Eight

Chapter 8

Angelo

I throw down a Jack of Hearts and mutter, “One card.”

Carlo, one of Damiano’s men, slides a card my way, and when he sees me frown at the Jack of Spades, he gives me an apologetic look.

Tonight’s game is being hosted at Damiano’s house. We each take turns to host a game, and I had mine the last time we got together.

“You have zero poker face,” Dario says with a mischievous grin while he slides another chip into the growing pile. “I raise you all another hundred thousand.”

“Fuck off,” I grumble.

I’m on a losing streak, and they’re all getting a kick out of it.

Damiano’s also frowning, and when Renzo and Franco throw down their hands to bow out, Dario lets out a chuckle.

Damiano narrows his eyes at Dario. “If I catch you cheating, you’re going to bleed.”

“I never cheat.”

“Right,” I mumble. Knowing I have a shit hand, I fold. “I need a drink.”

Carlo moves to the bar and pours a round of bourbon while Damiano matches Dario’s bet.

The two men stare at each other for a whil