Betting Lives On The Underworld Boss

Summary

I’ve had a secret since I was a kid: at a gambling table, I don’t lose. It’s not a streak; it’s a law of nature.

This past spring break, my roommates were itching for a thrill. They dragged me to a private, high-stakes club in the desert outskirts of Vegas, certain they could strike it rich. To give them the "joy" of winning, I spent the whole night playing the opposite of my instincts, effectively "feeding" them my own savings, dollar by dollar.

But in that final round, I let my focus slip for just a second.