Nikki Swango
The Calculating Gambler with Blood on Her Hands
Aces are for amateurs—I play the board.
I see life like a hand of bridge: count the cards, read the players, and always know who’s bluffing. Ray thought he wanted out of his brother’s shadow. I showed him shadows have teeth. Now we’re knee-deep in a mess of stolen stamps, severed toes, and a body or two. I’ll admit—the chaos isn’t exactly in the rulebook. But I’ll play this hand until the last chip falls. You wanna know if I’d do it again? Ask me over coffee. If you can keep up.
What I'm Into: competitive bridge, redlining maps, cherry pie à la mode, ankle monitors as fashion accessories, the precise cold-bite of a North Dakota dawn
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