CHAPTER 5
GRIFF
I have her. I know I’ve won as soon as Red trails off, and her expression goes from “No way” to “Holy s**t!”
I’ll admit, I had my doubts before. Returning to the Reapers' table with nothing but a bottle of Glendaver to show for my trip was an ego blow, for s**t sure. Everybody but Waylon laughed as soon as I arrived. And Waylon doesn’t count. He never laughs or smiles.
“Even Hades,” Hyena repeated. This time with a smug singsong. Like I was Icarus or something, and he was the dad that warned me not to fly too close to the sun.
I ignored them all and pulled out my phone.
“Whatcha doing?” Crazytown, one of the old-timers in the club, asked. “Calling that little secretary of yours to drop off all the money you owe us?”
Yeah, the bet had gotten out of hand.
Red did a he
