Romero left the table with his phone and went on to take the elevator, Martin had his eyes on him. He cleared his throat and arched hi eyebrows to the Italian guy who was sitting next table waiting for the sign.

Romero, while on the call, exited the elevator and entered his room. He sat on the leather chair,  he was shouting:
"I will take your life, every drop of your blood will be sucked out of your filthy veins and your pieces will be fed to hungry dogs". "I warned you about crossing my way, every penny I lose is on you, I spare once, second time is not an option. Bring that deal to an end or count your breaths"
His tone was heavy, every word he uttered seemed nasty. 

Romero, apart from being a great gambler had a dark side within him. His savage nature and ruthless attitude had earned him the title of "The Fisherman". This title was given to him by his rivals because a fisherman would never spare a fish caught in this hook.

A couple of minutes later that he ended the calls and got up from the couch to enter the rest room.
He was splashing water when he heard the door knock.
Who is it ?,Romero inquired.
"Its Room service sir!"
Romero opened the door, I didn't order anything, Who sent you?
Clearing throat, The Italian guy stated : "The manager ordered me to serve you snacks while you are in your room", he acted scared while replying.
"Okay leave the food on the table and move out asap", Romero turned and walked towards the mirror to align his bow again.
In the mean, The Italian guy had moments to figure out a perfect spot to place the food trolley, he placed it adjacent to the bed, he left the room in a haste.
"Its done!" Italian guy spoke over the microphone. Martin had been waiting for the signal and was on the same table .
"Excuse me gentlemen, Martin spoke polite and he left the game in the middle, by taking blind."