The elevator purred as it ascended, glass walls giving Dario an unfiltered view of the chaotic brilliance that was Las Vegas.

The feel of deja vu running through him.

Below, he caught the sight of a out door party of sort.

People were dancing—half drunk already, some gambling, others just drinking and losing themselves in distractions.

But, he wasn’t here to be distracted.

When the elevator stopped at the top floor, the bellman stepped aside, clearly intimidated by the icy air around him.

“Your penthouse is fully secured, sir,” the assistant murmured as they stepped into the suite. “The guards are stationed on both ends of the hallway, and we...