The Gambler Novelas e Histórias

“The truth is, Pablo's not usually home because he likes to frequent the gamblers' den.” “It's at the other side of town. It's not so safe there for pretty boys like you,” she said with a wink. I faked laughter. “Do I look like I can't handle myself?” I asked her, and she blushed in response. The gamblers' den was in the red light district, some distance away from the village Pablo lived in. The den itself was a warehouse that was sectioned by galvanized roofing sheets. It was filled with men within his age group and stank of piss and feces. It was hot, humid, and noisy.

Some smiled, for they had bet big, and others cursed even the twentieth generation of the distributor. - "Now we know I'm really unlucky. With your permission, sir" Lora commented, with total indifference, and started walking away from the table. His job was to oversee the cocktail's progress, not guarantee the players victory. - "Wait" the man muttered, and then grabbed the redhead's wrist before she could pull away. - "Some problem?" she turned to him. - "You made me lose a lot of money here" the gambler complained, and his smile had lost half its interest.

I explained, without letting go of her face. Each of them is a born player, addicted to gambling money, gamblers who come to compete here are not always completely honest. it is dirty, stained money but no one touches my players, because touching one of them is getting involved with me, and if they mess with me, they we mess with the whole pack. Nobody in this city wants to get involved with the wolves. I see you understand, doll. I let go of her face, but I continued after the players made money for me, and in return, I kept their lives.

I trust them, just as I trust her to understand the necessity of my actions. Walking the corridor, the distant strains of music grow louder, enveloping me in the rhythm of the club. As I enter, the crowd's energy washes over me. Gamblers revel in the uncertainties of chance, their laughter and fervor mixing with the melodies. Amid this vibrant chaos, a worker catches my eye. I need answers, and I'm not one to wait. I halt him, demanding to be taken to the one who runs this establishment. He complies, leading me through the labyrinthine passages that define this underworld.

She had the phone of the man she blackmailed doing her dirty work. Unknown to many, gambling is also one of Caroline's hobbies. But unlike usual gamblers, Caroline is there hunting for people she could make her puppets in doing her dirty works. She has money to burn from her family, but she wants to hang out in places like casinos and gambling houses for reasons like she had today.

" so are you saying that the unknown gamer was a pretty boy?" I chuckled at his question, she's pretty but not a boy haha. " yes, and it will drive his fans crazy" END OF CHAPTER 41

he asks, flashing his signature grin. One woman blushes. “Sin City, obviously.” He tips her a wink. “Right answer.” At the VIP booth, Nate waves DeMarco in. “The king has arrived!” DeMarco slides into the booth, suit and tie pristine. “Don’t let me interrupt. I see the whiskey flowing.” Steph, sunglasses indoors, smirks. “We were starting to take bets on how many numbers you’d collect tonight.” “That depends,” DeMarco says, scanning the club. “What’s the over-under?”

The room erupted in laughter, and countless pairs of eyes turned to me, waiting for a show. One classmate I knew somewhat well leaned in and whispered, "Lucas, don't be rash. Shane learned his dice skills from Hillary herself, and she's placed in international competitions. Playing against him is basically suicide." Naturally, I hadn't forgotten that fact. My wife, Hillary Sheffer, could make dice dance like magic in her hands. So, the several million dollars she'd just lost to Shane had to have been somewhat deliberate. Frowning, Hillary walked over and reached for my arm. "Why are you even gambling? You don't know anything about this. Get up. We're going home."

During the argument, the gambler sneered and said: "I heard you got married. Your wife is that girl from the Hemingway family clinic, right? If you won't give me money, I'll just ask her for it instead. I'm her father-in-law. You think she'd dare refuse me?" That single sentence made the already weakened Zack completely lose control. He lunged at him like a madman. However, how could he possibly beat someone desperate enough to kill without hesitation? It did not take long before Zack was pinned to the ground, beaten until he was covered in injuries. Even then, he still refused to let go of him. "If you dare go near her, I'll kill you!" Those words completely

His voice started to waver a little as well. "Don't think of me like that! You are my woman, forever mine! Unless I die one day, or else, I will never let you go for anyone else! Never!" He held her tightly. He tried to warm her ice-cold heart with his body's warmth. "I have gambled since I was ten years old. After I turned twenty, I have never lost any game if I wanted to win. The casino is a place that I have played until I don't want to play anymore! I seem to have a gift for this. I would know how to win the game once I saw through it with a look. It is as if I have received professional training for it... I have no interest in this at all! When did you ever see me gamble? Today is an ex