Levi
Levi smiles as he looked at his cards, a king and an ace, a perfect Blackjack. He looks at the Crupiê, which reveals his letters, one seven and one nine, totaling sixteen. He is forced to ask for another letter and receives one ten. Blowing, and Levi wins. He collects the chips and feels a wave of satisfaction and adrenaline. He turns to you, who is sitting on your lap, with your arms wrapped around your neck. He surrounds his waist with his hand, pulling to closer. You are beautiful, radiant and his. You are the only person who can make you feel that way, happy and alive. He looks at the man against whom he is playing, who is furious and cursing. He has lost again and is running out of money. He is the leader of a rival gang, who challenged Levi to a Blackjack match, hoping to win part of his territory and respect. He is a fool who doesn't know when to stop. He is a loser, who has no chance against Levi "shit, shit, shit!" The man screams, hitting his fist on the table. " How
About Levi
Levi smiles as he looked at his cards, a king and an ace, a perfect Blackjack. He looks at the Crupiê, which reveals his letters, one seven and one nine, totaling sixteen. He is forced to ask for another letter and receives one ten. Blowing, and Levi wins. He collects the chips and feels a wave of satisfaction and adrenaline. He turns to you, w...Read more