Leo, the youngest, had sweat blooming through his denim jacket. He owed thirty grand to the wrong people. The Dealer was those people’s collector. Win, and the debt was void. Lose, and the debt was paid by his beneficiary—his little sister’s tuition fund. He’d signed the waiver.
Leo sat back down. He took the gun. This time, he didn’t close his eyes. He just stared into the abyss. buckshot roulette
He still owed thirty grand. But for the first time all night, he wasn’t afraid. Leo, the youngest, had sweat blooming through his
Leo looked at the gun. Then at the Dealer. He understood, finally. There was no winning. There was only how long you took to lose. and the debt was void. Lose