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Authors: Nicole Edwards
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reason… She simply didn’t want their time together to end.
Sliding her hand into his, Cassidy forced a smile as she peered up into his beautiful brown eyes. “Okay.”
An hour later, Cassidy was walking through the club, hand in hand with Isaiah as he greeted people, taking the time to actually talk to the VIP guests one on one, ensuring they were having a good time and checking to see if they needed anything.
It was surreal, his job. Isaiah was toe-to-toe with the rich and famous. There were so many people that Cassidy recognized from popular movies, plenty of music stars, all shoulder to shoulder with Isaiah, treating him as though he were their best friend while they all had a good time at Devil’s Playground.
Sure, she’d heard of the place but had never been, even though she’d lived in Vegas her entire life. Although the club was nice—nicer than nice, actually—it still wasn’t her thing. Sure, she liked the setup, the fancy water features that flowed throughout, the various seating areas, the LED lighting that gave the place a sexy, almost romantic feel, but it wouldn’t have been her first choice for a night out.
She had to admit, despite that, she was having a good time with Isaiah. He politely introduced her to everyone he spoke with, seemingly proud that she was there with him. It gave her a sense of belonging that she hadn’t felt in so long.
Not once during the night did she worry about Jordan. She knew he was there, still being protected by Isaiah’s bodyguards because they had some unfinished business to attend to tomorrow. No, her entire focus was on Isaiah. As though she were taking it all in, memorizing every physical detail so that she could hang on to it when this was all over.
“Your brother asked to speak with you,” Isaiah told her as he led her toward a set of stairs. “I’ll give you two a few minutes.”
Cassidy nodded and then ascended the stairs when Isaiah motioned her up.
When she reached the second floor, her eyes took a moment to focus in the dark, but then she noticed Jordan sitting at a table near the wall. As she approached, he got to his feet, pulling her into a hug as soon as she was close enough.
“Thank you,” he whispered against her ear.
“For?” she asked, pulling back and looking at him.
His face was still puffy, but his eye was no longer swollen shut. It was clear he’d showered and changed.
When Jordan motioned for her to sit down, Cassidy pulled the spare chair closer to him, then eased into it.
“Are you really okay?” she asked, sensing a nervous tension in her brother.
“I will be,” he told her, his gaze darting around the area as though he were seeking someone.
“When?”
“When what?” he countered.
“When will you be okay?”
“When this is all settled,” he said simply. “I’m supposed to meet with Isaiah tomorrow. Then I’ll be having a conversation with Max Adorite.” Jordan’s eyes searched the area once more before settling on her. “Do you know who these people are, Cass?”
“Yes,” she answered simply.
“You realize you’ve gotten involved with the mafia?” he asked incredulously.
Cassidy leaned closer. “You realize the mafia saved your ass today?”
“I know that,” he replied, a frustrated hint to his tone. “And I’m grateful. But I don’t think you should be mixed up with them.”
“Too late for that,” she told him.
“Cass—”
“No,” she interrupted. “Don’t go all big brother on me, Jordan. I know who these people are. And in case you don’t remember, it’s your fault I’m involved at all. So, spare me the good advice. I don’t need it.”
Jordan’s face fell and Cassidy knew she’d hurt him. As much as she hated that fact, she couldn’t see any other way to deal with her brother at the moment. He was always willing to give advice but never seemed to take any. At this point, he still had some debts to settle, and she only hoped Max would be lenient with him.
“So
Sliding her hand into his, Cassidy forced a smile as she peered up into his beautiful brown eyes. “Okay.”
An hour later, Cassidy was walking through the club, hand in hand with Isaiah as he greeted people, taking the time to actually talk to the VIP guests one on one, ensuring they were having a good time and checking to see if they needed anything.
It was surreal, his job. Isaiah was toe-to-toe with the rich and famous. There were so many people that Cassidy recognized from popular movies, plenty of music stars, all shoulder to shoulder with Isaiah, treating him as though he were their best friend while they all had a good time at Devil’s Playground.
Sure, she’d heard of the place but had never been, even though she’d lived in Vegas her entire life. Although the club was nice—nicer than nice, actually—it still wasn’t her thing. Sure, she liked the setup, the fancy water features that flowed throughout, the various seating areas, the LED lighting that gave the place a sexy, almost romantic feel, but it wouldn’t have been her first choice for a night out.
She had to admit, despite that, she was having a good time with Isaiah. He politely introduced her to everyone he spoke with, seemingly proud that she was there with him. It gave her a sense of belonging that she hadn’t felt in so long.
Not once during the night did she worry about Jordan. She knew he was there, still being protected by Isaiah’s bodyguards because they had some unfinished business to attend to tomorrow. No, her entire focus was on Isaiah. As though she were taking it all in, memorizing every physical detail so that she could hang on to it when this was all over.
“Your brother asked to speak with you,” Isaiah told her as he led her toward a set of stairs. “I’ll give you two a few minutes.”
Cassidy nodded and then ascended the stairs when Isaiah motioned her up.
When she reached the second floor, her eyes took a moment to focus in the dark, but then she noticed Jordan sitting at a table near the wall. As she approached, he got to his feet, pulling her into a hug as soon as she was close enough.
“Thank you,” he whispered against her ear.
“For?” she asked, pulling back and looking at him.
His face was still puffy, but his eye was no longer swollen shut. It was clear he’d showered and changed.
When Jordan motioned for her to sit down, Cassidy pulled the spare chair closer to him, then eased into it.
“Are you really okay?” she asked, sensing a nervous tension in her brother.
“I will be,” he told her, his gaze darting around the area as though he were seeking someone.
“When?”
“When what?” he countered.
“When will you be okay?”
“When this is all settled,” he said simply. “I’m supposed to meet with Isaiah tomorrow. Then I’ll be having a conversation with Max Adorite.” Jordan’s eyes searched the area once more before settling on her. “Do you know who these people are, Cass?”
“Yes,” she answered simply.
“You realize you’ve gotten involved with the mafia?” he asked incredulously.
Cassidy leaned closer. “You realize the mafia saved your ass today?”
“I know that,” he replied, a frustrated hint to his tone. “And I’m grateful. But I don’t think you should be mixed up with them.”
“Too late for that,” she told him.
“Cass—”
“No,” she interrupted. “Don’t go all big brother on me, Jordan. I know who these people are. And in case you don’t remember, it’s your fault I’m involved at all. So, spare me the good advice. I don’t need it.”
Jordan’s face fell and Cassidy knew she’d hurt him. As much as she hated that fact, she couldn’t see any other way to deal with her brother at the moment. He was always willing to give advice but never seemed to take any. At this point, he still had some debts to settle, and she only hoped Max would be lenient with him.
“So
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