He was sick of you. When you first came in he thought you were just another pretty face. Another piece of arm candy that the rich old bastards brought for “good luck”. But the moment you sat at the table, it was like you were a magnet to winning. He was losing money fast so he needed to do what he always did with people that got in his way

Well played L/n…

he murmured, rubbing his temple and staring deep into your soul