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
In a matter of days, Arthur was back at the gambling table. This was one of those things that people thought was too good to be true and believing it was truly hard. Every time he sat up on the gambling table he felt like his luck would run out but as he tried time after time after time and nothing happened that fear started to dissolve.He raised the money they needed in no time and soon enough the new stocks were arriving. He bought a new car as well. He wanted to make sure everyone knew that he was on the same level as Luthan. They had over looked Arthur King for far too long since Luthan's return and it was time that they all saw the truth. Luthan King would never surpass him. He glided on the high until it began to thin.“Louis, there you are!” He called out to Louis when he saw him at an important golfing party. “I haven't seen you at the casino since, what's up?”“Well of course you won't see me,” Louis said, avoiding eye contact. “You started going there without me.”“Come on,
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
“You did what?!” Anthony screamed from the other side of the table. “How the hell do you go from having almost a hundred million dollars to having a debt of two hundred million? In one night!”He looked like he might fly over the desktop to strangle his son. The veins on his neck bulged furiously and his hands clenched in angry fists.“You told me to get more money from where it came from!”“I remember also telling you to keep the one you have,” Anthony pressed his cuffed hands, palm down on the table. “Which move would've been the smart one, Arthur?”“You wouldn't be saying this if I had actually brought back almost a billion so don't act as if I just tossed the money into a ditch. I did the same thing you would have done.”“No, Arthur,” Anthony shook his head slowly. “No one would have done what you did. In theory yes, it's a probability but in reality no one would sink the family in quick sand like you just did. Everyone else has a crucial thing you seem to sorely lack, a freaking
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 could not believe that he had lost. He did everything exactly the way he ought to so that he could win, unless they decided to disregard the rigging system. He argued and almost claimed that the man himself had cheated but there was no way that would not come back to bite him in the ass. He had no choice but to stand quietly as the man's guards patted him down for every dime on him.“Here,” one of the guards stretched out a hundred dollar note to him. “So you can get home.”Arthur looked around at the crowd that gathered around him. How could he, Arthur King, accept pity money from the guy who just ruined him. He couldn't stomach it so he walked out of the room.He didn't stop until he was out in the clean air, away from the noise and the smells. He screamed and kicked a fire hydrant on the side of the road. It hurt his foot but he couldn't feel it at the moment, he cursed colorfully into the night air but that would not do him much good. He still had a bit of money in his acco
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
Three years ago, Luthan King had returned home from prison, hoping to be received warmly by his family, especially his younger brother, Arthur, whom he had gone to jail for. Yet, he was met with harsh gazes and cruelty. “Luthan?” Camille, his wife, who was now heavily pregnant with his brother's child, exclaimed, face white as a sheet. “What are you doing here?”Luthan's eyes remained fixed on her protruding stomach, eyes widening in shock. “You're pregnant?” He exclaimed, raising his voice in exclamation. Camille staggered back in shock, unable to meet his eyes. “Honey who was…” Arthur, his younger brother, paused by the stairs, shocked to see Luthan in the mansion. “Aren't you supposed to be in prison?”Luthan was at a loss for words, overwhelmed with emotion. Seven years in prison and he had returned to a pregnant wife and a brother who seemed irritated by his presence. “You haven't answered my question, Luthan. What is an ex-convict doing in the prestigious Kings mansion?” Ar