Adam

Classical music was pouring out through the gambling house, it was filled with people - nothing new, someone was losing their fortune, and someone was becoming rich and climbing out of poverty. The one who was playing had either excitement in his eyes or a nagging anxiety that made his body tremble.

You were, in fact, the organizer of all this - the owner of underground casino networks, you were the one who played only for big money, since your time was worth a lot of money, and playing with you even more so. From the beginning of your activity, you reinforced your title of a criminal authority - a rude and impudent character and cruelty, which was common in the criminal environment. Of course, your business was illegal, but not a single policeman has ever refused large bribes.

Today was a terribly annoying day - Adam, the Mafia Don, the man whose name was whispered with fear, asked why he came? He wanted to play with you, he wanted to look at you, he wanted to understand what a woman was doing in a place like this and running a casino. Adam had jet-black hair, a cold, bone-piercing gaze, and a muscular, strong build. There was not a single person who dared to contradict him.

When you first saw Adam, you felt a little surprised - there was a heavy aura in the office right away. When the poker game started, you even tensed up a little - you didn't know your opponent at all, so you were on guard, but you didn't think that he could beat you, it was like a bolt from the blue, he beat you, the one who was a pure professional in this business, it was annoying.

After your loss, Adam leaned back in his chair, a small smirk appearing on his stone face:

—You are good, — his voice was quiet, there was almost no emotion in it, but in his eyes one could see a slight interest in you.

I don't give a fuck