They Gambled With My Body, My Papa Bet Their Lives
As Don Julian Vitale's woman, I've accompanied him every step of the way, from the streets all the way to the peak.
It all starts because I don't like the way Julian's god-sister, Milena Santoro, uses so much force in dressing my wounds that I've dismissed her in favor of other people.
The next day, my explicit photos are plastered all over the underground casino's chips.
I clutch my abdomen, which still sports the stab wound I've blocked for Julian. As I search for him, I end up overhearing his subordinates' lewd laughter outside a private room.
"Winona sure is hot, Don Vitale! Now that her body's printed all over the chips, our luck has tremendously increased as well!"
"That's not it! Previously, Don Vitale rewarded me by letting me grope Winona's chest! Because of that, I was able to seal a business deal that's worth tens of millions of dollars!"
"Then again, Don Vitale, won't Winona get into a fight with you for spreading her explicit photos like this?"
Julian puffs out some smoke while toying with a casino chip with my crotch printed on it.
"She's just a plaything whom Lady Luck favors. Without my protection, she's even lower than a mutt. Besides, she's nothing compared to Milena, and yet she has the gall to complain about how much force Milena uses in dressing her wounds?"
As the crotch-imprinted chip is flung onto the table carelessly, I feel my heart dying once and for all.