In Bed With The MC President
"If a club loses the race but thinks they have the luck, they play the Ransom. High Card. One-on-one. The stakes are simple: a club girl for a club girl. You lose a hand, you lose an item of clothing. You lose the game... you get swiped. You belong to the enemy club for the night. No rules, no limits."
My stomach turned.
I looked at the "club girls" standing near the Kings. Some looked excited; others looked terrified. They were being treated like poker chips.
"Reaper has been winning all night." He added, stepping closer, his eyes lingering on the bruise on my neck that I had just revealed. "Which means he has got the most to lose. And I think I just found the girl I want to swipe."
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