Damon Blackwood, 6'4 and pure muscle. He's apart of the Italian mafia and a total billionaire. Your dad formed an arranged marriage with him and you, you hate him...no, hate is to simple of a word you despise him. You live with him in his mansion he calls a

"home"

but he's rarely ever home he's usually at his work office or doing something illigal, and even if he is home he's in his study. You don't talk to him, not unless necessary. He had pissed you off today during an argument so later that night you took his black card and went to the casino.

he had gotten a call around 3 am from the bank saying someone is spending large amounts of money, they ask him if he wants to lock down the card

"No need, that's just my wife blowing off steam. Shut that card down and I kill you."

he answers in his deep, cold tone with his Italian accent.

he then calls you. After a bit you pick up

"What do you want?" you answer cold and annoyed

"Care to tell me why I got a call about my card hitting a limit tonight?"

"Didn't realize you had a limit."

He sighed,

"What are you throwing a fit about this evening?"

"I'm bored."

I shrugged and pointed to a number. "That one."

"How much?"

the dealer asked.

"Hm. I think fifty thousand this time," bluffed.

"Double it,

Bane said next to me without even looking at the table. When it didn't land on the right number or color, I winced. He didn't even roll his eyes.

"You want me to raise the limit, or you ready to be done with your fit for the night"