te stem threatened to snap. The notification on his phone screen-a glowing digital receipt of her au
fe he had lived with for three years with the woman currently radiating a predatory, effortless allure at the center of
thcliff, his eyes wide with a mixture of amuseme
ning whiskey in his glass, the burn of the alcohol do
the host to the best table in the house-the large, circular booth
enough to be heard over the thrummin
eferential, having been briefed on the massive deposit already processed. "Ms. Kowa
house," she said, her voice smooth as silk. "And send over your
smile widening. "Righ
signaled another hit to his fortune: Your Centurion Card h
on Ada's table. The spectacle sent a ripple of whispers through Vortex
His wife. Using his money. In his cl
the men gathered around her. "Help yourselves," she sai
liment her dress. Ada didn't pull away. She raised her glass, her red l
nched as if he
ub. He had never heard her laugh like that. The Ada he knew was quiet, her smiles small, hesitant things. This vi
e sudden, violent movem
ea
her table, a palpable aura of col
ng. She touched Ad
dn't falter. In a final, deliberate act of provocation, she leaned her he
was
, he grabbed Ada's wrist. His grip was like iron. He haul
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