The machine click-a-clicks like long fingernails on a table.
He took responsibility for Carla, for La-Li. He worked all the hours God sent in dead-end jobs to put food on the table, buy a house, have little luxuries.
What a top spin, the machine speaks to him. Like he had any control over it.
Everything he ever did was for her. That b***h says she can’t trust him. He gave up everything for her. She took everything from him. The machine clicks and clacks and Jake presses the buttons—he’s not even watching the spins—so when three Aces line up and he wins, the victory music makes him jump. He presses the play button again.
‘Another drink, love?’ Eloise appears beside him.
‘Yeah, thanks.’ He drains the last of rum before she arrives with the next. He’s pretty sure they’re not allowed to d
