The Gambler Marvel Novels & Stories

“One of the gamblers at the casino is a longtime foe of the Sicilian mafia. You were still schooling in the UK back then, but Galileo knows him. He outsmarted us with substandard delivery, and it caused business trouble for us. We walked in on him, auctioning his daughter to get back some of the properties he’d lost while gambling.” “Then you joined in and emerged the highest bidder to have him at your mercy,” he figured out. “Exactly.” “I bet he was shocked to see you. Did he even recognize you? You weren’t this bulky years ago.” “Did I have a face surgery? Of course, he recognized me. He almost peed his pants.” “Who wouldn’t?” he muttered, chuckling. “And the lady you speak of is the basta

The atmosphere in the casino was pushed into a frenzy by that insane prize, and the chips piled higher and higher as everyone went red-eyed with greed. At that moment, the door was pushed open again, and a man with a black eyepatch over his left eye walked in. It was Domenico Carbone, Julian's sworn enemy. "Don Vitale, you're in a generous mood tonight, using your own woman as a prize." Domenico's leering gaze stayed locked on me.

Her eyes narrowed, “Mmh, he seems too smart for that. Why risk it?” It was my turn to smile, “I know something about him that you don’t.” “Mr. George Flask has a gambling problem,” Beta Ted supplied. While Lacy was busy being shocked, I slid some of the documents to her. “Here are all the debit statements for the last 15 years.” She received the stack and began flipping through it, “What am I doing with this?” “This,” I rested my hand on my own stack of files, “Are a list of all transactions good ol’ George had made in his favorite casino. If we compare notes, I am sure we will find some similar numbers.”

“If you’re ready, please swipe your card here. We can begin processing.” Two hundred million. I handed her my first card. A beat passed. Then: “Declined. Mrs. Alden, do you have another one?” The room broke into laughter. “Thorne,” someone cackled, “did you forget to give your little wife her allowance this month?” “She’s betting like a queen and doesn’t even have a dime.” “If you gamble without money, the rule is simple,” another man jeered. “You sell yourself.” “For two hundred million? I wouldn’t pay a thousand for that bitch. Still too expensive.”

As strategies go, I can’t fault it. Unfortunately for the Bratva - which my brother heads - he’s made no secret of the fact that he’ll gut anyone who tries to hurt me. It’s nothing personal, just that I’m the only remaining member of his family and also a valuable chess piece in his organized crime games – a strategic marriage might mean the difference between being friends or enemies.

Straight to my point. I leaned back in my chair, savoring the moment. “I'm not here for your stupid game. You know I don't give a shit about poker.” I gestured towards his newfound minion, my eyes locking into his, forcing him to face me. “I'm here for him.” The tables fell silent. The players, all of them seasoned gamblers, knew when the tension had reached a breaking point. Even the dealer paused for a moment, sensing that something bigger than the cards was at stake.

Ironically, the liquor that was supposed to fog his judgment was making him realize how he overplayed his card with her. "Do you wanna talk about it?" Pam asked carefully before she popped an olive in her mouth that came with her cocktail. Eli didn't take his eyes off the gaming area as he spoke. "You know what's the biggest problem of a gambler, Pam?" Pam didn't know where this conversation was heading, but since he was being so glum, the least she could do was humor him. "What?" she asked. "A gambler doesn't know when to quit. He's unstoppable when he's winning, of course. But when he starts losing, that's when a gambler becomes more consumed with the desire to win. Self-control's the firs

Everything turns silent inside me. “Yo, I’m on a roll,” a man shouts excitedly, as he reaches forward to scoop up his winnings. The croupier stands by impassively. There are two more men and a woman sitting at the same table. My eyes gaze at the man in shock. I have never seen him like this. He is at once foreign, magnificent, and frightening. Granddad once said all gamblers are magnificent when they are winning. Oh, Nigel, Nigel, Nigel. I never knew you. Never.

I will only rely on him because I can count on him. “That's crazy. Don't pay attention to what he tells you. It just likes to scare. O—” “WHY ARE YOU GAMBLINGN?!” I cried. I couldn't take it anymore... My chest is getting heavy, and the pain is because of the weight of what I'm carrying. My heart is full of anger. That why does he need to lighten my heart? We are indeed in a dangerous situation. Because of his gambling career. He touched both of my cheeks that I shook. Until he let go of touching my cheek. Then I turned my back on him and left the room with my tears still falling.

I said to Tiny. "Yep, this is where we make magic. This place is under the cop's radar and a safe place for people like us." Tiny smiled and winked at me. Some gamblers play cards and different types of games. It's not just a game of money or a priceless possession. It's a game where you bet your life on it. I was startled when I heard a gunshot coming from behind. One of the players was shot in the head after losing a bet on a card game.