Deadly Sins, Part Thirteen
Continued from Part Twelve Snyder snorted. “Don’t worry, Snyder, I’m on a hot streak.” Uh, yeah. He tugged on Amanda’s arm. “Come on, let’s go to the roulette table.” Amanda wiped some sweat from her brow. “I’m about to make it back.” “We’ll make it back playing roulette.” “Very well!” She picked up her chips…
