable hand. Dante didn't flinch. He slowly turned over his own cards. Two Aces. Blackjack. A collective gasp went through the crowd. Dante had won. He had cleaned Julian out of five million euros in a single hand.

I use a cane to support myself now. The way he looks at me makes me uncomfortable. It's like he recognizes me. - You are an alpha? – he asks, frowning. - I was one, long time ago, now I'm just an old man. I see the turbines turning in Angel's head. I had to act fast. - What is your name?- he asks, and I sigh. I want to do this away from here, but he has already identified me. - My name is Jack. Angel gets up as if he had springs in the ass, and pointing his finger at me, he says:

~ Tina POV ~ "Ma'am, another drink?" The cocktail waitress leaned over my shoulder, her voice cutting through the casino's relentless chiming and clicking. I didn't look up from the blackjack table. Couldn't. My hands were shaking too badly, and I needed them steady for the next hand. "Whiskey. Double." The cards blurred in front of me. Twenty-three thousand down in two hours. Jesus Christ, Tina. What are you doing?

Kenji began introducing the men at the table one by one. All of them owned big companies and had a high net worth. Kenji then asked, "What would you like to start with, buddy?" "Anything works. Your call," Wilbur replied calmly. Kenji nodded with a smile. "Let's go with blackjack, then. It's an easy game. Are you alright with that, buddy?" "Of course! I like blackjack too." Kenji waved a hand, and two bodyguards brought four boxes over at once. They opened them and put them on the table. All the boxes were filled with cash.

She felt naked without her gun. "Blackjack is not gambling, Harper," Sebastian leaned heavily on his cane, adjusting his bowtie. His face was pale, but his eyes were razor-sharp. "It is a statistical probability distribution. And right now, the probability of us starving is 100%." "So let's change the odds." He offered her his arm. "You are the player. I am the... eccentric uncle." "Listen to my voice. Do exactly what I say." [The Table] They sat at a high-stakes Blackjack table. The dealer was a man with a gold tooth and dead eyes. "Minimum bet is fifty," he grunted.

Bohdan replied. “Poker requires skill. I can bluff my way into a win every time. You can’t bluff your way into a blackjack.” “Touché’, but that’s the game I choose, take it or leave it.” Preacher Jack hesitated because he had no choice but to give in. “Fine, Blackjack it is.” “Get the cards and we’ll play. How soon can you get a deck?” “I’ll need something to trade,” Preacher Jack replied. “What’s worth a deck of cards down here?”

"You said you were married at my age! Is everything understood only when married? Manorama fell silent when Anushka asked the question. Amarnath's mood was very bad. • He lost in the last hand because of Navani's fault. Navani is the maid of their garden. Very eager to play cards but can't keep his head right at the end. After getting only four suits, he settled on three spades with a double on twelve points. The opponent won by doing that. Otherwise Amarnath would win even if they played games. When the game was over, Navani said with a black face, 'I thought you would have an honour card of two colours and a diamond in your hand.

“Place your bets. Minimum is one million dollars.” A pause. “And a reminder—no splits allowed. Your opening bet is one of only two chances to raise your stake. The other is double down. And aces count as eleven—so blackjack is within easy reach.” Stefan glanced at me. “One million?” I nodded. No reason to go higher—not yet. I watched Stefan enter the amount on the screen in front of us. Across the room, the other booths did the same. The host began dealing, moving from booth to booth with practiced ease.

I cannot bear to lose this match. Taking a glance at his surroundings, he was about to put his fingers under his sleeve to pull out the card, deceiving the others, when suddenly Shadow put the ace card and the face card on the table, in front of her opponent. "Blackjack" Shadow declared as she gazed at her opponents who seemed to be thunderstruck. Jace gasped at the unexpected loss. Never did he guess that his best friend would lose a match against an assassin. "Now it's given that Weylin Turner will merge his business with Blake Turner," the old master's face beamed with joy. Turning towards his subordinate, he smiled. "Well done, Shadow! I am so proud of you."

Blackjack rules were simple and many relied on luck, especially those low-tier players. For high-tier players, it was a game of technique and mind games. The surprising thing was that once Buffy sat down at the blackjack table, she became a titan and beat all the men. Half an hour later, all the men who thought they were professionals lost everything. They got embarrassed and angry but Buffy remained calm and composed, not flinching one bit. Judging from her relaxed demeanor, she must have held back from the beginning, or else the men would have lost even more.