10

TRISTAN

Sweet is defeat when you actually win. I grinned at the thought. It only took a drink to get that annoying brat on board, all thanks to her bastard of a father. My grin grew wider; now I have Willow all to myself, and the shock on her face when she learns about it is predictably priceless.

I rose from my seat and rang for the casino's bouncer. Three strongly built men swiftly made their way to my office.

"You called, sir?" the leader came forward.

"Yes, dispose of him," I gestured, signaling them to take the old man. They grabbed him by his arms, ready to escort him out.

"Please, I lost my wife to death, and none of my relatives keep contact with me anymore. I just can't lose my daughter," he pleaded. My grin slowly vanished, and my face twisted in disgust as I signaled for another shot of gin, which was promptly delivered. A nod directed the bouncers to wait. I approached the old man, lightly brushing his collar, and collided my head with his, leaving him confused and shaky.