The Gambler Novelas e Histórias

Make big bucks? Lester knew what she was talking about and smiled indifferently. He smacked Gigi’s round bottom and teased, “Make big bucks? How big? Bigger than you, Gigi?” “Ah! You’re so naughty!” Gigi swatted away Lester’s hand and said, “I’m serious, Lesty! “There’s a new gambling den downstairs. It’s a simple game of Grand Hazard. There are no tricks and no fancy stuff. It’s just a 50-50 chance, and the odds are one-to-one. If you win, you get double the amount you bet.

We danced around the shadow, lurking in dark places to search for him until I finally got a whiff of his scent. “There's the rat.”My mouth stretched into a grin and we watched him through the crack of the roof. Just like the report, Liam was among the gamblers in an illegal den. It looked like he hadn't even eaten or showered for days. “Hah! You lost again, Gray!”his opponent cheered and Liam was devastated. “One more game! One more game and I will surely beat you!”The former aide begged, looking deranged. “Come on. You are already buried in debt. What could you possibly offer me?”

I don't even know how to give a lap dance. I stood up and carried my purse i kept on the couch, i was sweating already. As i increased my pace to go out of the room, Sammy stopped me. "Hey! Where do you think you're going huh? The game is not over yet." He said "Since you don't want to play along with what you picked, you have to pay 50USD before we can let you go. You know the rules " Tala added 50 what? How on earth will i get that amount from?

They saw how that ‘little rat’ lured the aristocrat to bet on everything he had and then in the end flipped the game with his win. “Aigoo, yeaaah, how much it is,” the perverted gambler gasped in his drunken voice and gathered the money and a paper. After that, he lost half of his money in later rounds, but still, everyone liked playing with him. When they both exited, General Jun got up, “Let’s follow.” “General, again?” Jiang got annoyed. They noticed his drunken steps getting steadier and he was going to a certain faraway corner. He took some food on the way.

I was a fool too, gambling my life away for two people I shared blood with, but barely knew them at all. Tears started pouring from my eyes. I was so lonely and helpless in that situation. “Are you sure, Mi Amor?” He asked again. I closed my eyes tightly and nodded my head in agreement. “Yes! I am sure.” I whispered in response, feeling empty. “Pull away, Dexter.” He ordered on the phone then hung up again. I knew in my heart that I was the biggest mistake of my life. But I had already done it. I had burned all the bridges.

There was poker, roulette, blackjack and many more. With the small shy smile on my face, I was like an outcast. Everyone here either looked angry, serious or joyfully sinister. I under stood why. Gambling is a serious business. No matter how much money you gained or lost, there is always another bet. The feeling of desperation is thick here, silently taunting someone to make a choice, to lay all their money down. They were being milked like cows. The lot of them.

Bill gives us both a childish smile and I groan in annoyance. Bill is notorious for his stupid bets. He loves a good gamble, but since I refuse to let him do so in a real environment, we agreed he could make bets with others on small things. Things like who might fall asleep on night duty and the likes. His most recent bet was on how long it would take Harriet to bed me. I left out that she had already been trying for some time. He feels cheated by my win on that bet. Now he is looking for that win with this new one.

I wasn't omniscient, and experiencing a sudden tear in the reality before me felt like a real punch to the gut. "Miss? Are you placing a bet?" the dealer asked, his eyes tracking my pale face. I swallowed the lump in my throat, forcing my trembling hand to slide my entire stack of chips onto a single, highly unlikely number. "Everything on Black 22," I said, my voice barely steady. A few seasoned gamblers around the table chuckled, shaking their heads at the foolish girl throwing her money away on a single number but I didn't care. I already saw it and I was going to gamble.

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.

In the middle the two women went at it, both bleeding already, neither of them showing any sign of stopping. I should have kept walking. I knew what I was the second I slowed down, because I have known it a long time. I am a gambler. Not the kind who does it for fun on a holiday. The kind it's wrong with. I had it before my father died, before the business went bad, before any of the things people like to blame. I couldn't watch two of anything go up against each other without needing money on it. Cards, horses, which raindrop beats the other one down a window. Didn't matter. The need was the same every time and it never once asked whether I could afford it.