A Gambling Man ✔️
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I look around as if my brain senses the presence of another power, and my eyes fall near the bar.
Leaning against the counter with crossed ankles and a glass of whiskey in hand as he takes a sip, he catches my gaze glaring at me, and just like that, it felt as if the whole crowd fell to a suffocating silence; his presence consumed every corner of the building; the air felt as if a surge of dark energy had taken over.
I'm met with dead-bright honey-brown, almost gold eyes and a black puffy bruise below his right eye. Dressed in an all-black suit, like the reaper ready to take my soul. His sinister appeal flooded the space around us; behind those eyes, he looks like someone constantly on edge, hiding it with an unfaltering poker face.
He finally turns back to the bar, taking another sip of his brown whiskey in a small crystal glass. Like I was in a trance, the energy had shifted back to its once-calming tone.
I dare to look him up and down once more before continuing past him. His height was so great that moving by him felt like a shadow about to overtake me. An arm's reach from each other, I could feel pure power rippling off him in waves.
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Finn Sterling is a dangerous man, with wealth, knowledge, and any kind of weapon at his fingertips, he is feared by other mafia leaders who are smart enough to stay on his good side, but he is most well-known for his very successful casino, FBI agents for years have attempted to uncover the secrets behind the flourishing "New Penny" casino and have come up empty-handed every time
Juniper Knight quickly becomes recognized as the best agent in the bureau after she closes a case faster than any other, her jealous and petty captain throws her into a new case blind with no lead and no information, her job is simply to be an undercover dealer at the "New Penny" casino and to find Finn Sterling.
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