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Amy watched with wide-eyed horror as Kevin went all-in. Pretending to check her watch, she brought it to her mouth to speak into the microphone that transmitted to his earpiece. “What are you doing? That bet will get security’s attention.” Kevin ignored her. Her gaze remained glued to the PDA she had tucked discreetly under her arm. She had designed the electronic system that allowed her cousin to control where the roulette wheel stopped. He had possession of the device, so all she could do was watch on the tiny screen as he once again made his number come up, this time collecting several hundred thousand in the process. He wasn’t listening to a thing she’d told him about gambling. He was supposed to stagger his winning numbers and never bet more than a few thousand at a time. Yet, he had amassed so much money so quickly that it seemed impossible security hadn’t taken him aside already. She breathed a sigh of relief when he collected a ticket for his winnings and walked to the cashier. Surely, he had made enough with tonight’s bets so that they wouldn’t have to do this again. Amy followed her cousin’s progress as he sauntered from the casino, looking like he didn’t have a care in the world. Once he had cleared the doors, she tucked the PDA into the sleeve of her oversized hoodie and stood up, prepared to slip out behind him. Amy ran straight into two men who looked like they could bend her into a pretzel. They wore identical black suits, white shirts, and black ties, along with matching frowns. The only contrast between them was the shade of their hair. Her stomach clenched with fear, and she suddenly had the urge to pee. Somehow, she managed a small smile. “Excuse me.” Even as she tried to brush past them, she knew they were there for her. It didn’t surprise her when the blond put his hand on her arm. “Mr. Cavello would like to see you.” Amy tried for a blank look, but she knew exactly who he was. Roan Cavello owned The Liege Casino, where Kevin had just screwed up her careful system and attracted unwanted attention. “I’m sorry, but I really must go. I’m meeting a friend…he’s a cop,” she said with a hint of desperation. “Mr. Cavello will insist.” Amy thought about struggling, but quickly discarded the notion. She would only make a fool of herself, and her protests wouldn’t garner help anyway. The other gamblers might look up from their various activities if she yelled, but they certainly wouldn’t step away from their games to intercede on her behalf with Security. She shrugged, affecting a nonchalance she didn’t feel, and trudged between the two men, noting they kept her within touching distance at all times. They didn’t make contact, but she knew they would grab her in a second if she tried to run. As they led her from the gaming floor to a door marked Private, her stomach clenched again, and she had to suppress a wave of nausea. If her research were correct, they would be taking her to an area that resembled an interrogation room in a police department. It was a way to hold her until they were ready to turn her over to officials with the Nevada Gaming Commission. Depending on how the casino operated, there might be cameras in the room, but maybe not. Without witnesses or recorded proof of their treatment, they could do anything to her. In the old days, the NGC wouldn’t have even been called in. Amy never thought she would be relieved to know they would eventually turn her over to legal officials. The hallway was nondescript, with pale yellow walls and white tile that squeaked under the soles of her Kmart sneakers. Amy cringed each time her shoes squealed, having the irrational notion it called more attention to her. Amy quickly lost all expression when the men steered her through an unmarked door, into a room with thick concrete walls, a scarred metal table, and a bare bulb hanging from the ceiling. She sat without protest when the brunette steered her to a chair in the corner. The table and the two goons’ presence blocked her in, making it that much more difficult to reach the door. She scanned the room with nervous eyes. Her heart skipped a beat when she saw a camera high on the wall, angled in her direction. At least there would be a record of the interview. Hands clenched tightly in her lap, Amy didn’t try to speak. These men couldn’t and wouldn’t help her, and they certainly weren’t the ones who wanted to speak with her. They simply did Roan Cavello’s bidding, just like every other employee in the building. As if thinking of him had conjured the man, he entered the room. His walk was silent and stealthy, like a hunter stalking prey. Amy gulped audibly when she saw the predatory gleam in his dark-blue eyes. Then she gasped when the full force of Roan’s presence hit her. For a moment, she forgot she was supposed to fear the man. Instead, her mouth went dry, and her body ached to feel his against it. He was tall and solid, without the bulk of the two security men. Roan’s muscles suggested he worked out for maintenance rather than hulking muscles. The expert cut of his suit revealed the perfection of his body in a classy way. The dark color was a perfect foil for his blond hair, slightly tinged with red. Smooth planes and sharp angles made up a striking set of features. She could eat him up. A shiver went up her spine when she met his gaze, wiping away all lustful thoughts. He was going to eat her up, but not in a way she would enjoy. It was clear he knew she had been cheating, and he definitely didn’t plan to overlook her dishonesty.
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