Chapter 73

STRIKER

We were going home. I was relieved that this madness was finally over. I was still shaking with anger with Giosue Conti, but I couldn’t be any prouder of how my wife stood for herself.

On the other hand, Terzo fucking Siciliano was another story— that asshole got on my nerves in a matter of seconds. I had a strong feeling that I would be in trouble because of him. I was overprotective over my wife and didn’t quickly get jealous, but if he ever touched my wife, he just got his ticket punched.

“What’s wrong?” Moses asked me across the table as he put his card down. He won for the third time.

“You’ve got to be kidding me.” Linden showed his cards. “You’re cheating, sir.”

“This is math, Linden. Show me how did I cheat?”

I scratched my head. “My ass.”

“You both are losing. He can take all your money and be poor. If you both win, he’s still rich,” my wife said. She was right, even if this was just for fun.

“You still owe me my fifty,