Salvatore

Gambling is my guilty pleasure.

Luckily I own the casino so my credit never runs dry.

It’s not enough.

I’m a thrill seeker. I crave delicious depravity and control over women who are backed into a corner with nowhere to run.

To offer them a choice that always works in my favor. To watch their defiance crumble on top of my silk sheets as I ruin their souls for any other man.

Then she fell into my web.

Soft, cute and broken.

She dazzled me across the table just before she lost everything.

She was the perfect prey to hunt.

I made her an offer she would be fool to refuse.

She offered me a valuable lesson.

That sometimes the tables turn and the hunter becomes the prey.

A deliciously dark mafia short story where what happens in Vegas ends in Vegas.