All Chapters of The Billionaire Heiress Baby: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

I crane my neck, looking for Manny, who's supposed to be dealing blackjack. But then again, he's been playing hooky so much lately I'msurprised he hasn't been canned. After a few moments of heart pounding panic, I spot him at a table about fifty yards to my right. I find a slot machine where I won't be conspicuous and take a seat on the red velvet stool. It's a quarter machine, and this bank of one-armed bandits is pretty desolate. Like some sibling connection causes him to sense my presence, Manny's soulful brown eyes meet mine. I swear I can see him wince from my vantage point. Probably wishful thinking. He isn't remorseful because he stole the money, he's only worried because he got caught. I sigh. It seems like my life is on an endless loop of hopelessness when all I want is to catch a break.The twenty or so minutes until Manny gets his break tick by like hours. Words form in my head. Angry, bitter words. But I probably won't say them. What would be the use? Words don't work in s

The motherfucker's comeuppance is near. His demise so close I can almost taste it. One wrong move and he's toast. Once I have his head on a stake, I'll be the top dog in Vegas. Just like my father before me. No more walls closing in. No more panic after agonizing visits to my dead parents.No more worrying over my four brothers. No more having to be somewhere that makes me feel like I'm slowly dying inside. Soon this will all be over, I remind myself as I stab the up arrow inannoyance. Once I hear the ding and the doors slide open, I wait outside as the hotel guests step off. The cabin's empty now. I shove my hands in my pockets and remain calm, knowing Dante's goons are watching me through the closed-circuit cameras and are radioing their boss to let him know I'm coming to the meeting.Once I'm off the elevator, I turn left and follow the arrows that lead to the Canal Room. Inside, hand painted murals of Venice create a pleasant and rich atmosphere. But it's not just for aesthetics.

Some girls fantasize about The Thunder from Down Under or the Chippendales, but I've never had that inclination. And even now as I stare around the dilapidated trailer, it's not debt, filth, or even sculpted muscles that have my mind tied up in knots.No. It's a dark, brooding man. He's huge and broad-shouldered. But his eyes. I've never seen anything like them. They're black as coal and just as dead. Lifeless, really. I wonder what a man like that would be capable of doing to me. At the prospect, my heart flutters in my chest, and my panties flood with wetness. There's something dangerous about him. Something that turns me on like nothing I've ever felt before.I sigh. At work, I'd been too busy and too distracted by Lita and the job at hand that I hadn't many moments to think about how he made me feel. But now…I take a college brochure for UCLA and fan myself with it. Thankfully Manny's still at work, and he's not here to start plying me with questions. Like all big brothers, he se

Reaching over, I click the intercom and tell Carol to get Manuel Castillo up to my office.Troy smirks. “Carol left three hours ago.”“Shit. You're right. I guess I was just talking to myself.”Troy tents his hands in front of his face and gets that pensive look. He's about to become the fucking voice of reason. “What are you going to do?”“I'm going to put the fear of God into her brother for starters. I can't even imagine stealing from any of my brothers. Can you imagine what Mom or Dad would have done if we'd turned on each other like that? Shit. My mom was so fucking American she named all of us after presidents.”Troy laughs, a deep, rumbling sound that almost makes me feel normal.“Yeah, your mom was a great lady. Back to Marcella. Didn't you see that information about her internship?”I open the folder back up and rifle through. Stopping at the community college transcript, I run my finger down the text but don't notice anything strange or intriguing. “What?”“She did an intern

I blink a few times. “Thanks, Mr. Giovanetti, but I'm not interested. I'm already gainfully employed.”His eyes flash fire but he only lets his annoyance show for a split second before his face again becomes a cool mask of indifference. Danger spills out from every pore even though he tries to hide it. A shiver travels down my spine in spite of the heat. I don't like him, and I want him gone.He reaches inside his tailored to perfection suit coat and produces a card. As he hands it to me, his fingers stay linked with mine a moment longer than would be considered appropriate. I lean back, wanting more space between the two of us. A gorge the size of the Grand Canyon wouldn't be far enough to set my mind at ease. It seems right to glance down at the card I'm holding. The expensive vellum paper is embossed with gold foil lettering.Dante Giovanetti, Owner Mona Lisa Hotel & Casino“If you change your mind, that number goes straight to my assistant.” As he talks, he sweeps his superior and