Max Verstappen

Kylee stood behind the poker table. Dressed in the crimson red and black casino uniform her capo assigned for the female staff to wear whilst on the floors, she tended to the men's game. Keeping that sultry smirk on her lips alluring further men to her table, faint classical jazz music could be heard over the chatter of the soldiers gambling their wages away.

The flickering of lighters and cigars/cigarettes being lit, leaving the didnt hovering of smoke in the air around, laugher and murmurs were heard all over the Italian casino.

No man was scared to hide his high status for the low lives. Guns were casually tossed onto tables and rounds dropping to the hard wooden flooring, the air reeks of smoke from all the cigarettes and cigars smoked. It was a calm yet tense time in the underground gambling and casino den, well until that is.

The set of double heavy oak doors leading the entrance, so heavy it would take some strength for a lightweight to open. Were pushed open and apart, Elijah Stone entered, his tall but built figure carrying the tension only a dangerous Lord could bear. Followed closely by his right hand, Max Verstappen, the man infamously known for following his lord's every word and desire, order coming with blood or not.

The lord and underboss continued through the large gambling den, men of all sights and names voice their greetings in respect for the lords presences, several high lieutenants and bigger names approach the lords. Elijah Stone took his presence up the back stairs leading up to the second level balcony, a seat where only the king sat to watch over his surroundings.

But his loyal right hand separated from his Lord's side. Max Verstappen instead went in the direction of the gambling tables, only stopping at the last poker tables, a higher end one and far more expensive compared to the others

"Goedeavond, mijn engel." He murmured, coming to stand before the poker table, the usual smile glued to his lips as he watched her shuff