Page 122 of Vegas Daddies

Levi goes silent.

“Suffer the consequences for the rest of your life behind iron bars,” says Vlad. “And get used to the prison food. When Las Vegas News releases reports and photo evidence”—he taps his phone—“of you murdering the dear mayor of Las Vegas, nobody will want to see your face again.” Vlad turns his neck. “And you, Mr. Peter Dyson.” He steps forward and shoves the gun closer. “See what I’m about to do as a favor. I know how much you’ve been clinging to the guilt. I think it’s about time we set you free.”

Peter breathes erratically. “I’ll stop the campaign. Please. Just leave Alice and me alone.”

“Alice?” He cocks his head. “I think I’ll keep her.” He advances two more steps and clicks the gun. “She’s very resourceful to theBratva. So much more than this guy ever was.” Vlad kicks Levi’s ankle.

The gun meets Peter’s chest.

I struggle out of the choke hold. If just one of us can tackle ourselves out of Vlad’s posse, we could knife the don in the back and be done with this chaos.

But all three of us get caught up in webs.

Vlad presses the muzzle even closer, and his silhouetted nose sticks into Peter’s personal space.

“Shall we count down from three?”

Peter gasps.

“One…Two…”

They’re so close they’re practically kissing.

“Thr—”

“STOP!”

The female voice halts us all.

Even Vlad.

Breathless in the doorway, with a face that looks like it’s about to break out in tears, is Alice.

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BRANDER

Isshe breathless from all the dancing, or the run down here?

Tears glass her eyes. They glow green in the light, which faces her way.

Of course it’s facing her way.

She’s always in the spotlight.

Sweat drizzles down her body, skin shining and breasts heaving as she catches her breath. What the hell is she doing down here? It isn’t in Alice’s blood to kill. She’s a healer. A nurse. There’s nothing down here but destruction.

“Alice,” I grit through my teeth. “What are you doing?”

“I’m…” she pants, unable to get the words out. Her eyebrows part, eyes filling with pain when she sees her father buckled over in the corner, gun to his chest. This accelerates her breathing even more.

This is why I’m doing this.

This is why I fight.

It’s all for her.

“Isn’t it funny?” she says, suddenly buffing out her hair and tipping her nose into the air. Somehow, she’s channeled confidence into her veins.

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