MILES
He did it.
He sat at my casino's biggest table, gambling away every last cent of Renee's money, while I remained upstairs in my office, watching it all happen through the tinted glass. He had no idea I was observing him, no idea I had orchestrated this downfall of his.
When I first mentioned the video—his mother's r*pe video, he lost his temper. His anger wasn't because of the video itself, but because I had gone through Renee's phone to get it. That set him off, but I called him a fool for focusing on the wrong thing.
At first, he dismissed my words, brushing off the threat as insignificant. He didn't believe I had the power to ruin him with that video, to push him into a corner so tight that he had no choice but to do as told.
But when I laid it all out—the consequences, the humiliation, the sheer destruction that would follow if the video ever saw the light of day—his arrogance lowered to none. I saw it in his eyes. The realization. The panic.
