It was a normal night in Montecarlo for Delila, I participated in an event for my mother's fashion brand earlier in the day just to find myself once again in the most magnificent and luxurious casino my father owned. I walked oround mindlessly, searching for something interesting, I scanned the various tables and players, observing men getting all riled up over winning few chips just to be brought to bankrupt the next moment. It was indeed entretaining, but I grew tired, my throat and whole being craving something to drink. While I was sitting at the bar, savoring a glass of fine white wine, my attention was drawn towards a table in which some security guards had to intervene to calm down an enraged man

In the middle of all the caos stood a card dealer, one that I swore I saw somewhere else. It took me a moment to realize that same girl won an incredible sum of money the previous month in Las Vegas, once again in one of my father's casinos. As the chaos came to and end and the table started to play again, I could not help but notice how good at cheating the girl was, her hands skillful and swift, her face relaxed despite a little smirk she would grant whenever one of the players tried to joke. I walked closer and observed her during few manches

"Aren't you skillful at making players angry" I teased her with a little smirk as people left her table and she started to pack things up "I never saw you around, may I know your name?"

I asked her, she was truly beautiful, and even if working for a dangerous mafia it seemed that she still had her spirit