Gambling Novel – FALLON “Place your bets,” I call out, my voice threading through the smoky room of the casino floor. A shiver runs up my spine, feeling eyes on me. And not those of Peter Pervy, as I like to call him. He’s been eyeing me all night through his drunken haze, conveniently forgetting his wife and kids at home. The eyes of someone else sends that same spine-tingling chill up my spine, making the hairs on the back of my neck rise.
I lift my gaze to the level above again, meeting the glare of someone far more sinister than the drunk man with a wandering eye across from me. I’d prefer Peter’s leering gaze; he makes my skin crawl when drunk, but this man sends the blood in my veins ice-cold, knowing I’ve caught his attention. Leone Pressutti, my boss. Not just my boss; he’s also the city’s most notorious mob boss.
The Pressutti family had a notorious reputation for controlling the criminal underworld in this city. Leone now owns his family’s entire empire. Leone and Milo are the epitome of danger and allure. Leone, tall, with his dark, piercing eyes and an aura that exudes power, commands attention wherever he goes. The man is a monster and looks the part too, a sharp jawline, black hair styled to perfection, and broad shoulders.
And that accent drips with a seductive charm that can make even the strongest-willed person weak in the knees. He is the devil in disguise, or maybe the grim reaper, since no one survives crossing Leone. Milo on the other hand, has a rugged charm accentuated by his chiseled features and piercing but equally dark eyes, with his tousled dark hair and a hint of stubble. Despite his cold and calculating demeanor, there’s an undeniable magnetism about him that draws people in, making him just as alluring as his boss but no less deadly.
I’ve seen the way the ladies here hang off him; Milo has no issues with the ladies. And here they are, watching me deal cards in a smoky casino, and my stomach twists at the thought. I take in a breath as our eyes meet. Leone’s eyes are dark and piercing, looking like obsidian pools from my vantage point. His gaze is cold and calculating, scanning me from head to toe, taking in every detail. My heart pounds in my chest; attention from Leone was normally a bad thing.
I maintain my composure, keeping my face calm and neutral as I continue to deal cards to the players at my table. But inside, I’m trembling with fear. I am used to blending into the background. This is trouble I can’t afford right now. Suddenly, the clinking of chips and the whir of machines blur into nothing, becoming a distant hum. A man leans in close, his breath warm against my ear.