The Gambler Marvel Novels & Stories

“You sold me. To wipe away gambling debt and screw over the biggest mafia family in town. To a man I don’t even know anymore. That’s what you’re telling me?” I can’t even look at Gabriele right now. The fear clawing its way through my veins is too much. I don’t know what he’s been through since he left, but whatever happened, it’s changed him. The way he looks at me… it’s not love. It’s not lust. It’s ownership.

-Ah, how I missed you, baby. I brought one of my hands to the heavy and valuable object. My little toy was fully gold-plated, having only a few black details on the grip, where contained the initials of my name carved in golden gold. The man looked at me with a fearful look before closing the case and walking away. I held the gun firmly with one of my hands, and with the other I slid the tip of my fingers on the details of the gun. I felt so much more powerful with my baby in my hands, as if I gained super powers. As if nothing and no one could affect me. As if Karla Camila Cabello was the most powerful queen of this world.

Being used for other things like wealth, house and mom's shares, I was habitual of being used. “Hmmm! Then take your panties off and give them to me.” He blurted out all of a sudden and I choked on my own breath. “What?” I asked out of surprise. “I must check what I am gambling my pleasure of torture for. I must know now if you will forever obey me like a good girl, or will you be bad. You don't get to have all the privileges.” As if he understood what I was thinking about, he explained it all to me clearly.

I said, studying the face and trying to imagine interacting with this man. Sloane pulled up the next photo—a younger man, maybe early forties, with olive skin and calculating eyes. "Marcus DeAngelo. Italian-American, runs most of the high-stakes gambling operations on the East Coast. You've invested in several of his ventures. He's smooth, charming, will try to feel you out through conversation. Don't give him anything. Keep your cards close."

“An idiot with a problem. If he doesn’t pay today, then he’s a dead idiot and won’t be my problem anymore.” Jerry Harrison is everything wrong with the world—drugs (not purchased by us, because he wouldn’t be able to afford a fraction of them), booze, and a good dose of gambling. Last night, he decided my casino was the place to test his luck and my patience and not the first time either apparently. Ran up a tab he couldn’t pay. Thought he could walk out of here smiling. CCTV never lies, and my patience disagrees. Smug bastard right now—but not for long. Definitely not for long.

I watch him pass me and note the lettering on the back of his cut. Nightmare Warriors.

His confession made me sick. "I wonder why you are the only man who isn't inclined to men as we all do," He referred to Dee. "You are all sick," I said angrily, clutching tightly to my gun. He stared at Gio with a sinister smirk, one I only saw when he was about to take care of defaulters. "Gio would make a nice lover. I know he is underage and it's illegal but I love Gio so much. And I will do everything possible to avenge his sister's death," He announced.

I am ready to play with that amount then he gives the card to Arial and Arial say you are something because I know this watch is worth 1,00,000$ but I am very kind-hearted I am ready to play then Arial stop time and see all the cards and exchange with good ones. he removes the bullet from a revolver and all the money from their wallet after 5 minutes later. Arial win the game but the founder of this casino is angry and he gives an order to kill Arial boss:- you win I can believe that even after I cheated but I cannot accept to let you go without giving that watch

I chuckled and look up to see him, "Ok dude, ill accept it but what do you expect me to do with a gambling addict? They probably do drugs too." But he didn't laugh or feel offended at my sarcastic remark, instead, he replied to me with a smirk, " They got some uses don't worry, they may be a gambling addict but they are proficient at martial arts. They can do anything for money and that's the good thing. It's easy to manipulate these guys when all they crave is money to gamble. It's foolish really, for them to borrow money from us when they play at our casino. HAHAHA!"

I said. "You want to gamble?" Marco asked, but I shot him a glare that made him lower his eyes. I'm Alessio DeLuca; why should I sit at a table gambling with losers when I have tons of money in my pocket? I wasn't just a mafia boss; I was a multi-billionaire. I told Marco what I wanted, and he gave me a seat where I could easily see everyone who walked into the gambling hall inside the nightclub. With my black hat covering my eyes, I awaited the arrival of the so-called Zach.