Death Brings Gold. Nicola Rocca

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СКАЧАТЬ who didn’t notice, as he was preoccupied collecting his few coins. He stood there staring at the lucky man longer than he would have liked it. Then, with a sense of disgust, he turned his eyes and concentration to the screen and with determination pushed the button that activated the movement of the cards, as though the outcome might depend on the force with which he pressed ‘start’. The combination of cards and the legend ‘INSERT COIN’ told him that his chances of winning were exhausted. Just like his money.

      Of all the decisions available to him, he was certainly not abandoning such a warm machine. He knew too well that it was only a question of ten or so more Euros for the machine to spit out a nice payoff.

      He looked around and verified that there were only two other people in the small room.

      He tilted the stool forward, placing it against the poker machine keyboard, to indicate that he was reserving the machine. He entered the door leading to the bar area of the place. He exchanged a glance with a well dressed man reading a newspaper, who sipped coffee. When he neared the bar he made eye contact with the barman.

      â€œI’ll be back soon, I’m going to take some money out,” he said, giving a hint of a smile.

      â€œI’ll be here,” replied the barman, while drying a glass.

      It took him less than five minutes, the ATM was about two hundred metres from ‘Bar Santo’.

      When the barman saw him return, he light-heartedly welcomed him back.

      â€œYou’ve come back sooner than soon.”

      â€œI can’t miss the jackpot. I feel it, the machine is hot.”

      The man behind the counter smiled, a sly smile, as if to say it was always -more or less- a substantial jackpot for him, whenever someone put a banknote in one of his machines.

      â€œGood luck!”

      Caio Merli didn’t get the meaning of that smile, or if he did , he didn’t show it.

      â€œThank you, Anselmo,” he replied, without giving too much weight to those words.

      His mind was elsewhere. He was already dreaming about the metallic sound of that cascading roll of Euros. He was thinking about how he was going to spend that substantial little lump. Perhaps he could…

      Something familiar stopped those thoughts. And for a millisecond even his heartbeat stopped. He felt dizzy: he recognised the sound of that cascading reel of money. His anger exploded inside him, so much that his blood pressure shot to the stars. He blinked his eyes in an attempt to awaken from that nightmare.

      Yes, the nightmare where the fucking son of a bitch in the green cap waits for the moment you go to replenish your stock of Euros to move in on your machine. The one you reserved by tilting the stool forward. The hot one. The one that was still spitting into its tray metal coins that had the weight, form, size and value of one euro each.

      â€œAre you a fucking idiot?”

      The man with the cap didn’t hear him, or pretended not to.

      â€œOI!” continued Caio approaching him, his hands were trembling with anger and itching for a fight. “I’m talking to you, Green Cap”.

      The man turned.

      â€œAre you talking to me?” he asked calmly.

      Caio moved closer, his mouth just a couple of inches from the man’s face.

      â€œThat money is mine,” he said, with the confidence of someone who firmly believes he is right.

      â€œYours?” asked the man, an idiotic smile on his lips. “But I’ve just won it.”

      Caio took a step back, not only to have a better view of the dickhead’s face, but also to let the man see his anger.

      â€œLook, man,” he started, hitting the centre of the man’s chest with his knobby index finger. “If you’re looking for trouble, you’ve found it. You saw perfectly well that I was playing at that machine. And you also saw perfectly well that I had reserved it…”

      â€œReserved?” Green Cap interrupted. “And since when can you reserve a machine?”

      Again, that fucking annoying little smile. This man and the way he behaved was unleashing that inner force that would lead Caio to punch him until he smashed the bastard’s face. Nevertheless, he tried to remain calm, although it was not in his nature.

      â€œHey, stranger. Around here when someone tilts the stool forward against the machine board, it means that the machine is reserved.”

      â€œOh, really?” The man was laughing openly. “That’s truly a good one,” he added, before turning away to resume playing.

      Caio was now blind with rage; this man had driven him to the very depths of his anger.

      â€œGet your paws off my money, you dirty bastard,” he cursed, while grabbing him from behind and wrapping his hands around his neck.

      Green Cap started waving his arms around, in an attempt to free himself. But, considering his diminutive size, it would have been impossible for the little man to free himself from Caio Merli’s ferocious clutches.

      Luckily for Green Cap, there was a man – a recent arrival – that jumped in and was rewarded with an involuntary elbow from Caio for his efforts.

      The scuffle continued for a few more seconds, then six-foot tall Anselmo’s face peeked out from the entrance to the room.

      â€œHey, what the hell is going on here?” His rough voice echoed in the game room.

      Caio turned, slightly releasing the grasp around the neck of the man who had stolen his win.

      â€œThis fucking idiot took my machine,” he said, tugging him. “And my money too.”

      â€œWhat are you talking about?” jumped in the little fellow in the green cap. “That money was mine, I won it. Besides, if there’s a fucking idiot between us, that would be…”

      The shove he received stopped his sentence and sent him crashing onto the machine. Caio moved closer again, and slapped his face a couple of times, until two strong arms grabbed him from behind.

      â€œYou know I don’t want any trouble in my bar,” Anselmo admonished him.

      â€œI swear I’m going to kill you, asshole!” Caio shouted at Green Cap, trying to kick him. “Let me go!” he ordered the barman, who was keeping both his arms immobilised in a strong embrace.

      â€œI’ll do it only when you calm down,” the barman’s voice left no space for an answer.

      Caio wrestled for a few more seconds, then he decided to surrender to the grasp of the two strong arms.

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