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Confusion flashed over his face, and he opened his mouth as if to question me, then thought better of it and kept quiet.
“Are you planning to make rounds on the floor?”
“Absolutely. I’ll wait until this play ends.”
At that moment, Gustov glanced between the two women challenging him, narrowed his gaze, and then raised the pot by a cool five hundred thousand.
“He has nothing and is trying to buy his way into a win.”
I smirked. “Gustov has no idea. Insulting their intelligence is the worst mistake he could make.”
Sonnita matched, and then Devani re-raised by another five hundred thousand. Her face remained an impeccably smooth, composed mask as if she wasn’t sitting in front of a pot worth nearly four million.
A tinge of sweat broke out over Gustov’s forehead as he had to decide whether to fold and pay the debt he’d incurred or answer the challenge of Devani’s call.
As if already knowing the outcome, Amir spoke into his wrist mic. “We are about to have a runner. Table three, with the diamond and winery queens.”
Our security moved into position, ready to handle anything unexpected.
Sonnita commented on something, resulting in a smirk from Devani and Gustov’s face reddening.
His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed, then he stood, throwing his cards down and exploding into an angry tirade.
Then his attention shifted to Devani.
All the hairs on the back of my neck stood up. This fucker had a serious death wish.
He reached over in an attempt to grab her cards. His hand barely grazed her when Devani pivoted, elbowing him in the chest and then punching him in the nose and throat. He collided against the table, and all of the other guests jumped away, not wanting to become collateral damage.
Next, Sonnita grabbed Gustov by the shirt, brought his bleeding face toward her, screamed something in Italian, and then kneed him in the stomach before taking his head and smacking it over and over into the stacks of chips.
The rage on both women’s faces dared anyone to stop them from killing the fucker.
It also made it clear to everyone in the room that the two socialites were far from ornamental and definitely on the lethal side.
“Holy shit.” Amir ran out of the observation area. “Why does this always happen on my shift?”
With a sigh, I shook my head and made my way into the gaming room behind him.
For the most part, the players remained at their tables. They continued their games as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened.
Well, except for those at Devani’s table, of course. They congregated with their security personnel, watching the aftermath of their card game in morbid fascination.
In the club’s ten-year history, we’d only had one major incident requiring club intervention.
Strike that.Now we had two.
One caused by Danika and the other by Devani. No wonder the patrons of the Library had named them the dynamic duo. One couldn’t sit by while the other had all the fun.
I moved into the circle where club security stood, unsure how to handle the situation.
Devani clenched her fists tight, ready to land a few more strikes on the now immobile Gustov.
Sonnita’s men surrounded her. No matter how hard they tried, they failed to calm her ire. From behind the wall they created, I heard a steady stream of nonsensical muttering about idiots who had no chance of winning against intelligently superior women and for dumbasses to keep their hands to themselves.
“Sir. The last time this occurred, it was only one of them to handle. And Mrs. King, as your family, was easier to console. These ladies are—” Amir paused, trying to gather the right words, “—on the more unpredictable side.”
Maybe Amir forgot that Danika had nearly gutted the fucker who’d touched her. No, she had gutted him by slicing straight from above the groin up through the stomach. One of my men had to hold the idiot’s intestines in until the emergency crew arrived.
