Since I Found You
Face Poker

“Master, hand over your gold coins,” said the man in the white shirt, clarifying his remarks to Vlad.

However, Vlad was still glued to look at the beautiful brunette, who was also replying to that meaningful look. “I want to change the bet,” Vlad said without taking his eyes off the woman who immediately turned her face, after a while with him.

“You mean, Mister?” ask the man did not understand.

Vlad looked at the man. He smiled faintly, before returning to set his sights on Ludwig who was still putting on a sharp unfriendly highlight. “I don't want to bet in material form, because I don't need any money. I just want the woman sitting next to you, Ludwig Stegen,” Vlad said calmly. There was no burden when he said that.

“Badness!” ludwig growled slowly. The anger was evident from the look on his face. That handsome paras turned out to be extremely terrifying.

“Don't make it up, Sir,” scold the man in the white shirt.

“I'm serious. I want Ludwig Stegen to stake the woman in this game,” Vlad said. His calm attitude turned serious. The look on the face of the Russian man was as horrible as Ludwig.

Ludwig's sigh began to hunt after such a challenge from Vlad. He turned to Altea who was only bowed, because he could not show his beautiful face to Vlad. The man she missed.

Ludwig grabbed Altea's hand, then kissed him friendly. Making a beautiful woman dress in a beautiful and sexy night was immediately turned her head. Meanwhile, Altea looked at the man next to her with a glare.

A moment later, Ludwig again let go of his hand. He turned his eyes to Vlad. “Come to your challenge, Vlad Ignashevich. If you can beat me, then take this woman. However, if you are the loser, then hand over your remaining leg to me.” Ludwig's words sounded so scary.

“Ludwig.” Altea who had been silent earlier, this time opened his voice. Although slow, but Ludwig can hear the tone of protest from the lips of women who have been a fan of his malice. Altea obviously did not like what the two men were going to do. He turned his eyes to Vlad. “No, Sir. Don't be stupid,” the door.

“I accept your challenge,” Vlad said without caring about the objection Altea.

“Master!” Altea shook her head. It was clearly a worried look from her beautiful face. Something that was never seen during the young lady's time with Ludwig. That, of course, makes Ludwig not like it. He gripped Altea's arm, then pulled her until the poor woman moved into his lap.

Altea grimaced in pain, along with Vlad who instantly stood up. He couldn't take it, seeing Ludwig treating Altea like that. “Remove your hands from her body!” jolt Vlad with clenched hands.

Suddenly, some of Ludwig's bodyguards immediately advanced and surrounded the blue-eyed man. They all took a standby stance.

“Be calm, Vlad Ignashevich. Enjoy this game while you still have your feet. Because in a minute, you're gonna lose everything. Starting from the side of the foot, to your woman.” Ludwig smiled mockingly. His one hand moved to grab the nape of Altea, then tore his mass. He brought Altea's face closer to her, then melted the woman's red lips to satisfaction.

Altea was unable to resist, even though he realized that Vlad was looking at him sharply. He could only obey Ludwig's wishes, as he had always done. Without feeling, a speck of clear grain fell from the corner of his eye. Just this time, Altea felt that she was the most despicable woman.

“Can we start? I don't want you to ruin the woman I'm about to take with me,” Vlad growled with confidence.

“In your dream,” Ludwig said with a look of disdain.

“You are the one who dreams,” great-grandson Vlad. “Already! Don't talk too much. Let's just start this game.” Calmly, the blond-haired man circulated his gaze toward the bodyguards Ludwig was still standing around him. Vlad laughed softly, then sat down full of authority.

“Share the card!” ludwig's word to the dealer is the person responsible for shuffling and splitting the cards at the gambling table.

Ludwig accepted and watched his card with a faint smile. Different rails are shown by Altea. Her beautiful paras paled.

Vlad did not open the card immediately. He instead noticed the expressions of Altea and Ludwig alternately. Inwardly, Vlad was happy enough to catch a worried look, at the woman's charming face.

After breathing out slowly, Vlad opened his card. He deliberately put on a flat expression, so that Ludwig could not read his strength.

Ludwig turned to Vlad, before discarding a piece of his card, then taking a new card from the pile. He smiled in satisfaction while watching the cards that were neatly lined up in the hand. The man who owned the magnificent casino was getting better, when Vlad replaced three cards, with new cards from the pile.

Vlad's calm face then turned tense. Feeling the wind, Ludwig threw his cards on the table while shouting out loud, “Straight flush! You lost!”

“How did you know that I lost? I haven't even shown my card,” said Vlad who still had a tense expression.

“All can be read from your face,” replied Ludwig while pointing the index finger at Vlad's face across the table.

Meanwhile, Vlad responded with a cynical smile. “Are you sure? Sometimes, the face can be deceiving,” said the man calmly.

Ludwig's wide smile instantly faded away. “Don't play me, Vlad Ignashevich. Quickly show your card,” he said full of emphasis.

“Alright, if you ask,” reply Vlad while exhaling slowly. He puts his cards right in the middle of the table, so that the opponent can see clearly. “Royal flush! I won.” Vlad smiled broadly. He immediately rose up with confidence.

“Now, leave Miss Miller to me.” Vlad stretched his hand straight at Altea. However, the young lady looked down.

Meanwhile, Ludwig was unable to say anything. He just glared sharply at Vlad. The owner of the largest casino in Warsaw, as if to muffle the fire of anger that can explode at any time.

“Are you not a real man, Ludwig Stegen? A real man will always hold his word. I won the bet. That means Altea Miller belongs to me.” Vlad smiled widely again and looked very satisfied.

Seeing the atmosphere starting to heat up, Ludwig's men decided to act. They went back towards Vlad and prepared for an attack. However, Ludwig prevented them first. “Enough! Let him bring the gift!"

Vlad smiled with satisfaction. He reached out once more to Altea who was still lowered. “You've heard what your master said, haven't you, Miss Miller?” asked Vlad gently.

Alte hesitated looking up. He looked at the man who had been present in his dream, with teary eyes. Altea turned to Ludwig before standing up and welcoming Vlad. However, Ludwig immediately threw away his face.

Altea turned his gaze back on Vlad. Her lentic fingers were already perfectly grasped in the hands of the blond man. The woman stepped slowly, then approached and stood right beside the man she always called with the call ‘tuan’.

“We're going home now, Miss Miller,” whispered Vlad slowly right in Altea's ear.