The thick cloud of smoke hovering over the game table was what brought ease over the the tension in the room, the dim room was dead silent like it had been before any sign of life and the pollution.
Bruce drummed his ringed covered fingers on the table producing a faint 'cok cok'
Vicious eyes watch behind them on alert, hands close to their exterminator, any brisk movement or slight shift could cause blood to spill.
Antonio let out a dry chuckle along with a little puff of smoke, he reach down for a card, not making eye contact with Bruce, deep inside he knew Bruce Baker was just a spoilt daddy's boy, that probably needs a s******g.
"Fifty, fifty, win win." His voice came out croaky.
"Mistake. Win, lose, 30 50 is just the perfect win win." Bruce kept his eyes on his cards with his
