Betting On You Lynn Painter Novels & Stories

“But don’t expect me to go down without a fight.” “Which one do you bet to win?” I heard Kathleen's voice as if she was an announcer because of how loud her voice were. “I bet the Luna!” “Garrick has an advantage, I'll bet on Garrick!” Hearing those loud voices of them, betting which one who would win, I let out a heavy sigh and couldn't help but chuckle, especially when Kathleen was collecting payments from it. Probably she would use the monet to treat herself to a drink.

Mina asked as she used the restroom. “Why would I take your money? You already know I don’t lose.” Lucky said, looking at Mina in the mirror as she washed her hands. “You never lose when we bet while we are playing games or betting on whether someone will win or lose a game. This is different, this is betting to see if Lahni and Lynn will know you had sex without you saying a word.” Mina said, holding her hand out for Lucky to shake. “When I win, you will have to share every snack you eat with me until I leave to go back home.” Lucky said, trying to shake Mina’s hand but she pulled her hand outta reach.

"Is everything alright, Mr. Lynn? You look pale." Lynn forced himself to turn away from the painting. His hands were shaking. He clenched them into fists. "I'm fine," he said, his voice hollow. "I've just seen all I need to see here." He walked out of the gallery, the bright sunlight feeling harsh and accusing. The cage was still there, but now a serpent had slithered inside, offering him a key made of lies and half-truths. And Lynn, his heart burning with a renewed, righteous fury, was seriously considering taking it.

~Third Person~ Lynn steps back after slapping Sonya. The women glare at each other, sizing each other up. There are quiet cheers of encouragement in the crowd, but most silently watch the match unfold. Sonya starts to move around the ring, and Lynn does the same. They circle each other in an attempt to assess any strengths and weaknesses. Lynn stops moving and puts herself into a fighting stance. Sonya follows suit, glaring at Lynn. “WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR BITC?! IS THE MIGHTY BETA SCARED TO MAKE A MOVE?”

His laptop was open by his side to monitor when the patrons will click in. The assassins will be arriving in the next ten minutes so he was going to use that time to get in bets. His eyes went to his laptop when the first notification came in The bet was on Lion. two million. Percy smiled and watched as another bet came in. Two more followed and they were all on Lightning. Three million, two million and one million.

Wait… Perhaps I can try this…’ Lynn regained his energy as he quickly type a new number code. 0-3-0-3-9-7 Ding! It is Shannon’s birthdate! ‘The heck?! Why are you using my girlfriend’s birthdate!’ Lynn actually didn’t expect this to be correct. He just had a sudden thought after recalling how obsessed this guy was with his girlfriend. Now that his hunch was proven correct, he realized just how desperate this guy was! “Ugh… Whatever, I’ll see whatever secrets you have here.” Lynn muttered as he looked inside the safe box.

Lynn scooted out of the staff break room while she stuffed her mini tarot deck into the pocket of her pants. April stared at the door as it closed. If Lynn worked, her cards right… Crap, she had a lifetime companion and now she needed to figure out how to tell him… She needed to find him… Then after the disaster between the coven and the Vagas Moon Alpha pairing. How much drama will come from the coven about this pairing?

“You wanted to go against Jocelyn because Zayn likes Jocelyn. What does this have to do with me?” Lynn let out a bone-chilling laugh. “Is that so? I would like to see if Skyler would hear what I say. Anyways, I don’t have anything now. I’m not afraid of anything either, Yvonne Rand!” Yvonne’s expression changed again. She glared at Lynn harshly and said, “Alright, you win this time. However, I’ll only help you once!” Lynn’s frightening smile faded as she said, “That’s enough!”

But in the next sentence, Lynn shattered it. “My mate was the beta to Brandon. My mate was Derek.”

The room fell dead silent. Shawn Ford's hand trembled visibly as he held his cigarette, sending gray ash flying onto his designer trousers. Tiffany Lynch's eyes gleamed with naked greed as they locked onto the deed. "Joanna, have you lost your mind? That's a 20-million-dollar property," she gasped. I smiled and pushed the deed toward the center of the table. "Why? Are you scared to accept the bet?" Shawn's expression darkened. He stubbed out his cigarette hard in the ashtray.