Chapter 230 Bianca Takes A Stand

• Bianca headed in the direction of the Craps table, determination in her stride. Barry was close behind her, and three of the other wingmen tailed her discreetly.
• The craps table was alive, a glowing island of green felt under bright overhead lights, surrounded by a semi-circle of players — some casual, others clearly veterans. Chips clacked in eager fingers. The air pulsed with energy, conversation, and the occasional roar of laughter.
• A sharp-faced stickman, dressed in a crisp white shirt and black vest, leaned forward, his long wooden stick poised like a conductor’s baton. “Coming out!” he called, voice cutting through the hum of the casino floor.