_ Confess Your Crimes

I gestured at the dice. "Go ahead, roll."

Patchy Mustache seemed skeptical before scooping up the dice. His hands were shaking. He cast a nervous glance at Luis Miguel, who nodded in approval. The dice clattered against the board.

A two and a four.

Some of the boys whooped in excitement, while others groaned. I simply smiled.

Luis Miguel folded his arms, studying me carefully. "You sure you wanna play, señor? We usually don't have, uh… older company."

I shrugged. "I like games." I leaned forward slightly. "And I like knowing what kind of people I'm playing with."

The way Luis Miguel's eye twitched told me he caught the hidden meaning. His friends, however, were still too nervous to breathe properly.

I smirked, leaning back just enough to look relaxed, like I wasn't about to turn their world upside down. "Oh, I don't lose." I tossed the die onto the board. It rolled, bounced, and landed on a perfect six.

The boys exchanged glances.