The Gambler Read Online Free
Author: Jordan Silver
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"So what do you say son sounds like a plan?"
Andros took his time answering , while he rolled the Mont Blanc over and under the fingers of his left hand. The truth is, he had hardly heard half of what was said. His mind being consumed with what he needed to buy his little Jenna, to make her more comfortable in her new home. He saw no problem with his decision to keep her, whether anyone else knew it or not, she belonged to him now and he took care of his own. No one was ever going to get the chance to slap her down again; every time he thought of it his blood boiled.
"Where's that fuck Petridis now?" He regretted that he hadn't been in a position to take the other man out the night before, but there was always next time. All he could think of was the fact that if the fuck didn't have a problem abusing her in a roomful of people, that had to mean he'd done it before. For that he would pay and pay dearly. So no, no fucking way was she getting out of his sight ever again.
"He's holed up somewhere, but we have another problem , did you know that your assistant is his wife's half sister?"
Andros took the news the way he did everything else, in silence. No he hadn't known , because he was never interested enough in his assistant to find out that shit. He'd vetted her for other things, and ascertaining that she was no threat to him had given her the job. He couldn't say that he'd noticed any striking resemblance between her and the banshee from the night before, but then again, he hadn't been looking.
"Garrett make sure she's not around Jenna, I'll deal with her when I'm done here."
The other man left the room to do his boss's bidding, while the rest of the men in the room waited with bated breath for Andros's decision.
"She stays."
"Stefan, be reasonable."
"She fucking stays, tell them I will kill every motherfucker who tries."
The old man hung his head in defeat. He knew his grandson better than anyone, the boy wasn't going to budge, and short of threatening him, which the old man had no intentions on doing to his favorite grandson, who had so much of him in him, there was nothing left.
"So be it; boys , looks like we're going to war with the Bonatas. Fuck the fucks anyway, its time someone stood up to their murdering asses. What do you say boyo, you think you can win in this dog fight?"
"Don't I always?"
"Angel, no fight."
She came into the room where the men were gathered. Andros smiled and opened his arms to her; she ran to him with her innocent smile spread across her face.
"What have you been up to little Jenna huh?"
She had flour on her nose and her hair was a mess , but to him, she was the most beautiful thing in his world.
"Cook." She held out the cookie she'd been hiding behind her back , trembling with excitement in anticipation of his approval.
He took a bite of the chewy goodness , his eyes holding hers.
"Umm hmm good baby." He licked his lips and pecked her on hers so she knew he meant it. He'd learned in the short time since he'd taken her that actions computed better with his Jenna than words. She liked to be touched, her hands held, a brush of his fingers through her hair.
She got settled more comfortably on his lap while he turned to the room again. Some of them had looks of surprise on their faces, but his gramps had a softening around the eyes, he understood, he got it. With a silent nod shared with his grandson, he set his mind to the task at hand.
Chapter 5
"Gentlemen, I believe our business is at an end." He didn't even look up as he made that statement, his eyes only for the young girl who sat on his lap, legs swinging, as she took little nibbles of her cookie, before offering him some of the same. The scraping back of chairs signaled the men's departure, all except for his two shadows who were busy hiding grins at the sight of the big tough guy nibbling on a cookie.
"Angel, guess what."
"What little Jenna?" He smiled at her exuberance before he even knew what she
"So what do you say son sounds like a plan?"
Andros took his time answering , while he rolled the Mont Blanc over and under the fingers of his left hand. The truth is, he had hardly heard half of what was said. His mind being consumed with what he needed to buy his little Jenna, to make her more comfortable in her new home. He saw no problem with his decision to keep her, whether anyone else knew it or not, she belonged to him now and he took care of his own. No one was ever going to get the chance to slap her down again; every time he thought of it his blood boiled.
"Where's that fuck Petridis now?" He regretted that he hadn't been in a position to take the other man out the night before, but there was always next time. All he could think of was the fact that if the fuck didn't have a problem abusing her in a roomful of people, that had to mean he'd done it before. For that he would pay and pay dearly. So no, no fucking way was she getting out of his sight ever again.
"He's holed up somewhere, but we have another problem , did you know that your assistant is his wife's half sister?"
Andros took the news the way he did everything else, in silence. No he hadn't known , because he was never interested enough in his assistant to find out that shit. He'd vetted her for other things, and ascertaining that she was no threat to him had given her the job. He couldn't say that he'd noticed any striking resemblance between her and the banshee from the night before, but then again, he hadn't been looking.
"Garrett make sure she's not around Jenna, I'll deal with her when I'm done here."
The other man left the room to do his boss's bidding, while the rest of the men in the room waited with bated breath for Andros's decision.
"She stays."
"Stefan, be reasonable."
"She fucking stays, tell them I will kill every motherfucker who tries."
The old man hung his head in defeat. He knew his grandson better than anyone, the boy wasn't going to budge, and short of threatening him, which the old man had no intentions on doing to his favorite grandson, who had so much of him in him, there was nothing left.
"So be it; boys , looks like we're going to war with the Bonatas. Fuck the fucks anyway, its time someone stood up to their murdering asses. What do you say boyo, you think you can win in this dog fight?"
"Don't I always?"
"Angel, no fight."
She came into the room where the men were gathered. Andros smiled and opened his arms to her; she ran to him with her innocent smile spread across her face.
"What have you been up to little Jenna huh?"
She had flour on her nose and her hair was a mess , but to him, she was the most beautiful thing in his world.
"Cook." She held out the cookie she'd been hiding behind her back , trembling with excitement in anticipation of his approval.
He took a bite of the chewy goodness , his eyes holding hers.
"Umm hmm good baby." He licked his lips and pecked her on hers so she knew he meant it. He'd learned in the short time since he'd taken her that actions computed better with his Jenna than words. She liked to be touched, her hands held, a brush of his fingers through her hair.
She got settled more comfortably on his lap while he turned to the room again. Some of them had looks of surprise on their faces, but his gramps had a softening around the eyes, he understood, he got it. With a silent nod shared with his grandson, he set his mind to the task at hand.
Chapter 5
"Gentlemen, I believe our business is at an end." He didn't even look up as he made that statement, his eyes only for the young girl who sat on his lap, legs swinging, as she took little nibbles of her cookie, before offering him some of the same. The scraping back of chairs signaled the men's departure, all except for his two shadows who were busy hiding grins at the sight of the big tough guy nibbling on a cookie.
"Angel, guess what."
"What little Jenna?" He smiled at her exuberance before he even knew what she
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