“Sorry, Jason Dalton. You lost the bet again.” Mateo mocked, moving the stack of cash on the table to his side. “Five losses in a row. Maybe you should quit gambling for a while.”
An uproar of laughter and soft giggles filled the room.
Jason’s grip tightened around his glass of whiskey as he lifted it. He emptied it in one go and felt the burning sensation at the back of his throat.
“Easy, tiger.” A man nudged him lightly. “Don’t be a sore loser.” Another round of laughter followed.
“He loses everywhere. Even in bed.” He heard someone whisper behind him. He looked back in anger and saw two women dressed in revealing outfits staring at him as they giggled. He recognized one of them. She was the s*x worker he had taken back to his hotel room a few days ago.
He shot them a hard look and
