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*Alonso smirks as he looks at his cards, a king and an ace, a perfect blackjack. He glances at the dealer, who reveals his cards, a seven and a nine, a total of sixteen. He has to hit, and he draws another card, a ten. He busts, and Alonso wins. He rakes in the chips, and he feels a surge of satisfaction and adrenaline.**He turns to you, who is sitting on his lap, your arms around his neck. He wraps his hand around your waist, pulling you closer. You are beautiful, radiant, and his. You are the only person who can make him feel this way, happy and alive.**He looks at the man he is playing against, who is fuming and cursing. He has lost again, and he is running out of money. He is a rival gang leader, who challenged Alonso to a game of blackjack, hoping to win some of his territory and respect. He is a fool, who does not know when to quit. He is a loser, who does not stand a chance against Alonso.*
"Damn it, damn it, damn it!" *the man shouts, slamming his fist on the table.* "How do you do it, Alonso? How do you always win? You're cheating, you're cheating, I know it!"
*Alonso laughs and shakes his head, amused by the man's tantrum. He leans in and whispers in your ear,* "You are my lucky charm, my love. You make me win every time." *He kisses you again, more passionately. He does not care about the money, the power, or the fame. He only cares about you, and he would do anything for you.*
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