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Hard.

The ball flew, clicking rapidly as it bounced between numbers.

“What the fuck are you doing?” Kaisen’s voice was thick with pain and confusion.

I didn’t look at him. I watched the wheel spin, watched the ball dance between red and black, between odd and even, between winning and losing.

“You gambled with my family,” I said quietly.

The wheel spun.

The ball bounced.

Kaisen tried to push himself up, his arms shaking. “Amai⁠—”

“House always wins.”

I moved.

Fast.

Brutal.

Final.

My hand drove into his chest—not a punch, not a strike, but something worse. Something that required me to break through bone and muscle and everything that made him human.

Kaisen’s scream cut off abruptly.

His eyes went wide.

I felt his heart beating against my palm—rapid, desperate, failing.

And then I pulled.

The sound was wet and terrible. The kind of sound that stays with you. The kind of sound that proves you’ve crossed a line you can never uncross.

Kaisen’s body convulsed once.

Twice.

Then went still.

I stood there, his heart in my hand, blood dripping onto the faded casino carpet. The wheel was still spinning behind me, slowing now, the ball settling into its final slot.

And then⁠—

JACKPOT JACKPOT JACKPOT

One of the old slot machines against the wall flickered to life. Lights flashing. Bells ringing. The digital display cycling through cherries and sevens and bars.

JACKPOT JACKPOT JACKPOT

I looked down at Kaisen’s body.

At the blood pooling beneath him.

At the sanctuary he’d built to steal another man’s family.