NYX:Then I suggest you get on your fancy jet and return to your debutante.
ME:But I’d rather stay here and spar with you.
NYX:I mean it. Come one step near me, and I will make you regret it.
ME:I expect nothing less from the goddess of night.
NYX:Asshole.
I lifted my attention to Kasen as he opened the glass door separating the balcony and the penthouse.
The look on his face said he had information I needed to hear. Moving in his direction, I slid my phone into my pocket. I could wait a few minutes to antagonize Nyx some more.
“You aren’t going to believe what I just found out.” Kasen shook his head. “You were fucking right about everything.”
“Want to elaborate? I’m right about a lot of things.”
“Dickhead,” Kasen muttered. “Your future bride.”
“Meaning?”
“She’s involved in the underground gambling circuit up to her eyeballs.”
“How did you discover this?”
Kasen handed me an envelope. “This was delivered courtesy of Sota.”
I lifted the flap and pulled out a card with a note attached to the top.
This stays between us. What you do with the information is up to you. I owe you for keeping quiet about your fiancée. I would have told you if my hands weren’t tied. Remember, all consequences are on your neck.
Pulling off the note, I studied the information on the cardstock. It detailed a location, coincidently a suite in one of the private towers of the very hotel I was staying in, a time, a code to a specific elevator, and the number twenty-nine million.
“What do you plan to do?” Kasen asked.
I smiled. “I’m planning to play some poker.”
8
Nyx
“You’re going to make a killing.”
I shifted my attention to Stevie as she positioned herself at my side.
“That we are.” Smiling, I leaned against a wall in a hidden corner of one of the two palatial sky suites in the Las Vegas Grand Palace Casino and Resort.
This was the perfect vantage point to enjoy a prime view of tonight’s games and some of the wealthiest individuals in the world playing high-stakes poker. The people at the tables ranged from royals of various houses around the world to movie stars, industrialists, billionaires, and anything in between.
After the shit from last week, I’d gone above and beyond to vet those who garnered an invitation tonight, making sure to learn anything and everything about each person. Maybe calling in some of my friends with connections that would probably make every hair on my dear father’s and brothers’ heads gray within seconds was going a bit far, but I wasn’t going to take any chances.
Never would I let a personal relationship color my view on people again. Business was business.
Wasn’t that how my asshole fiancé had put it?
Every one of these individuals could visit the VIP high-roller rooms in the many casinos in the city; however, none of them could broker the type of secondary deals taking place at my tables.
I wasn’t talking about the pots ranging from a few hundred thousand to tens of millions, where I took a percentage cut, but the ones made between the hands of cards or over cocktails and small talk.