Reid

Oh, yes. This was going to be a challenge.

Any other woman would be in bed with me right about now, screaming my name.

Of course any other woman—at least any other living woman—hadn’t been so viciously victimized by my psycho father.

No problem. I had a few days at my disposal. I’d be working my ass off with the legal team, of course, but I never had trouble finding playtime.

I’d sleep on it.

I texted my assistant, Terrence, quickly and told him I needed tickets to Zee’s ten o’clock show tomorrow, pronto, and then I turned to emails.

I’d gotten through a few when my phone dinged with a text.

Terrence was damned good. He’d been my assistant for a couple years now, and I swore the dude had connections even the Wolfes didn’t have.

Except…the text wasn’t from Terrence.

I hear you’re in Las Vegas, gorgeous. So am I, as it happens. Want to meet for a drink?

Nieves Romero. My brother’s old flame who I just happened to fuck a couple weeks ago when she showed up in New York.

Not my finest moment.

But damn, she was hot. Rock had given her the brush-off, so she’d been ripe for the picking.

What the hell did she want? Then again, what did it matter?

I could use a good fuck.

Sure. I’m staying at Wolfe Premiere. Meet me in the bar in a half hour.

You got it, hot stuff.

How did she know I was here? Maybe I could also get some information out of her. She and her sister, Leta, seemed to be involved in this mystery somehow, but how? And why? They had no connection to my father.

Not that we knew of, anyway.

The limo dropped me back at the hotel. I checked my phone for the time. I had fifteen minutes before Nieves showed up in the bar. Time for a few games of blackjack. I was a whiz at the game.

The high-stakes tables called to me. I found a spot and laid a thousand dollars on the table for some chips. Then I laid all the chips out for the next deal.

The rush of gambling had been my downfall when I was younger, until my father taught me how to control the urge. He taught me never to leave too much to chance and to stay in control of every situation. If the table wasn’t cooperating, leave.

Lose two games in a row, get up and walk away, was his motto.

It hadn’t failed me yet. Sure, I lost sometimes, but more often than not, I left richer than I started.