Boston Avant-Garde: Impetuous (2012) - Plot & Excerpts
He knew Dante Torres excelled at mind games. The man lived to play in other people’s heads, tweak their emotions, discover their weaknesses, and then exploit them. Now was no exception. It wasn’t enough that Nicolai was sitting at the same table he’d been at during that last disastrous game. Dante had placed his chair in the same position. Knowing Dante, it was probably the same damn chair. But that was then. Asylum was probably the only place on the Eastern Seaboard where two people could settle a disagreement with a game like blackjack. Club rules were whatever Dante decided they should be. So while Nicolai sank into a deep place in the calm recesses of his mind, Jackson butted heads with Dante over the house rules. “I don’t give a flying fuck about your rules, Dante. Once I’m off the property, you’ve got no control over me. So really, I can’t lose.” Jackson wasn’t the only jackass to think his bankroll put him out of Dante’s jurisdiction.
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