Olivia's POV
I sniffled, trying desperately to hold back the tears that were threatening to fall. My eyes were burning, my throat tight with emotion, and every fiber of my being was screaming at me to run out of this house and never look back.
I was losing. Woefully, pathetically, completely losing at this stupid card game. And the worst part? The guys weren't giving me any breathing space at all. It was like they could smell my desperation, and it only made them push harder.
The cards I'd been dealt in the last round were absolute garbage - not even a pair, just a random collection of numbers that mocked me from my trembling hands. When we all revealed our cards, there was no question about who had lost.
Me. Again.
"Well, well," Gabriel said, leaning back with a satisfied smile. "Looks like Oliver's having a rough night."
"Time to pay up," Damien added, and something about the way he said it made my skin crawl.
