Deuces Wild: The Billionaire's Dangerous Obsession의 모든 챕터: 챕터 41 - 챕터 50

POV: EliAs soon as Eli stepped out of his silver BMW and handed the keys to the valet service, he was instantly swarmed with different kinds of individuals. Some were old acquaintances while some wanted to make his acquaintance.He kept his face stoic as he greeted his old friends and associates who were lounging in the reception area. He ignored the ones who were trying to introduce themselves.He was running out of patience. He'd waited so long to see her and these vapid people were in his way.From the moment he woke up earlier, he'd been watching the clock as time seemed to move in slow motion. He'd kept himself occupied with tedious paperwork. He even went down to the casino and watched the high-limit poker games.But after half an hour of observing varying deals and strategies, he decided he couldn't stay any longer. It only reminded him too much of her.He wanted to go to Fiordillatte earlier, before it even opened, but Marco and Pam were in agreement that he shouldn't. Pam re

POV: BrigailAll the guests were settled in their corresponding tables. The dining hall was dimmed, with only the enormous chandelier providing most of the lighting. Every table was decorated with small, stylish lamps, accentuating the intimate and cozy ambiance of the restaurant.Tara went up the stage and asked the pianist to halt as she prepared for the big reveal. All eyes were trained on Tara.All except for Eli, who couldn't keep his eyes off Brigail for a long period of time.As soon as Eli left their side, Brigail and Alcide parked themselves at their table along with Terry, Holly, and Jessica. Terry had taken it upon himself to fill their wine glasses with vintage Malbec the sommelier had given them to accompany the entrée."Eli Michealson," Alcide murmured mostly to himself as though he was trying to piece together a puzzle.Then the light bulb moment came and he confronted Brigail, who was fixating on the cloth napkin on her lap."Sook! Is that the same Eli Michealson you a

POV: BrigailBrigail was getting restless. She could feel someone watching her and she didn't need to look around to distinguish who it was.She was trying her hardest to keep up with the conversation at her table, but her mind kept drifting to a certain tall and blonde man across the room.Holly and Jessica were making her predicament even worse because they couldn't seem to stop talking about him."What do you think will be the first order of business tomorrow?" Holly asked. She would be working the lunch shift tomorrow along with Terry, and they both shared a certain degree of panic after Tara had dropped the bomb on them."Maybe he'll make all the girls wear short shorts and halter tops, while the men will be asked to wear Ghost hats and fur," Jessica said a bit too perkily for Brigail's taste.Alcide looked expectantly at Brigail, waiting for her to put in her two cents. But Brigail kept mum. She would only join in the discussion when the topic wasn't Eli Michealson."That means

POV: BrigailMac Rattray's head drooped as he sat motionless in a stainless steel chair. He was strapped to his seat with his hands and feet bound with thick rope.When the door burst open, Mac Rattray lifted his head up to see who his new tormentors would be. He'd hardly slept a wink since he was brought to Big Tony.Anthony Murello's men were all eager to welcome Mac Rattray as they took turns beating him up. Jake Purifoy, Big Tony's right-hand man, called dibs on the Rat's manhood. But Big Tony was under strict orders from The Ghost that the Rat would not be castrated until he met Eli's associate.Eli didn't take his eyes off her as she stared at the Rat with a blank expression. He stole a glance at Mac Rattray, whose eyes were so swollen that he needed to shift his head forward to recognize his visitors.Mac jerked back in his chair, his frail body shrinking as he tried to hunch his back to evade The Ghost's glare.Eli's nose wrinkled in disgust before he returned his gaze to her.

POV: BrigailThey rode in silence as she stared out the window. Eli would glance at her every few seconds, weighing her mood.He wasn't sure what she really thought of his peace offering. And aside from their brief moment of unreserved affability, she'd retreated back to her shell.He swore under his breath as they drew near her street. The car slowed to a stop at the curb in front of her building.She unbuckled her seatbelt and Eli mimicked her movement. But as he was unlatching his belt, she put her rough, shaky hand over his."Thank you. That was the nicest thing anyone has ever done for me," she murmured. Her voice was hoarse and trembling, as though she was trying to keep it steady.Eli locked his gaze with hers. "Stay."She drew her eyebrows together quizzically."Stay at the restaurant. Stay in Vegas. Stay here."Brigail bit her lip, unsure what to say. She was terribly conflicted. All arrows were pointing at her to stay. She'd finally caught a break with her father's case. She