Nathan’s POV

We all returned to the poker table. After another eight hands, the only two people who remained were Twerkley and me.

“So, we meet again,” Dante said.

“Stop using that line from your movie,” I said, and Amelie giggled.

“Hey, that movie and that line made me a shit ton of money,” Dante snickered.

“I know,” I replied. “I handle your investments, remember?”

“Ok, let’s play,” Dante dealt the cards.

I looked at my cards, a pair of jacks with an ace high. Not too bad. The flop was 3, 9, and 10 all off-suit. I raised it, and Dante called it. Next is a seven; I raised...