Nathan’s POV
We all returned to the poker table. After another eight hands, the only two people remaining were Twerkley and I.
“So, we meet again,” Dante said.
“Stop using that line from your movie,” I said, and Amelie giggled.
“Hey, that movie and that line made me a s**t ton of money,” Dante snickered.
“I know,” I replied, “I handle your investments, remember?”
“OK, let’s play,” Dante dealt the cards.
I look at my cards, a pair of jacks with an ace high. Not too bad. The flop was 3, 9, and 10, all off-suit. I raised it, and Dante called it.
Next was a seven; I raised again, and Dante called. Last comes an Ace. I raised a bit to see what Dante was going to do. He immediately went all in. S**t, does he have three of a kind with Aces? I sit there pondering.
“What’s wrong, stock ma
