Molly's Game: From Hollywood's Elite to Wall Street's Billionaire Boys Club, My High-Stakes Adventure in the World of Underground Poker
Molly Bloom
Language: English
Pages: 161
ISBN: 2:00288692
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
Her Place at the Table
When Molly Bloom was a little girl growing up in a small Colorado town, she watched her brothers win medals, ace tests, and receive high praise from everyone they met. Molly wanted nothing more than to bask in that glow a little herself, so she pushed herself too—as a student, as an athlete. She was successful but felt like she was always coming from behind. She wanted to break free, to find a life without rules and limits, a life where she didn't have to measure up to anyone or anything—where she could become whatever she wanted.
Molly wanted more, and she got more than she could have ever bargained for.
In Molly's Game, Molly Bloom takes the reader through her adventures running an exclusive high-stakes private poker game. Her clients ranged from iconic stars like Leonardo DiCaprio and Ben Affleck to politicians and financial titans so powerful they moved markets and changed the course of history. With rich detail, Molly describes a world that until now has been shrouded in glamour, privilege, and secrecy, one where she fearlessly took on the Russian and Italian mobs—until she met the one adversary she could not outsmart, even though she had justice on her side: the United States government.
Molly's Game is an incredible coming-of-age story about a young girl who rejected convention in pursuit of her version of the American dream. It's the story of how she gained—and then lost—her place at the table, and of everything she learned about poker, love, and life in the process.
concentrated on the money. By the time I cleaned up and got out of there, it was 4 A.M., and I had missed Blair’s birthday party completely. I felt terrible, but what choice did I have? I let myself in quietly, hoping to not have to face Blair. She was sitting in the living room with a bottle of wine. Her face was red and blotchy. “What’s wrong?” I asked, rushing over. “It’s Jason,” she said, starting to cry again. “We got in a fight and he left, and my best friend didn’t even show up to my
too,” I said. We needed a trip like this. I told myself to forget about work; that for the next few days, it really would be all about me and Drew. I wasn’t here to work. I wasn’t going to work. I wasn’t even going to think about work. Even though we were in Vegas, where gambling was king . . . WHILE DREW WENT DOWN TO MEET NEIL, I got ready with my new girlfriends in the huge marble bathroom in their villa, which was even bigger than mine. Tiffany, Lauren, and Penelope made quite a trio. They
Lauren. The two girls and I sat and chatted with Derek while we waited for the rest of the players to show. Tiffany was a real pro. She gazed at him with her turquoise-blue eyes, acted as if she were hanging on every word he uttered, laughed at his jokes, and made him feel like he was the one and only man in the world. It was impressive. And effective. Maybe because he was so disarmed by Tiffany, or maybe because it was what everyone who doesn’t have access says, Derek Frost, the guy who had
to Drew. “You don’t care, right?” I knew we had plans, but Drew would understand. It was business. He said he didn’t, but I felt some tension. It was work, and I would never stand in the way of his ambitions. Still I had a nagging feeling that I should have run it by him before I made plans to spend the night at the poker table, instead of at home with him. I pulled the game together in an hour or so. There were many more spectators than usual that night, mostly girls in tiny bikinis. The
skull. The metal door swung open to reveal the neatly organized, rubber-banded stacks of $10,000 and jewelry boxes within, along with important documents like my birth certificate and passport. “Give me the cash and the jewelry,” he said. I could detect excitement in his voice. I passed him the stacks. I handed him the jewelry my grandmother had left me. “Give me a bag,” he ordered. He would need it to carry all the cash. I stood up carefully and handed him a Balmain bag from my extensive