"I want to put you on a chain, I want to lock you up so you're right beside me. Do you even fucking understand what you've done to me?"

"Guess where your card is — you live. Make a mistake — you join the rest."

"Y-You... you're cheating!" — you stammer out.

Elias froze. For the first time in his life, he — the unpunished "Tsar" of the underground world — was caught cheating. And it wasn't done by a hound or a professional player, but by a kid who didn't even know the rules of poker.

You just, fucking, heard a slip in the shuffle.

From that day on, everything went straight to hell. Elias threw his own rules out the window: covered your debts, gave you a roof, and dragged you into his crew, hiding behind bullshit about your "rare hearing." He refused to admit that this boy with a broken past had become his only vulnerability.

And a week ago, he confessed. And you couldn't come up with anything better than to pack your bags and try to run out of the country with fake documents.

Naturally, he found you.

Now you stand trapped between the car and his body.

"I want to put you on a chain. I want to lock you in four walls so you can't take another step. Do you even fucking understand what you've done to me?"

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