All Chapters of FOR DADDY’S EYES ONLY!: Chapter 241 - Chapter 245

Weeks slipped by, life was a haze of sequins and spotlights for Lexi, the Mirage Palace's revue her relentless grind. She hadn't uttered a word to Uncle Ray since that night in Carlos's penthouse, the surveillance drive hidden in her apartment like a ticking bomb waiting to explode. Every frame replayed in her mind—Elena's desperate struggle in the alley, the van's shadow swallowing her. Foul play. Rivals. And Carlos? His empire reeked of complicity, those passionate confessions in bed now tainted with suspicion. Lexi dodged his texts, feigned exhaustion during late-night summons, but the stage demanded her presence. Her body ached from endless rehearsals, pussy still tender from stolen moments when she'd cave to his pull, hating how her clit throbbed at his voice. The full picture eluded her—debts, affairs, murders—but recoil gripped her tight, a vise of doubt squeezing her resolve. Rehearsal hall buzzed under brightened flourescent glare, the troupe stretching in leotards tha

Rain hammered the Vegas strip like a vengeful god, turning the alley behind the Mirage Palace into a slick, shadowed trench. Lexi huddled under the awning of a dumpster, her sequined jacket soaked through, clinging to her curves like a desperate lover. The show's afterglow had faded hours ago, but sleep evaded her—Ray's confession from rehearsal gnawed like an open wound. Debts. Pimping her out. She believed Elena's ghost tangled in it all. She spotted his silhouette staggering from the back door, cigarette glowing in the downpour. 'Uncle!' Her shout cut through the storm, boots splashing as she advanced. Ray flinched, dropping the smoke, eyes widening in the neon bleed from the street. 'Lexi? What the hell—you trying to drown in this rain?' He backed up, rain matting his thinning hair. She grabbed his collar, yanking him close, water streaming down her face. 'No more games. You sold me to Carlos for Elena's fuck-ups. Tell me everything, or I scream it to the whole casino.'

The countdown to opening night ticked like a bomb in Lexi's veins, rehearsals blurring into a frenzy of silk costumes and spotlight sweat. The Mirage Palace thrummed with pre-show chaos—dancers stretching in the wings, techs cursing faulty lights—but Carlos's grip tightened like a vice. He shadowed her every move, eyes devouring her from across the stage, a predator staking claim. 'You're mine to showcase,' he'd murmur during breaks, fingers brushing her thigh under the table, sending unwelcome sparks through her core. That evening, as the sun dipped behind the desert haze, he cornered her in the dressing room mirror's glow. 'Private game tonight. High rollers. You come as my charm.' His voice brooked no argument, hand sliding up her spine to tangle in her hair, yanking her head back for a bruising kiss. Tongue thrusting deep, he ground his erection against her hip. 'Wear the red dress. No panties.' Lexi shoved at his chest, breath hitching. 'I'm not your toy for bets.' But the