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out with a big cash sum, while others would fight her to the death to protect their own selfish interests. But that was just the nature of the game, and Cyrus would not have requested it of her if he hadn’t thought she could make it happen.
Perhaps Duke was right in his prediction that she would make enemies with this list. Except, of course, he didn’t know that it appeared she already had. Both within her own family and in the form of a mysterious stranger who enjoyed sending written threats…
Kennedy’s face suddenly flashed in her mind, and she wondered just what role her younger sister wanted to play when she finished college. Presuming she wanted to play a role at all—Kennedy might prefer to take the cash and run off to Cancun or the south of France and party for the summer.
Madison had always known just how different she was from her sister. When she was nineteen, she worked in the restaurants at her family’s casino in Las Vegas. She put in sixteen hour days learning the business and revamping the department to run more efficiently, the way she wanted.
Madison started her rise to the top at nineteen, but what was Kennedy doing?
That was the fundamental reason Madison knew she would never understand her sister. They were as dramatically different in personality as any two people could be. It was a shame, but she knew that reality was often hard to swallow. That didn’t make it any less real.
Because she knew thinking of Las Vegas would only put her in a bad mood, she tried to push it out of her mind as she went back to reading through the documents.
Then she remembered what Wyatt had told her the day before. If he hadn’t been lying to her, then he had checked into the hotel that very morning.
She grimaced, a darkness settling over her as she realized just what that meant.
The last time Wyatt Bailey had arrived at one of the Vasser Hotels, her life was turned upside down. She knew, just as surely as she knew her heart beat red with blood, that the same was about to occur to her now.
The first thing Madison understood perfectly the moment she set foot in Las Vegas was that the City of Sin could make the Devil feel right at home.
It wasn’t because of the scorching, mind-numbing heat, though there was plenty of that to go around. Or the inherent fear of dying in the hot desert sand, helplessly alone in miles and miles of empty wasteland. No, it was the sin that drew the Devil, the sin that burrowed deep within the roots of the city itself and lit up the night sky with vibrant neon lights. It was all around her, everywhere she looked—the booze and the gambling, the easy sex and the drugs, the impulsive violence…oh, what a city it was.
She was ready to take it head on and make Vegas hers before she was through.
Ascending the steps to the glorious Vasser Hotel and Casino was a monumental experience for her. It was her first time visiting, though she already knew so much about the place. She knew the precise number of rooms, the names of the chefs in the hotel kitchen, and the different job titles of the employees who ran the casino. She had extensively researched everything before making the decision to move there.
Thanks to her Uncle Duke, she was being given the chance to prove her worth to the family, to show them what she was capable of. Although her grandfather already knew it, she appreciated the opportunity to succeed on her own terms.
As she approached the glamorous entrance to the casino, its glass doors emblazoned with a giant gold “V” opening to greet her, she felt a satisfied smile bloom over her face.
It was spectacular in every sense of the word.
The carpet was a rich navy blue with bold yellow floral designs weaving throughout, giving the perception of walking on a lake scattered with autumn leaves. A walkway made of splendid travertine in beiges and yellows snaked its way throughout the casino, leading guests through the blackjack, poker and craps tables, beyond the
Perhaps Duke was right in his prediction that she would make enemies with this list. Except, of course, he didn’t know that it appeared she already had. Both within her own family and in the form of a mysterious stranger who enjoyed sending written threats…
Kennedy’s face suddenly flashed in her mind, and she wondered just what role her younger sister wanted to play when she finished college. Presuming she wanted to play a role at all—Kennedy might prefer to take the cash and run off to Cancun or the south of France and party for the summer.
Madison had always known just how different she was from her sister. When she was nineteen, she worked in the restaurants at her family’s casino in Las Vegas. She put in sixteen hour days learning the business and revamping the department to run more efficiently, the way she wanted.
Madison started her rise to the top at nineteen, but what was Kennedy doing?
That was the fundamental reason Madison knew she would never understand her sister. They were as dramatically different in personality as any two people could be. It was a shame, but she knew that reality was often hard to swallow. That didn’t make it any less real.
Because she knew thinking of Las Vegas would only put her in a bad mood, she tried to push it out of her mind as she went back to reading through the documents.
Then she remembered what Wyatt had told her the day before. If he hadn’t been lying to her, then he had checked into the hotel that very morning.
She grimaced, a darkness settling over her as she realized just what that meant.
The last time Wyatt Bailey had arrived at one of the Vasser Hotels, her life was turned upside down. She knew, just as surely as she knew her heart beat red with blood, that the same was about to occur to her now.
The first thing Madison understood perfectly the moment she set foot in Las Vegas was that the City of Sin could make the Devil feel right at home.
It wasn’t because of the scorching, mind-numbing heat, though there was plenty of that to go around. Or the inherent fear of dying in the hot desert sand, helplessly alone in miles and miles of empty wasteland. No, it was the sin that drew the Devil, the sin that burrowed deep within the roots of the city itself and lit up the night sky with vibrant neon lights. It was all around her, everywhere she looked—the booze and the gambling, the easy sex and the drugs, the impulsive violence…oh, what a city it was.
She was ready to take it head on and make Vegas hers before she was through.
Ascending the steps to the glorious Vasser Hotel and Casino was a monumental experience for her. It was her first time visiting, though she already knew so much about the place. She knew the precise number of rooms, the names of the chefs in the hotel kitchen, and the different job titles of the employees who ran the casino. She had extensively researched everything before making the decision to move there.
Thanks to her Uncle Duke, she was being given the chance to prove her worth to the family, to show them what she was capable of. Although her grandfather already knew it, she appreciated the opportunity to succeed on her own terms.
As she approached the glamorous entrance to the casino, its glass doors emblazoned with a giant gold “V” opening to greet her, she felt a satisfied smile bloom over her face.
It was spectacular in every sense of the word.
The carpet was a rich navy blue with bold yellow floral designs weaving throughout, giving the perception of walking on a lake scattered with autumn leaves. A walkway made of splendid travertine in beiges and yellows snaked its way throughout the casino, leading guests through the blackjack, poker and craps tables, beyond the
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