He wasn't addicted to gambling. It was just his hobby he did everyday. Lucas only played one game. Blackjack. The dealer laid down a card. Bust. Once again that prick won. Jack. He hated Jack, he always won, he had never beat him. It was like luck was never on his side. He hated him. If he could get rid of him he would. They were both twenty-one but he never got twenty one. First book on wattpad, learning as I go. I'm open to criticism just not plain flat hate.:)