A Mafia Hand by Shilo West EPUB & PDF – eBook Details
- Author: Shilo West
- Language: English
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SHE’S BEEN DEALT hundreds of hands in the Rodeo Room of the Wagon
Wheel Casino, but tonight, when it counted the most, those sweet pokerplaying cowboy ghosts kept sending her face cards, high threes and fours,
straights and flushes. If she had been any one of her opponents around the
tournament table, she would have suspected some kind of cheating.
boys had resigned themselves to getting a good thrashing from a beautiful
woman. Tonight, she had prayed her lucky red pumps had just enough
traction left, both in their magic and in their heels, to take her through one
last big jackpot. Juno Cooper had never needed a win this badly before, not
even in her early days on the circuit.
The first round of bets in, the dealer turned four cards. The burn card
went face down on the table, then dealt the flop. One of the three face-up
cards on the board put Juno close to a straight flush. She had the seven and
nine of spades; the eight lay on the table between a king and an ace. As long
as the next two cards came up either the five or ten of spades, she’d have a
killer hand, almost unbeatable.
It was her turn to bet, and she kept cool,
calling. The player to her left folded, but the last player raised, and by enough
to cause a little head shaking around the table. Fine, she thought, you can just
hand me your wallet. She tried not to look at him again. Situated at about ten
o’clock from her, he’d been a thorn in her side all night. He was pretty
enough to look at, but Juno wasn’t in the mood for nonsense, and this guy
couldn’t help himself. She was having to spend way too much of her focus
just keeping her thoughts from wandering back to the dimple in his chin.
Despite her efforts, the flush was showing in more than the cards she
held; she could feel the crimson rising up her neck as the shaggy boy across
the table shifted slowly in his club chair. His hips moved slightly to music
coming from the casino floor, but his eyes stayed on Juno. She wasn’t
looking at him, but after years in casinos, country clubs, dive bars, and back
room card games up and down the East Coast before making her way here to
Vegas, Juno had learned a thing or two, or four or five, about how to keep
track of all the eyes at a card table. “Don’t ever meet their eyes.” She could
hear her mother’s voice clearly right now, coaching her while she practiced
no-look Faro shuffles in front of a mirror when she was no more than nine or
“Don’t look at the cards. And, whatever you do, don’t look at the other
players.” Juno’s hazel eyes, sharp as desert mica, were a weapon she used
sometimes, a way to distract any man she opposed. But tonight, she hid them
behind cheap Jackie O knockoffs, big black ovals covering most of her face.
A trick she’d use when she needed to be left in her private thoughts. And this
tournament had no room for distractions. This tournament was her prison
break. Her ticket out of a life she never meant to have.
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