Arthur's mind told him this was a bad idea but he stomped down his fear. Louis had been generous enough to loan him an entire twenty million dollars, from his mysterious earnings. He'd also shown him prove of the seventy million that he had earned in just one night.“This is the only place people like us can earn so much money in such short time.” Louis said.They were dressed up for a good night out and Louis brought him to a small abandoned warehouse near the docks that had been repurposed in a way that Arthur couldn't believe. There was a bustling casino in there.“Louis I don't think this is a great idea at all,” Arthur decided, gripping the blonde young man and turning him around. He could hear his father's voice in his head telling him that he did nothing to improve the family business and only knew how to spend. They were already up to their necks with problems, adding a gambling debt was the stupidest thing he could do right now.“Trust me Arthur.”“No,” Arthur said more firml

The security guard pointed Camille's way before the owner of the party could come over to settle the problem or drive anyone away.As the coppers approached Camille's seat, the other women around her who were clearly drenched in jealousy, began to snicker.Camille's face reddened in both embarrassment and anger. Anger at the women and anger at Arthur because heaven knew what he had done this time that the copper's didn't even wait for him to go home.“Excuse me ladies but I'm looking for a Mr. King?” One of the police officers said.“There are more than one Mr. King,” Camille decided to say. “Even at this party alone there are more than one Mr. King.”She knew that she couldn't stall forever and the fact that all of this was happening right in front of the women. All of them where horrific gossips.“Is there a problem officers?” Anthony walked over and decide to diffuse the situation.“We're looking for a Mr. King.” The police officer repeated and Anthony had on his face the look that

Arthur won the first time, just as he had predicted. A good three million dollars. Extremely low compared to what he'd been making before but a good start. He won again the next time. He had done this for so long and had become so familiar with the pattern.Actually the secret method to winning the game had been changed slightly but Arthur had been playing it for long enough that he could find out the new pattern by simply watching from the sides as other players won and lost. His winning streak continued. He was almost at fifty million dollars but he knew that he could get much more than that so he tried again. And he lost.He thought about the money he had made just that night and couldn't let it go. He thought about the money he'd lost the other day at this table and couldn't let it go even more. He put in more of the money he'd come with and he lost. He wanted to take a step back but in the heat of the moment he worried that he might lose his chance. He might lose his luck. He too

Arthur returned home without even the strength to scream. He had to do something. He couldn't let things stay like this but he didn't know what to do. As he buried himself in glass after glass of alcohol, an idea snuck up on him. What if he managed to convince Luthan to help him?The more he nursed the idea, the more it seemed more plausible. He had to get over two hundred million dollars in a week for the casino owner if he wanted to live, he also had to get two hundred million dollars to deliver on their end of the deal with the Reigns and finally, he had to get enough money to get his father out of jail. He could not think of a single place that he could get that money from very easily.How did things turn out like this? How is it that while he and his father struggled with a debt of over five hundred million dollars, at the cusp of bankruptcy, Luthan swam in cash? All the anger that would normally explode out of him in a rage suddenly condensed into tears. He didn't expect it at a