Gotham Pool Tables Novels & Stories

ARRETT Cole sinks the eight ball and throws his arms up like he just won a championship. “That’s five games in a row. Pay up, Nash.” “Fuck off. You’re cheating somehow.” “I’m not cheating, you’re just shit at pool.” Nash flips him off and drains the rest of his whiskey. We’ve been at the penthouse since around eight and it’s past midnight now. The kind of night where nobody has anywhere to be and we’re all too comfortable to leave.

I smirk at him and go inside. An old rock song is heard through the speakers and suddenly I am surrounded by a lot of people pushing me from side to side, at the bar, there are several waitresses devastated by the extreme demand for alcohol. I make out some steps at the back of the room that leads to a higher room with a pool table in the center, cut off by a red velvet rope. I start to push people and make my way between them until I reach the steps, receiving various complaints and elbows. I remove the rope that prevents my passage and goes inside, but I am stopped by two other two gorillas that take three heads from me.

There were at least a dozen different pinball machines. The open area with the concrete flooring held a pool table, an air hockey table, two of those chain caged basketball games, one regular size and one mini and even a skeeball game. There was a football toss, a strength grip machine, a coin pusher and even a couple claw machines. I couldn’t even imagine how much all of this would have cost to get it in here. “Oh my God, Owen! This place is amazing!” I couldn’t help but just stare, completely awestruck that this could actually be inside someone’s house. “Where in the world did you get all this stuff?”

My boots barely made any sound because of the soft fur rug and I walked downstairs quickly, not taking the elevator in case she forgot something and came back. The city of Seoul is bustling at night. I hailed down a taco and sat behind. “Where to sir?” “The best casino you have here.” The man muttered something about foreigners but I ignored him, excited. I paid him when he came to a stop, coming down in front of the casino. It is exactly like the ones at home. There's a regal butler standing there. “Where is the pool table?” “Hello sir,” she smirked, bowing slightly. “Our pool players are requested to hold a minimum of five thousand dollars in the account.”

I can already picture myself sneaking in here late at night, wrapped in a blanket, pretending this life is mine. Then comes a game room, another space that looks straight out of a billionaire's dream. There's a pool table under a low-hanging light fixture, a poker table that practically begs for whiskey and secrets, and dartboards mounted on either end of the wall. It's the kind of room where men make bets they shouldn't and I probably shouldn't want to watch. Next is the gym. Floor to ceiling mirrors, high end machines, more space than a PSP Gym. The air smells like cedar and sweat and something distinctly masculine. I pretend not to imagine him working out in here, shirtless and sweaty, mu

Like he cared? I ran my finger along the top rail of the table. It was beautiful—crafted from slate with vintage charm. I smirked and tilted my head, letting him know I was definitely still in it. I could play pool in my sleep. "It's a hundred to enter," he announced. I gaped. That much? Did he think we were made of money? I almost smacked my head in disbelief. Of course, he did—we were in a mansion. Rolling my eyes, I pulled out my old, worn leather wallet and slapped 40 bucks on the table.

That's what happens here all the time so it's nothing new Loud moans could be heard from different directions. There's a pool where the dead bodies of numerous ladies were thrown in there. A table was kept in the middle where men on black suits were all seated gambling, some were receiving blowjobs from their bitches, while those who weren't interested stayed at the table smoking from a long pipe, one among those men was.. 'Draco' is the man I am going to see right now. "Draco! Draco!" I yelled rushing towards him.

he narrowed his eyes at me, “any reason you asked us to tag along with you Mr. one and done?” I rubbed the back of my neck, “thought it would be fun, I need to get out of my own head, relax, have a laugh or two, plus I hear Antonia has added some things since Abi and Christov sold it to her brother, she’s put in a few pool tables,” he shrugs, “girls in short skirts, bending over a pool table.” Gamma Gabe chuckled, “yea, you enjoy that, I have the only one that will satisfy me now,” he stood and arched his brow, “ready we have training and the pups today.”

"When I started feeling sexy as hell. I want the outside to match the inside. All part of this new game of ours." He knew he still looked confused, his brows bunched up over his nose. "Are you planning on meeting someone tonight?" She winked at him. "Always be prepared. My new motto." He shook his head. "As I said the other night, I'll follow your lead." The Corner Pocket was a small pool place tucked back in the middle of a shopping plaza on the beach. With fifteen tables lined up in five rows of three, surrounded by tables and chairs, and an old oak bar set to the east of the building, the establishment was alive with eighties rock and loud conversation. Glasses clinking mingled with the c

The grass grew longer and thicker, but Uncle James was in front of him, and that made the unease slightly easier to handle. Then finally, they reached the pool area the Mayor had been talking about. Three large swimming pools lay next to each other, about five meters of concrete separated them. The bricks on the walkways were crumbling, and the interior of the pools was covered with graffiti from youngsters that had gone in as a dare. “That wouldn’t have been you Bradley?” Brian grinned when he spotted the rough outline of a guitar at the bottom of one of the nicer pools. Bradley just grinned. “Might have been, being the idiot that I was back in the day.” He replied.