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EVEN MONEY by Torre, Alessandra (3)

Three

I woke up to an orgy. I blinked, fuzzy images coming into focus. Two men on one girl. Two different girls, on their knees. There was some whipped cream action and an old guy with nipple rings. I closed my eyes. “Can’t you watch that somewhere else?”

I heard a loud snap of gum and pictured it, bright pink and showing with every smack of Meredith’s jaws.

“The Wi-Fi isn’t working in my room. I keep telling you guys, we need to move the router to the kitchen.”

I rolled over on the couch and folded the pillow in half, stuffing it under my head. “I thought porn came on DVDs.”

“Are you kidding? Nobody does that anymore.” The sounds of fuckery paused as she fast-forwarded the scene, then pressed play. I watched as the old guy moved toward a cluster of plaid-skirted blondes. Meredith mumbled something about production value, and I snorted out a laugh.

“I’m almost done. I got one more video after this.”

I closed my eyes and groped around for an extra pillow, pulling it over my head. “Turn it down a little.”

“Fine.”

The sounds diminished, and I kicked a foot free of the blanket and tried to fall back asleep. Maybe it was time for me to move into my own place. One free of roommates, especially ones whose class projects involved the analysis of the adult film industry and its moral evolution.

She poked my foot. “Look at this guy really quick, B. He’s got a freaking hose.”

I growled and considered getting up and moving to my bedroom. It was my own fault. That’s what I got for bingeing on reality TV and falling asleep on the couch. Gangbangs for breakfast.

I squeezed the pillow tighter and managed, despite the moans and slaps, to fall back asleep.

* * *

I was scrubbing vomit off the toe of my heels when Britni burst in.

“Dario Fucking Capece is here.”

It was an announcement that caught all of our attention, Lance and Rick slowly easing upright, our gazes moving from Britni to the monitors.

“Where?” Lance asked.

“Outside. I saw him getting out of his car when I was out for a smoke.”

Rick scowled at the activity, but let it slide, his interest more focused on the city’s biggest whale, one we’d never had. He turned to Lance. “What the fuck’s he doing here?”

Lance shrugged. “Maybe he’s playing.”

“He doesn’t play. Everyone knows that.”

Lance caught my eye. “Bell. Go out and welcome him. Find out what’s what.”

I looked down at my shoe, the gold silk ruined, thanks to a mixture of liquor and what looked like fettuccine alfredo. I worked it onto my foot and winced at the ugly result. “Okay. I’ll do my best.”

He nodded, leaning forward in his seat, the urgency clear in the air. Britni let out an annoyed huff, moving aside when I passed. I ignored her bullshit performance. This particular job was one neither of us wanted. Vegas was full of sharks, but Dario Capece was a killer whale, the kind you only saw right before you got eaten. Britni didn’t want anything more to do with him than I did.

Lance looked up from the monitors. “Hurry. He’s almost through security.”

I stepped out the door and onto the floor, moving quickly toward the entry.

* * *

The entry space was our most boring room, one decked out with industrial gray carpet, a metal detector, a bank of lockboxes, and the main attractions—Tim and Jim. Those weren’t their real names, but they refused to make small talk with anyone, so that’s what we had coined them. Where Lloyd was the friendly big guy, they were the ex-Special Forces assholes everyone hated. I stepped into the room, nodded to the closest one, then turned to Dario Capece with a smile.

I should have checked the monitors first. Peeked through the security window. Done something to give me more warning.

I’d expected a dozen things. A suit. A scowl. A bodyguard. An expensive watch. Closed lips and wandering eyes. A sexist remark or friendly hands.

I hadn’t been expecting something in me to yank when our eyes met, a pull of need that occurred before his mouth even opened. He paused, and the wary look in his eyes matched everything I was feeling.

He was handsome, but it wasn’t even his looks. There was something between us, and I stepped back in hopes it would fade. It didn’t.

“Mr. Capece.” I managed the greeting with a calm and professional tone. “Welcome to The House.”

His mouth curled into a smile, but his eyes didn’t. He glanced at Tim. “Watch your fucking hands.”

Tim moved carefully, patting down his legs, then his arms. He nodded to the metal detector, and Mr. Capece walked through, then collected his phone and wallet.

“Will your men be playing also?” I rested a hand on the door, wondering if we should wait for them to be checked.

“No.” His first word to me, and it was muttered as he looked over his shoulder to his security. “Wait in the car.”

