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he explains patiently. “It's okay, I'll call her when I land. You've taken the post down, right?” I sighed as a uniformed hostess approached and smoothly took my bags from me. “And disabled his account entirely,” Alex confirms. “Keep your own profile set to private and change your username to help bury it. Enjoy your time in Vegas, sweetie. You deserve it, after all of this. And please don't just stay in bed and cry all day over that d-ckhead. You'll get better boys, you have all the time in the world.”

“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?”

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.

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.”

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.

This is an event that comes every three years where every skater from all organizations in Chicago gets to find sponsors by mingling and interacting and gets to meet other stakers outside their team. “Ah, Ahvi. We've expecting you!” Xenia approaches us, a glass of wine held between her fingers and a man in suit with her. They reach us. “I will like to introduce you to Mr. Vegas, he runs a media and broadcasting company and will like to work with you,” “Hello, Miss Ahvi, I've heard and seen a lot about you. My three daughters are huge fans of yours, shame they aren't here,” Mr Vegas extends his hands toward me for a handshake and I shake it with a smile.

"Hello, where's the VIP section? Please take me there." Sasha couldn't help but laugh out loud. All she wanted now was to humiliate Felix while ignoring the curious looks coming from others. "Haha! VIP section? Even the most basic VIP account requires a minimum balance of ten million dollars. Do you even have ten thousand on you, you pauper?" Judging from Felix's outfit and Sasha's words, Jamie was skeptical that he was a VIP client. According to the rules, they had to verify his identity first. "Sir, please show your bank card and verify your fingerprint here."