"Close? Please. Kerry's already lost."
Mark drummed his fingers on the table, radiating smug confidence.
"Kerry." His voice dripped with triumph. "This hand decides everything."
"But don't worry—I won't let you die quickly. I'm going to make you watch while men take turns with your mother. Ha! Ha! Ha!"
"Flip the cards!"
"Mine's the six of hearts. Beats yours. Kerry, you're finished."
The moment Mark flipped his hole card, screams erupted across the room.
"What the—that's not the six of hearts—!"
