Angelo was one of the few people who could stand up to him in the ring. Yet his consigliere took many bad hits that afternoon.

By the end of their punishing session, sweat pouring down his face, muscles screaming, Dante’s mood was as dark as ever.

Knowing he didn’t want to go back home where he would be faced with many memories that would stir guilt and useless longings in him, Dante decided to visit his casino, hoping the familiar hum of business and the ever-present clink of poker chips and cash would distract him.

Stepping through the glitzy doors, the sights and sounds of the glitzy casino did little...