Won The Mafia Boss In A Poker Game

I wasn't supposed to be at that table. I was filling in for a player who overdosed in the bathroom, and the pot was supposed to be cash. It wasn't. I won a black card that was worth more than money. A Ferrante debt marker. Which means the most feared Don on the East Coast now owes me. Dante Ferrante showed up with armed men and cold eyes and told me to hand it over. I told him no. "You're making a mistake," he said. "I don't make mistakes at the poker table." Now I'm living in his estate, driving his cars, and sitting in on meetings where men twice my size won't make eye contact. He says he's protecting me. I say he's losing. Everyone keeps warning me about the devil I'm sleeping with. But nobody warned him about me.