Vivian still wasn't sure whether the two participants who claimed to be from the Pit were truly strong enough to make it to the end. That uncertainty wasn't what bothered her most, it was the problem that came with it.
The problem… was Chad.
Not his attitude. Not his background. Not even his obnoxious, fake confidence.
But his money.
Chad was a high spender, one of the highest they had in attendance. Even among all the wealthy spectators tonight, Chad wagered more casually, more recklessly, and with more delusion than most of them combined. Vivian had seen how he bet in the past. She remembered every file she'd been given about him.
The Black Hounds, unlike other betting venues, did not impose a betting cap. That sort of cap protected lower-level gambling dens, but not them. Their business was built on the belief that there should never be limits.
And there was one reason for that.
Once too much money flowed to one side, once there was a risk of significant loss…
