Page 62 of Violent Attraction

That is if he’s able to do it.

Am I willing to take that risk?

To trust someone outside of my circle of cartel brothers to help with this? To help find any information as to why my father was killed?

It’s worth a shot.

I give him a curt nod. “Okay. Do it. See what you can find on Emilio Castro.”

We shake on it.

I just made a deal with a billionaire playboy. Hopefully it doesn’t come and bite me in the ass.

“If you ever need anything else from me, let me know. I’m only a phone call away,” he hands me a business card as we handle the bill. Well, he handled the bill. Of course, I was going to let the billionaire treat me to breakfast.

I take the card from him and hold out my hand to him. “Thank you.”

He gives me another nod as we walk out of the restaurant.

“If I find anything, I will give you a call.” With that he walks away, and I’m left there thinking about how I didn’t even give him my number.

He’ll figure it out.

I head back to the casino, contemplating sitting at another table while I wait for Leo to text me when he’s done with his activities. I’m about to give up the search for a table when I overhear a group of young women talking.

“You did not see him!” A girl in a pink dress exclaims to one of the other girls in her group that is wearing a shirt that is definitely a bra.

“I did! He was having breakfast at the restaurant around the corner.” The one that I was just at?

Well shucks, I missed a celebrity sighting. Poor me.

“You should have seen him. He looked so dreamy in his suit. You know he has them tailored to fit his body perfectly.”

“What kind of guy wears a suit at eight in the morning and in Vegas?” The girl with the pink dress questions.

A pretentious asshole, that’s who.

Okay, I need to get away from this conversation. I feel like I’m becoming Camila when she talks about Harry Styles or whatever his name is. I don’t have time to deal with little girl shit.

“Elliot Lane.” The girl in the bra shirt says in a dreamy voice.

Lane is considered a celebrity? Since when?

I should go up to these girls and tell them I had the pleasure of sharing a table with him.

Okay, now I’m really sounding like Camila. I need to get as far away from this conversation as possible.

“He’s like hella rich, right? Like he can buy this hotel and still have billions left over?” Another girl in the group voices.

“Yeah, and he’s completely single.” Bra girl says to her.

Some of the other girls say something, but I block it out, concentrating on what was just said.

Elliot Lane is rich. If not him, his family. They run all different types of business all around the world and must deal with some shady shit.

No family is that rich and not have skeletons in their closet.

Maybe they would be willing to add a different type of business to their lineup.

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