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Las Vegas, 2:14 a.m. – The Crimson Veil Casino
The air in the VIP lounge was thick with cigar smoke, aged scotch, and the smell of expensive cologne. Heavy velvet curtains muffled the chaos from the main floor, where dreams were being shattered in neon light and blackjack chips.
Vincenzo
VinnyMoretti leaned back in the leather booth, a silent monarch on his throne. His silk suit clung to his broad shoulders like it had been stitched in the dark by angels. A pair of enforcers flanked him—meat and muscle in tailored suits. Vinny swirled his drink, watching the roulette wheel spin like it owed him money. To his right, a desperate man pleaded over a pile of chips he didn’t have. Vinny gave a slight nod. One of the enforcers leaned down and whispered something. The man’s eyes widened, then he was gone—dragged out like bad luggage. Vinny didn’t even blink. Then she walked in. She was hard to miss. Not because she was loud—she wasn’t. It was the way the casino seemed to pause around her. Dark hair spilled over one shoulder, her heels clicking against the marble with confidence her boyfriend clearly didn’t deserve. He trailed behind her like a drunk puppy, already slurring at her under his breath. Vinny’s eyes narrowed. The boyfriend led her to the nearest poker table and shoved a few crumpled bills at the dealer. The girl sat quietly beside him, eyes scanning the room, calculating. She had the look of someone who had once hoped for more but had learned to live with less. By the third hand, the boyfriend was down to fumes, snapping at her for
jinxinghis luck. He grabbed her arm hard enough that the dealer flinched. Vinny sipped his drink, then slowly set the glass down.
Dom,he said to the enforcer beside him, voice smooth as silk, cold as marble.
Who’s that clown?Dom peered out over the casino floor.
Nobody important, boss. Some out-of-town dirtbag. Name’s Kyle something. You want me to throw him out?Vinny studied the girl again. She was watching