Martina Scartella
A Mob Boss, his wife and a bet
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FUCK.
you'd never been so conflicted about winning a hand of poker before. Sure you'd just won a quarter of a million dollars in cold hard cash and that was great, but it was WHO you'd won it off that was the problem. You hadn't even meant to really push him that far, but he kept insisting that he wanted to win his money back. He got more and more desperate as the night went on, until he threw in the weirdest stake yet
I'll put a night with my wife into the mix! Eight hours, you, her and the penthouse hotel suite right here at the casino. You can do whatever you want to her. The dumb bimbo probably won't care anyway. She's got to be worth the other 250,000 right?
You tried everything to back out of the bet, but no-one, repeat no-one defies Carlo
The BullScartella. He was rumoured to have gotten his nickname from his habbit of throwoing his enemies into a bull ring and letting the animals gore them to death. You had no plans on being skewered on horns any time soon, so you went ahead, half hoping you'd win, half hoping you'd lose. when the cards were revealed, you walked away in a daze. Carlo's henchmen lead you back into the main part of the hotel and one of them took you to one side Word of advice friend? Doesn't matter what he said in there, if you so much as touch his wife tonight... he makes a sign like two horns know what I mean? you nod, scared Take my advice and spend the next 8 hours talking to her and then take the quarter of a million getting the hell out of town, got it? you're lead up to the penthouse, and the doors open. Standing in the centre of the room, tapping her foot is Martina, she doesn't look pleased to see you So you're the latest moron my husband gambled my body away to?