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I’d take the role of her seducer.
Margaret and Áine were headed to Las Vegas for Margaret’s bachelorette party. Typical of her, she had already started arranging wild parties. Even a visit to the Chippendales’ show. God, if my plan worked, I’d have to keep a tight rein on her. There’d be no other men for that woman but me, so she better get used to it.
It wasn’t difficult to send an exclusive, personal invitation to her email box as a welcome from the Las Vegas elite. I only had to get help from a bloodthirsty Emory DiLustro and pay a hefty fee worth a few million, but Margaret would be worth every penny.
So the invitation went out to this exclusive event and Margaret took the bait.
Now, I just had to get her into bed. With me.
“Ready, brother?” Cassio asked.
He had no fucking idea how ready I was. I’d been patient for far too long and patience was never my virtue. Cassio was the patient one of the two of us. He hid all his emotions and acted like the world was ending every goddamn day. It had to be his fucking old age. There were almost six years difference between the two of us. I was thirty four and Cassio was… well, an old man.
It had to be the reason why I was more laid back, which made this whole plan such a fucking pain. But I had to be smart about it and play my cards right.
Because I played to win.
“Let’s rock-n-roll,” I told him.
Three men stood in all-black suits, guns tucked in, wearing earpieces. I preferred less entourage, but Cassio liked to be safe rather than sorry.
We left the penthouse suite and headed for the nightclub only a few floors down. Once in the club, we headed for the private VIP suite. The lights of Las Vegas, Sin City, flickered through the glass windows, but I was immune to it all.
The only thing that could draw my attention was the woman I wanted.
A waitress waited for us in the VIP suite, eyeing us. “Can I pour you a glass?”
She practically purred the words. Ignoring her, I watched the dance floor like a hawk.
“Scotch,” my brother answered.
I spotted Margaret at the same time, strutting into the club like she owned the place. Her dress was too short; its sheer material not leaving much to the imagination. The sparkly little thing moved with her body, drawing all eyes to her.
She flipped her hair back, knowing full well most men in the club drooled watching her.
The corners of my lips tipped up. Fuck, I loved her confidence. Even her sass. Her long jet-black hair swung as she moved, her hips swaying with the beat.
Fuck, and that ass. I’d like nothing better than to bite it and leave a mark on it.
Aware of the waitress’ eyes on me, I realized she was waiting for my order.
“Bourbon,” I uttered.
Áine leaned over and whispered something in Margaret’s ear, then the two shared a smile. Those two were close. It was surprising, since their personalities were nothing alike. Another few words exchanged and the two joined their friends on the dance floor. Every man’s eyes were on them as they danced, laughed, and drank.
It wouldn’t be long and she’d be mine.
ChapterFour
MARGARET
Istudied the invitation. A masquerade ball.
Áine was off somewhere and this invitation was only for one. It had to be a sign to just go ahead and do it. It had always been on my bucket list, and I had yet to go to one.
Besides, this whole arranged marriage to Cassio King rubbed me the wrong way. I had yet to meet my future husband. Although his brother certainly was everywhere.
I just about had a heart attack earlier when I spotted Luca at the elevators. I didn’t notice him at first. The man with tattoos marking his neck was the first one I spotted. Not my type, but hot for sure. And then there was Luca King.
