Page 5 of Forever Desired
“What changes?” Sorin cut him off. He didn’t recall approving changes in the luxury nightclub.
They strolled through the main floor of the casino. Bells and whistles floated through the air from games being played.
Sorin’s gaze swept the area and took in the gaming tables, guests gambling away their money at the blackjack tables, to the waitresses bustling around taking drink orders.
“Just the talent. We put together a team of talent scouts to enhance the experience at the Murazzi. We searched and found better entertainment and hit the jackpot with one. She pulls a crowd like no other person,” Bill said, guiding the way toward the lower level escalator.
Sorin waved Devin on before him.
“I signed off on the team,” Devin tossed over her shoulder.
Sorin relaxed slightly. If Devin had given the management team the go-ahead, then he’d be comfortable with it. It did him well to have a team he could trust while he was out of the country.
One of his favorite pastimes was going around the globe in search of exquisite art pieces to house in the casino. He preferred to find the underground artists, the ones who were ‘starving,’ looking for their big break. He loved having rare pieces that were unknown and bringing them to the public eye. He paid all the artists handsomely for their work.
His mother had been a sculptor, and Sorin and his two brothers, Antimo and Xeno, had grown up with an artist who could barely make ends meet.
They had been extremely poor, but Anabella Ludovici had never let that hold back her artistic nature. She’d single-handedly raised three vampire boys in a time where their kind was not appreciated. During that period, vampires were the top of the food chain, defeating the lycans. The humans, the small few who were aware of the supernatural world, feared the vampires.
As they should.
Vampires were natural-born hunters.
The Ludovici brothers took what they wanted in life, each making a name for himself and each becoming wealthier then Anabella could have ever hoped for her children.
Unfortunately, Sorin hadn’t had the time to go off and search for the next masterpiece to add to the hotel.
Instead, he’d been off fighting, protecting the people who he’d vowed to protect.
Now that he was back in Las Vegas, he could spend time checking up on all of his business ventures.
“You are going to love her. Everyone is drawn to her. She could sing the alphabet and people would stop to listen.” Bill laughed.
Sorin blinked and turned his attention back to him. He’d missed the first part of what he’d said, but if they’d found someone to help ensure the Murazzi was profitable, then he’d need to meet the woman.
Sorin stepped off the escalator and followed the manager toward the nightclub. Devin’s heels echoed through the air. He took notice of the long line of humans waiting to get in. Other bars and restaurants were located on this level and had a steady flow of customers.
They bypassed the line, and the bouncer, a vampire, nodded to Sorin as he passed. Humans were unaware of the supernatural who lived amongst them. They were ignorant of the possibility that they were not the only ones living on the planet. If the general public did learn of the existence of vampires, shifters, and others, there would be worldwide panic. Very few knew of them knew, and the ones who did were either too scared to confront a vampire, ignored the fact they knew of them, or hunted vampires.
The hunters were human groups spread throughout the world who made it their life’s mission to eradicate the world of vampires.
Sorin bit back a growl at the thought of the group that had been a thorn in his side for years.
“Mr. Cooper, we have our best table in the house reserved for you. Please follow me,” a hostess said, stepping in front of them.
“Thank you, Monica,” Bill replied.
Sorin assumed Bill must have warned the staff that the owner may be coming.
Bill waved Sorin and Devin in front of him. Sorin walked behind the thin female. His gaze traveled down the length of her, assessing her. He breathed in and scented her type B blood flowing through her veins. His attention dropped down to the Band-Aid on Monica’s thumb. She must have cut herself at some point that day, allowing him to scent her blood. Sorin licked his lips, the slight twinge of hunger griping in his gut. He made a mental note to find her later. With a little compulsion, he would be able to get a taste of her blood for a snack.
The atmosphere was electric. The background singers were on the stage preparing, and the band was warming up the crowd. Sorin already noticed the difference in the club. They arrived at the VIP table located near the stage that would give them a perfect view of the show. Sorin pulled a chair out for Devin. Unbuttoning his suit jacket, he sat next to her, facing the stage, while Bill took the seat on the other side of Devin.
“So, where did we find this new talent?” Sorin asked. His gaze followed Monica’s form as she walked away.
Devin’s elbow nudged him, gaining his attention back to the table.
“Funny you should ask. We’d been looking for the perfect person for a few weeks, and then she walked in one day. She’d just relocated to Vegas and needed a job,” Bill replied with a shrug. “It was like fate brought her here.”