There was a small and silent battle, one where they questioned his decision with a subtle tilt of their heads. He turned back to me, and the battle ended. I pressed on the door, and we entered the hall.

“We have blackjack and poker on the floor.”

I walked slightly ahead of him, the hallway too narrow to allow anything else. He was tall, my shoulders the height of his chest, and I lifted my chin to make sure he heard me as we entered the main room.

“There are only six slot machines, but they are all high limit. The cage allows markers of up to a million dollars, but exceptions are common. Depending on the night, we have different specialty games, and craps on the weekend.”

I motioned toward the cage. “Should I have chips pulled for you?”

He let his eyes move over the room, and I followed his lead, wondering what his impression was of the space. The House was a converted warehouse with floor-to-ceiling curtains around its perimeter, crystal chandeliers hanging from its faux ceiling, marble floors, and enough opulence to hold its own with any high-roller room in town, his included. Granted, we didn’t have the largest hotel in Vegas behind it, or his fifty thousand square feet of tables, but we had bigger names in this room than anywhere.

“There’s a bar in the next room if you are just here to socialize. It’s an invitation-only space.”

There was no need to mention his standing invite. Dario Capece, the poor kid from Louisiana, had been given the keys to the city when he’d married Gwen Hawk, the heiress to the The Majestic casino. He’d turned those city keys into golden handcuffs when he’d transformed the struggling Majestic into the hottest address on the Strip. Now Vegas was his playground, his kingdom, his supermarket. In the ten years since he’d married into money, he’d bought three more casinos, and his legend had grown legs and done the tango.

“I’d like to speak to your boss.” His words were quiet, but I knew they were being picked up by the hidden mics, set into every seam of this building. He turned to me, and in the direct eye contact, I felt unstable, a scrap of paper loose in a hurricane.

Did everyone feel this way? Was this how he’d captured our city so easily, how he’d filled thousands of hotel rooms and seduced the best talent into his workforce? I reached out, resting my hand on the railing and forced myself not to grip it for dear life. “I’m afraid that isn’t possible. The owners aren’t here tonight.”

“Ah.” He nodded and stepped closer. I forced myself not to move. This close to him, I could smell his cologne. I could feel the edge of his pants as they brushed against my bare legs.

“I don’t believe you,” he said quietly.

I lifted one shoulder in the most casual way I could and shrugged. “Sometimes people don’t.”

It was a risky move, and I thought of all the stories I’d heard, men who had lost body parts or disappeared, all for playing the wrong way, counting the wrong cards, or saying the wrong things. I met his eyes, tightened my gut, and prepared for the worst.

Then, he laughed, turning back to the floor, his hands resting on the railing, the edge of a grin visible on that handsome face. He was beautiful, in a fierce, wild way. Short dark hair, littered with silver. Big, strong features, a once-broken nose, but handsome lines. He looked like a pretty boy who grew into a man and beat the shit out of the kid he’d once been. He looked like a night full of filthy, delicious sex, and a string of orgasms that would leave you panting and delirious. He looked untouchable.

He looked back at me, and the hint of a smile still touched his lips. “Ballsy. I like that.”

There was a soft touch at my elbow, and I turned and saw Lance, his hoodie and workout shorts replaced with dress slacks and a button-up shirt. I raised my eyebrows, and he leaned forward, kissing me on the cheek.

“I’ll take it from here, B.”

“Nice outfit,” I said quietly before he pulled away. I gave him a small smile and stepped away from the railing, nodding to the visitor. “Would you care for a drink?”

“A Coke, if you have it,” Dario responded.

“Certainly.”

I turned from them, moving down the steps and to the main floor, bee-lining for the bar, and shaking my head when Britni shot me a quizzical look. I grabbed a tumbler and fixed Lance’s usual, then grabbed a glass and filled it with ice, opening one of the small bottles of Coke and pouring it in.

I glanced up at the entrance balcony where I’d left the men. Dario Capece rested his forearms on the railing. They looked friendly, and I wondered what they were discussing. His gaze connected with mine and I turned away, stacking the items on the tray and adding the dark purple House napkins. I stalled for a moment, taking a steadying breath before I hoisted the tray on my shoulder and headed for the stairs. Delivering drinks wasn’t exactly ground-breaking stuff, something I could do blindfolded and one-handed. I had no reason to be nervous.

But something about him, something about that short exchange and the way his face had pulled into a smile… I felt unsure and exhilarated, all at the same time—a dangerous combination around a man like him.

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