Page 18 of Desperate Actions

Chapter 5-Sammy

After dinner, we file into the waiting limos and head straight for Club Lux.

It’s one of Sin City’s most infamous spots, once an old mob-run den of vice and secrets. The kind of place where whispers carried weight, where deals were sealed with blood and bourbon.

Not anymore.

A while back, this place was taken over and placed under new management.

Our management.

Volkov Industries owns it, though a subsidiary handles its day-to-day affairs.

It still has that underground legend status—a favorite haunt of rock stars, royalty, and the rich and shameless.

A place where money means nothing, and power means everything.

But we don’t wait in line.

We never wait in line.

We move straight to the front, where the head of security gives me a sharp nod. I return it, watching as he whispers into his mic, sending the message down the chain.

He works for Sigma International, Uncle Josef’s company.

I’ve done my time there, offering classes on martial arts and cybersecurity.

Sigma handles security for hundreds of places just like this one.

Now that I’m back home, I have some work coming up for Sigma again. I’ve got my finger in lots of pies, and this is easy for me, slipping seamlessly into the life I left behind.

I know how these things operate.

The flow.

The power dynamics.

The real purpose of security.

There are six teams working round the clock to keep this club free from disaster, bad press, and the kind of violence that follows power like a shadow.

Because this place is owned and secured by the family, it’s one of the few spots on the approved list whenever the girls want to fly in for a celebration.

But right now?

I wish we were anywhere else.

Too many people.

Too many eyes.

And every single one of them is on Aella’s gorgeous ass as she moves on the dance floor.

That fucking red dress clings to her like sin, the hem riding high with every twist of her hips, every reckless sway of her body.

I swear if I see another flash of the bottom of her ass cheek, I’m going to freak the fuck out.

I grip my drink too tight, jaw clenched so hard my teeth might crack.

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