Page 45 of Devil of Vegas

“Ignore it,” Isla whispers, her tongue still touching my tip as she goes to continue drawing me closer to climax.

Unfortunately, it’s too late for me to ignore it because my eyes have popped open at the invasive sound, and I can already tell by the ringtone who it is.

I sigh with displeasure at my aching and unsatisfied cock and the interruption that cut this delightful moment short. But I gently pull away and stroke the side of her cheek before reaching for the phone.

Isla frowns at me when I go to take the call.

“I’ll be right back, my love,” I say with a kiss on the top of her forehead. “It’s Gabriel.”

“From the bar?” She asks, still pouting because someone interrupted our peace this morning. “Yes, I’m sure it won’t take long. He probably just wants to give me a rundown on things at the casino. You keep dancing and I’ll be right back, I promise.”

“Alright,” she says as she twirls again. “Tell Gabriel I say hello.”

I step inside and answer the call, not expecting to hear much news of consequence because I know that if there was anythingtrulydire or important, Luc would have already let me know.

“Hello Gabriel, Isla sends her regards.”

“Tell her I say hello too,” he replies. “We’ve missed seeing her around the club.”

Behind his pleasantries, I can hear a tightness in his voice. Gabriel has always been great at collecting and keeping secrets, but he’s never been good at masking his mood when he’s hiding something.

“What’s on your mind, Gabriel?” I ask, wanting to get to the point of his call.

“I just thought I’d call to give you a heads-up, as a courtesy. There’s been talk around the city that your absence has left anopening.”

“What kind of opening?” I ask, suddenly reminded of the odd text message that I received back in Vegas before I brought Isla here.

I never followed up on that because there arealwaysrumors and whispers among the underground, and most of them turn out to be nothing. I was much too focused on my plan to go with Isla to Italy, and in that moment, the cryptic text seemed meaningless. But now, as Gabriel pussyfoots around hinting at something without divulging it completely, I wonder if I overlooked something in my haste to leave Vegas.

“A new don,” he says bluntly. “The Saint.”

That name now rings familiar to me.

“You’ve been away from the action, Vincent,” he continues. “And you know how things are—this city, and this empire you’ve built here, needs a man at the helm. One that is here on the ground, taking control over things.”

“Control?” I ask, with increased interest in who this new don might be that is looking to unseat me. “Are you suggesting that there is another man in the ranks who is after my empire?” I’mnot sure what to make of this news, especially since I’ve heard nothing in terms of an uprising from Luciano. I would expect that if there was a man wanting to unseat me, that Luc, as my consigliere, would have informed me of such a thing by now—unlesshe has reason not to. “I can’t think of anyone who would want to go up against me,The Devilof Vegas.”

“I’m saying,” Gabriel clears his throat and then continues in a whisper. “That everyone worships the devil’s power. But they forget—it’s the Saint who holds his secrets.”

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