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“At the barracks… or the training yard.” Without thinking, Blythe snatched up her cloak. “Cover for me.” Helena’s eyes widened. “My Lady—” “Cover for me.” At the training grounds “Beta,” Xavier said tightly, straightening. “Didn’t expect you here.” Vegas smiled thinly. “Nor did I expect so many late-night repairs in the Luna’s private gardens. How diligent of you.” Xavier’s jaw tensed. “Just doing my duty.” “Of course.” Vegas took a slow step forward. “Tell me, stablehand… how far would you go for loyalty?”

And the noises of the humans hit my ears in a roar, but a voice that sounded close enough shut them out. "Welcome to Mandalay Bay Resort and Casino. What will you do this evening?" He asked. I turned my face and looked at his name tag. "I came to play, Mr Peterson" He brought out a log book which had a pen atop. "Name, age, address, phone and time of entrance please. And your ID" I throwed a look at him and brought out bundle of $100 dollar bills. "Logan Creed. Age, just write eighty…" He glanced at me from top to down and back again and slowly nodded his head while his eyes perched on the dollar bills. He added the info, and waited for more.

I chuckled as I glanced around, seeing people still out and about at two am. “I guess Vegas can’t use that tagline since NYC came first.” Hibiki shrugged. “Guess that’s true.” I agreed, watching for street signs and the sign for the hotel we are supposed to be staying at. “I wonder if we beat them here.” Hibiki commented as I pulled off into the parking garage of The Golden Gate Hotel and Casino. “Guess we’ll find out.” I answered, finding a parking spot.

I tore through the city, heading away from the mansions and down into the grit of the North. I pulled up to the back entrance of The Vault. Vegas Den. The two bouncers at the door—huge men with scars and no names—straightened up the second they saw my bike. They didn't ask for ID. They didn't say a word. They bowed. I walked inside. The music from the main floor was a dull throb in the walls. I moved through the kitchen and into the private hallway. My manager, a sharp woman named Tasha, met me halfway.

he corrected her with a smile. “Xavier, we’ve set you up for the night in Tom’s old room down the hall. I’ll show you.” Her mother glanced between them sharply. “But there’ll be no funny business tonight. I mean it.” “Of course not, ma’am,” Xavier said meekly. He looked at Sylvia, and his dark eyes danced with sudden laughter. Then he sobered. “Get some sleep, Sylvia. We leave for Las Vegas in the morning.” As the door closed, Sylvia sucked in her breath. In the morning. The trade.

“Serena, calm down. Vega has her own room. The man she came with booked two rooms—one for each of them. They’re not sharing.” “So what?! Who’s to say he won’t sneak into her room in the middle of the night?! Just tell me the room number! I can’t wait—I’m going to find her right now!” After a short pause, Xavier finally relented. “3203 and 3204.” Before he even finished speaking, Serena hung up and rushed out of her room. ***

Kaelen insisted on blasting the overly dramatic orchestral music so there wasn’t much chance for conversation. The hour passed quickly as the freeway turned to glistening, rain-drenched city streets. We pulled into a reserved space in a lot right next to a three-story concrete building. The sign outside flashed bright red letters V-A-M-P-T-O-P-I-A. Xavier opened my door. He held out his hand, and I took it. Tonight, he wore a black button down, suit jacket, and slacks. His dreadlocks, falling loose around his shoulders, framed his strong jaw. He slid his other hand to my lower back, and we started toward the club.

Not after last night. I got back to the bedroom where I change back into the clothes I wore when I came here. I wouldn't want to start a fight with Lexi yet. But her man will be mine once again. I reach the door and before I can go I hear Xavier call out my man. “ What?” “ Just a reminder that what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas.”

Vega made his request. "Please wait! I'll check first." The woman immediately checked the available empty hotel rooms, while Vega and Alberto waited for a while. "There is a room like what you want. The room is on floor 17A. Is there a deposit or ID card?" "How much is the deposit?" Vega asked for the deposit amount at the hotel. The woman mentioned the deposit amount that Vega had to pay if she didn't want to leave his ID card. Vega took her wallet from her bag and used the money in it to pay the deposit and the cost of her hotel stay. Meanwhile, the woman was looking for the key.

Xavier and I stepped out of the car, handed the keys to the valet, and walked toward the entrance. There was no line. If you were a member, you walked in. If not, you had to buy an expensive ticket, hoping they’d let you in. Xavier had secured two VIP tickets under fake names. We were directed to a non-member lobby. The receptionist asked us to wait while they confirmed our identities. I opened a mind-link. “What if they find out?” I wasn’t ready to give myself away yet.