“Do you think I am playing with you, Gerald?” the cold voice came through the mobile phone. “You have until the end of the month or your daughter becomes the next best thing around the corner in Brazil!”
Gerald’s knuckles turned white as he held the mobile phone to his ear, listening to the continuous beeping that indicated the call was disconnected. Angrily, he threw it on the wall, watching it break into pieces dispassionately. He had pictured it landing on Emilia’s face.
Emilia. Just the thought of her name made him angrier. Who did she think she was refusing to help him? He had every right to get money from her as he was married to her mother. Sitting down, he took a huge gulp of the cheap brandy that was next to his bed, cringing at the taste as it burned down his throat.
Gambling
