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Brettski strutted across the parking lot of Gate City Casino, the flicker of neon bouncing off his mirrored sunglasses. It was his first visit since they’d scrapped the betting limits on table games, and he could feel the change in the air—tense, electric, like the moments before a summer storm.
Inside, the place throbbed with energy. High rollers in tailored suits sipped bourbon next to college kids in backwards hats. Brettski beelined to the blackjack table, where the dealer, a woman with a silver streak in her hair and a poker face carved from stone, nodded once. He threw down a crisp ten grand.
“Hit me,” he said.
Ace.
“Again.”
Nine.
“Stay.”
The dealer flipped. Twenty. Push.
A warm-up.
He escalated. Twenty grand. Fifty. Soon, the whole table watched as Brettski’s pile of chips grew like a small mountain. Rumors started flying—he was an ex-pro, an MIT card counter, a guy who once won a Corvette on a single spin.
He switched to roulette, dropped $100,000 on black. The ball spun. Red.
No flinch. He doubled it. Black again. Red again.
The crowd hushed. Then he slid his entire bankroll across the felt.
“One million. On seventeen.”
Gasps.
The croupier swallowed hard. The ball spun.
“Come on, lucky number seventeen…” Brettski whispered.
The wheel slowed. Click-click-click… seventeen. The place exploded.
Before he could celebrate, two security guards flanked him. A third handed him a phone.
“Someone wants to speak with you,” the guard said grimly.
Brettski frowned. “Who?”
A gravelly voice on the other end: *“I told you never to gamble again, Brett. You just triggered the contract.”*
“What contract?”
But the line went dead. The lights flickered. The dealer was gone. The chips vanished.
And all around him, the casino fell silent.
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