Gemini(The Zodiac Twin Flame Series)

By: Rachel Medhurst
A Zodiac Twin Flame Novel

Chapter One

‘Yes, I’ve got the money. Count me in.’

The dealer raised his eyebrows. His sharp jaw clenched as his gaze swept over the other players. The dingy room was silent as they stared.

‘You doubt me?’ My youth was held against me. It always had been.

‘I doubt that you’ve got two balls, son, let alone ten grand.’

The player that addressed me was well known. His blue eyes pierced through me, searching for the truth…or bluff. His blond hair was slicked back from his forehead. He was only ten years older than me but he had been gambling for much longer. He was a pro.

‘Trust me, I’ve got two balls. I’ll show you later if you’re lucky.’ I smirked at the laughter of the other players. Confidence was a must in the life of a professional gambler. There was a reason the name ‘poker face’ had come about.

‘Okay, he can play.’ Liam, the one with all the power, snapped his fingers.

The dealer shuffled the cards and dealt them onto the plain wooden table. The set up was simple. The people were hard. Their jaws set. Their lips pulled into a straight line.

‘This isn’t some friendly game, Gemini, you better not be lying about having the money.’

I sniffed as I scooped up the cards and glanced at my hand. The corner of my lip threatened to lift when I studied the numbers and suits. I stilled the motion, instead flicking the bit of fluff that landed on the table next to my tumbler of whiskey.

The final play started. The palms of my hands dampened. Ten thousand pounds was a lot of money to lose. London was a harsh city. A cold place at night when there wasn’t a roof over your head.

‘Fold.’ The last of the other players bowed out of the game.

I looked up. My gaze clashed with my new archenemy. He raised one eyebrow and flicked his hand at the dealer. He nodded after swapping in two cards. He didn’t need to say anything. The dealer knew him well.

The other four people in the room watched as I swapped out three cards. It was a risky call. A call that I hoped would pay off. I flipped the cards into my hand and scanned them. My heart thundered in my chest as I kept my reaction concealed inside of me.

Nodding, I let them know that I was ready to play. Blondie’s eyes squinted before he laid his hand down first. I bit my lip as I let my cards fall to the table. The gasp in the room filtered to me before the blood rushed to my ears. He had won.

‘Thank you, boys,’ he declared.

His seat scraped against the floor as he pushed back and reached for the cash in the middle of the table.

‘I’ll expect payment from you soon,’ he said to me.

His suit was pristine. The navy jacket hung on his broad shoulders as he did up the button. He moved a hand over his slick mousey hair as he bid farewell to the penniless people now slumped in their seats around the table.

When he reached the door, he turned back. ‘I know where you live, Gemini.’

I stood too. I would not let him intimidate me. He was just another gambler, like me. There was nothing special about him.

‘You’ll have your money.’

He stepped out, letting the door shut behind him.

‘I’m buggered,’ one of the other players stated.

I shared his sentiment. I had no idea why I had agreed to play high stakes. My low stake games had been going well. I was developing my skill and winning out every time. Now, I was also buggered.

‘It’s been good playing with you, boys,’ I said, leaving the smell of despair behind as I left the private room and headed home.

What had I been thinking? I knew I could win. But I didn’t. How had I not won? My hand was excellent. But his hand was better. He swiped my life from under me. Where would I get ten thousand pound from?

A taxi pulled up next to me as I started to walk.

‘You need a ride, Gemini?’

The driver was my regular man. He drove me around London. Usually to wherever the new woman that hung off my arm lived. His brow was furrowed as he watched, his car crawling along beside me.

‘Not today. I’m going to walk home. Thank you.’

It was unusual to have a taxi driver know your every move. The man had probably waited outside the private rooms just for me.

‘Here, take this.’ I dug a tenner out of my pocket and shoved it through the open window.

He tutted and stopped the car, jumping out when I didn’t wait. Falling into step beside me, he started to whistle.

‘What are you doing?’ I asked him, coming to a standstill.

‘Something is bothering you. I consider myself to be your friend now.’

His eyes narrowed on me as I rubbed a hand over my clean jaw. ‘And…?’

Smiling kindly, he grabbed my hand and shoved the note into my palm. ‘And, I have a feeling you are going to be needing this.’

He jogged back to the car as I stared after him. Speeding away, he left me standing on the pavement in central London. He was right. I was going to need the tenner. I was going to need quite a few more tenners if I didn’t want to end up dead.

My phone started to ring. Swiping the screen, I held it to my ear.

‘Why are you calling me so late?’ I answered.

My sister, Cancer, huffed down the phone. ‘I need your help. I’ve just had a phone call. Where are you?’

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