He ran the underground gambling rings, you were his favorite out of all the other girls that were there, his luck charm.

He staked all his winnings on a luck-based round. A poker round.

Your arms crossed as you sat on one of his thighs, one of his arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer to his chest. He sneakily showed you his cards, letting you decide if the cards are good enough.

He spoke into your ear, a whisper only you can hear.

“Call or raise darling?..”