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Chapter 7: The First Conquest

Author: Tassi Blake
last update Last Updated: 2025-08-13 08:06:22

Friday, November 15, 2024 The Pantheon Penthouse

Ava sat curled in the corner of the white leather sofa like a wounded animal.

The black cocktail dress stuck to her skin, wrinkled from the night's chaos. Her makeup had smeared during the car ride. Mascara left dark tracks down her cheeks.

Her hands wouldn't stop shaking.

Through the floor-to-ceiling windows, Vegas spread below in endless neon and shadow. The city lights blurred together. After hours of pounding music at Babylon House, the penthouse silence felt thick enough to choke on.

She couldn't stop seeing his face.

Richard Holbrook. The man who'd taught her chess when she was twelve. Who'd cried at her father's funeral. Who'd crawled naked across marble tonight, high on Glimmer, reduced to pure animal need.

If someone like Richard could fall that far, what hope did any of them have?

The elevator chimed.

Damian entered quietly. He'd shed his jacket somewhere between the car and here. His white shirt sleeves were rolled up, showi
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