While James and I gassed up the cars, Déshí was getting set to win all night long at Ceaser's. He was the best at poker of the three of us so he was to ruin Jackson's bank account while we took his pride and joy. We knew that Jackson was not the kind of guy to walk away from a table a loser. He has been known to sit at the same poker table for eight hours until he got a winning hand. I was counting on it. It would drive him absolutely out of his mind to lose to someone he expected to be dead. Hopefully he would lose track of time.
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The Speedfreaks
ActionHi my name is Jet. I own a Plymouth Hemi'cuda and this is the story of how me and a family of street racers took down the biggest crime lord in Las Vegas.
