Stacking The Deck นิยาย & เรื่องราว

The spaced-out words were rife with incredulity. "Yes." "You're fucking serious about this?" "Very. Do I seem like a man who calls pack alphas to make absurd claims?" "I don't know what you like to do for shits and giggles." "Dangle worthless criminals from rooftops until they cry for their mothers." Thaddeus also enjoyed walks in the park, looking for muggers and rapists to chase. And visiting prisons to spook the inmates into renouncing their wicked ways. Oh, and the debauching of virgins, especially those born to religious families.

Dante dealt the cards. I look at my cards, a pair of jacks with an ace high. Not too bad. The flop is 3, 9, and 10 all off suit. I raise it, and Dante calls it. Next is a seven; I raise again, and Dante calls. Last comes an Ace. I raise a bit to see what Dante is going to do. He immediately goes all in. Shit, does he have three of a kind with Aces? I sit there pondering.

Nate asked. “It’s called Egyptian Rat Screw, and the point is to get all the cards,” I answered while laying my card down. The game is simple. A deck of face cards gets distributed evenly among the players. Nobody looks at their cards. Each player places a card in the middle face up. If a Jack is played, the next player has one chance to play a face card or an Ace otherwise the player who laid down the Jack gets the pile. A Queen gives you two chances to get a face card, King three chances, and an Ace four chances. Also, if you slap doubles, you get the pile. “Poker is a lot more fun,” he grumbled.

“I did not cheat.” “Then how were you able to win every time!? It’s like you know our cards!” Marvon gives off a sigh. His expression looks like he would rather not explain himself to idiots, but after seeing that I am looking at him, he complies. “I just memorized the back of the cards. See, your deck of cards is old and is developing unique creases and folds on the edges.” It seems like I wasn’t the only one who was struck by what I have heard because everyone seems to be gawking.

The dealer has been stacking the deck. “What are you laughing at?” He asked. “You owe money to a crook, the dealer was stacking the cards on you. That’s how you kept on losing when you bet big and winning when you bet small” I told him. “What?” He looked at us in shock. “Yep, if you had come to talk to Jack, we could have found all of this out for you. Instead, you chose to steal and now fuck yourself” I watched the realisation sink in and grinned. I walked over to my tools and pulled out my throwing stars. I did not get to use them much these days, thankfully Jack still had my spinning wheel set up. Jack followed my eyes and chuckled.

“A card is going to tell me whether you’re telling the truth.” “Tarot always tells de truth. But ya don’t believe me. So pick a card.” This is fucking idiotic. I pull a card, turning it so she can see it. Naturally, it’s Justice. I wonder how she manages to stack the deck and still look like she’s shuffles it? Hell, maybe all the cards in it are Justice. “You see? De truth.” Taking the card, she tucks her deck away. The huge-ass spider scurries under her hair and I flinch.

The ladies discussed the rules for a few more seconds, then decided it was time to get started. I could tell the wine had made both of them more courageous than normal. So after a quick decision, Jen was to go first, Tiff was to be second and I was going to be last. Jen rolled first, a three, and moved into an open spot. Tiffany rolled a five and had an open spot as well. Great, I was going to be the first one carded, I had no luck at all. I was relieved to roll a three and take my place next to Jen. Jen rolled again and once again managed to find an empty spot to land in. Tiffany picked up the dice nervously and rolled a six, which landed her into a red square, which by the way was instantl

“The first time going through the deck, I never place a single card. Do you want to know why?” “Why?…” “Well,” my lips curled in amusement. “It would be unwise to act before you fully grasp the hand you are being dealt. Patience, more times than not, plays out better than a quick attack. What if I were to start stacking my cards, and then get to the bottom of my deck to see I have a card I cannot place because I stacked others without a plan in my race to finish the game. Often, in the end, forfeit is the only option.

As expected, something felt strange the instant the deck shifted. No matter how I cut it, the thickness of the deck seemed to remain the same. Before I could think it through, Lawrence snatched the cards from me, impatience flashing in his eyes. "Why are you taking so long? Are we playing or not?" That confirmed it. There was definitely something wrong with the deck. I hadn't expected Lawrence to be a professional at rigging games. I quietly took out my phone and quickly sent Dad a message, telling him to secretly bring over the same kind of deck we had at home. Buying a new deck and swapping it in would be far too obvious.

But at this time, John interrupted and said, "We are playing the stacking game. Do you want to join, Vincent?" Stacking game? Vincent glanced sideways at the two people on the ground and immediately reacted. Then, he said, "I want... I want..." With his hands raised high, the little fellow threw himself over excitedly. Then, he directly jumped onto his mother's back and pressed down on the two adults below. He couldn't stop laughing. "The stacking game is so fun, so fun..." Natalie, "..." Jerk, what stacking game? Was there anyone like him who taught his son how to cheat his mother like this?