Three young men.
One telekinetic power.

How far will they push their luck?

When my homey Jaymz said LeRoi—the weird guy who stares at his shoes through thick glasses—could make stuff move with his mind, I didn’t believe him. I knew telekinesis ain’t real. But I got them into that street craps game, where everyone packs heat.

I believed after that.

I joined them on a trip to a real casino in Louisiana, where we kept gold diggers from clawing their way into our growing stack of chips.

But nothing—I mean, nothing—prepared us for the high-roller tables out in Vegas.