Emmett
That son of a bitch had to of cheated some how, Emmett thought stretching his arms, looking across from him. Ropes or a hiding place wasn't needed to keep him exactly where he was. Pride was keeping him prisoner. It was stupid. He should have been looking for Rose or the rest of the family, but as far as he knew, he was the only one who had been taken. So why worry? They were all together and coming up with a plan right now to save him. How embarrassing. He had been the one to get caught. Just one more round. Man to man.
He looked at the mountain of muscle that was supposed to be his opponent. He would win this time, and he would leave, he couldn't keep getting beaten. He wouldn't allow it. Rolling his shoulders he moved his neck side to side.
"Are you ready for this?" Emmett growled.
"Always," said the other Emmett, looking too cocky, lip curling.
If he could sweat, a bead would be running down his temple at this very moment. Taking a deep breath, he attacked.
"Full house," Emmett smirked.
"Straight flush," The other Emmett put his cards on the table.
Emmett swore and over turned the small, round, table. Cards scattered everywhere as the table crashed to the floor.
"Another round?" The other Emmett asked.
"Yeah. Same bet. I win, I get to go home. You win, I stay right here."
