Page 28 of Roulette Rodeo
My jaw clenched.
"Trafficking?"
"Not technically. Everything's legal on paper. Employment contracts, work visas where applicable, all filed properly with the gaming commission."
"But?"
"But once you sign those papers, you might as well be signing your life away. Iron-clad contracts, impossible buyout clauses, and a very specific clientele who pay premium for...experiences."
"Omegas?"
"Among other things." More keyboard clicking. "You looking for someone specific?"
I thought about Red's scent, her defiance, the way she'd kissed me back like she was drowning and I was air.
"Maybe. Red hair, about five-five, omega, early twenties."
"That narrows it down to about a dozen. The Crimson Roulette has a very specific aesthetic. Lots of red, lots of omegas, lots of things that stay in Vegas."
"Send me everything you've got."
"This'll burn one of those favors."
"Fine."
"Give me six hours. And Shiloh? Be careful. The Crimson Roulette isn't just connected. ItISthe connection. You go after them, you're going after half the power structure in Nevada."
"Wouldn't be the first time I've gone after power structures."
Mercury laughed, dark and knowing.
"No, but it might be the first time you've done it for an omega instead of orders."
I hung up without responding.
He wasn't wrong, but he wasn't entirely right either. This wasn't just about an omega. This was about MY omega. The one whose scent was currently burning through my pocket like radioactive material. A woman who'd kissed me with virgin enthusiasm and slapped me with warrior strength. An omega who'd left her panties behind like a declaration of war.
I flicked the casino chip, watching it spin in the air before catching it.
The "I'm so lucky" side faced up, mocking me with its optimism.
Lucky…we'd see about that.
I had six hours to wait for intel. Enough time to decide how much to tell my pack.
Six hours to plan an infiltration of what was apparently Vegas's most exclusive prison.
But first, I had something more important to do.
I lifted the red lace to my nose one more time, inhaling deeply, letting her scent brand itself into my memory. Cherry and smoke, honey and rebellion, virgin and warrior all wrapped up in a scent that made my alpha brain go haywire.
"Red," I said to the empty storage closet, making it a promise.
A vow.
A threat to anyone who thought they owned her.
"Daddy will find you... so you better be waiting for me."
