The buzz of Vegas was already thrumming in the distance—loud, gaudy, and cruelly alive. She didn’t belong here, not anymore at least.

But she didn’t come to belong, she came for two clear reasons. Get back in Alexander's good graces, and wreck Johnny's life for good.

“Hotel Belvista,” she said, her voice cool and flat.

The driver nodded, barely glancing at her through the mirror and then he ignited the engine and drove off.

She waved Kelvin just a little through the window before the car sped off.

Kelvin will soon be off to resume his normal job.

To play right hand to the man she had spent years trying...