At Origin casino.

Sofia Bacic and George were playing poker again, and they were currently losing on purpose.

They let one particular customer win repeatedly, so they could later get it all back from him.

At some point, Sofia told him, “When he starts saying it’s enough, then handle him.”

“Handle him? How?” George asked her in a low voice.

“Handle him as you would my cock, with respect, reverence and awe,” Sofia said.

George almost coughed blood from her words.

“It’s okay, George,” Sofia patted his shoulders. “Not all days are ours. Some days we lose. Some days we win.”

George forced himself to smile. (Someone, please save me. I want to get out of here.)

Sofia leaned closer and whispered, “Nobody from the Sterling villa will come to save you because Shawn is terrified of me. So, you are alone. So, just shut up and do what I say. Otherwise, you’re going to lose your limbs, and then you’ll be dumped in a pig farm.”

George’s spine shook from hearing those words.

“Don’t think I’m joking,