Romans & histoires Dangerous Card Game

He turned sharply, marched back, and grabbed my arm, pulling us into the hall where no one else could hear. “How dangerous can it be?” he repeated, arching a brow. “Osborn, when you’re dealing with the underground world, everything is dangerous. These people are manipulative, selfish, and constantly trying to outdo one another. That's why they have so many enemies—and why they need bodyguards. You never know what might happen, even on a so-called protection job.”

"That this weirdo is spending so much money on you. You haven't met this guy before, but he knows work is hard for you and how stressed you are with all the gossip. He misses your eyes, your beauty." Kali stared at the box. "How many times did you read that card." "Is that what matters now? Listen to me. This guy can be dangerous. If he is making fantasies in his head and convincing himself that there is a relationship between the two of you. He could do something dangerous one of these days." Kali seemed to understand where he was going. She immediately shifted from sceptical to worried. He didn't want to scare her, but it was something that they had to address.

Yet my precious lamb chose violence for the night, disrupting my plans for us. The ring of my phone hauled me out of my thoughts. “Boss, we caught the intel,” a voice spoke from the other end. A smile formed on my lips hearing this news. It was time to play my favorite games. The entire place smelled of blood, rust, and rotting flesh—the echoes of their cries pleasing to my ears. The torture room was my favorite part of being in the game. Nobody betrays me without having a taste of my torture room. Being ruthless gives you the opportunity to last in these wild streets.

I'd played this game too many times. I fumbled again, and this time, a click echoed, amplified by the frantic beat of my heart. "Mona! Open this damn door!" His voice, thick with liquor and rage, vibrated through the thin wood. I didn't dare answer. Maybe by morning, he'd have forgotten the details, or at least be too hungover to care. But for now, I was getting out of here! I yanked the window open and peered outside. It was daytime, making everything visible, but no less terrifying. It was a long drop, and the thought of landing awkwardly, possibly breaking my neck, sent a wave of nausea through me. I wasn't ready to die yet.

“Are you okay?” “I am.” “You’re just being so serious with the card and everything.” “I don’t want you to miss me,” Rhett said. “But when you do miss me, look at the Joker card, remember that you’re a dick head, and visit me in Dubai.” “Sounds good.” Rhett winked at him. “Perhaps, we’ll play another game.” “I doubt it.” He frowned. “Yes. The Joker is the card for you.”

I exhale slowly and pick up my phone. Connor: 9 PM. Connor: My place or yours, Hater? My heartbeat stumbles. Then, before I can think too hard about it, I type: Maxime: Mine. Maxime: And don’t be late. Send. Simone lets out a scream so loud I nearly throw my phone. “Oh, you are DOWN BAD.” “I hate both of you.” Troy points his highlighter at me. “Remember us when this becomes emotionally catastrophic.” “Can everyone stop predicting my downfall for five minutes?”

The air around me was getting tensed and I could only feel myself heating up. I scroll down the pictures and come in contact with a video. My hands were shaking as I pressed play. This can't be true. It's him. It's Collins. I look up at him then at my glass. With one shot, I take in the full liquid and empty my glass. I drop it back on the table, angrily, not caring about the loud noise it made. I grab my purse and stomp out of the restaurant. "Jane." He called from behind.

“That makes the whole game boring, you shouldn’t have decided to play if you weren’t ready to do what the card says” A few people were gathered in Alicia’s kitchen to play a game of cards Anna had brought and obviously recommended. They didn’t wanna play the obvious ‘truth and dare games’ and ‘Never have I ever’ that everyone constantly played at parties. They wanted to try something new which is why Anna had recommended the little pack of red cards that had things written on them. The cards are placed on the kitchen counter and you get to pick one and read whatever it says and do it, nobody has the chance to say no.

They were calculating the risk of freeing me. "Just you?" Justin asked, realising the six of them could take me. "Yes," I nodded, " You have to promise to let us go after this," I said to him, and he laughed. " I need a form of assurance that you won't just take the money and kill us," I said, and Justin laughed. 'A smart one," he said, smirking. "Well, I guess you will never know. You will just have to hope," he said, and I knew they would try to kill us after the transfer. I was silent for a while and looked at my teammates.

" Of course they were all in! With the current cards, the four Gambling Kings' chances of winning had reached 100 percent. No matter what the dragon eye card revealed, Yasuo was bound to lose! "Three billion. We're in!" Wardell quickly calculated all the possible card combinations and burst into laughter. "Mister Carmell, in this round, our Grand Emperor Casino is temporarily in the lead, haha!" "Miss York, reveal the Dragon Eye card!" Beside him, the beautiful female dealer's expression changed abruptly. She stared intently at the last remaining card, her hands trembling as she gently flipped it over. It was the 10 of spades!