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Had some fun last night I heard.

Me:

Shut up, dickhead.

Evie:

Oooh. Do tell.

Me:

Nothing to tell. Enzo’s being a dumbass.

Why Vegas?

Evie:

Working a fight. Enzo hooked me up.

Motherfucker.

Me:

No.

Evie:

Luca, I’m not 12 anymore. Plus, the money’s good.

I pickup the phone and call out to the bar. When Enzo answers I bark into the phone, “Get in here.”

He saunters in the room like I’m not going to rip his fucking head off. “You rang.”

“What are you thinking? Sending her to work a fight. You know how that shit works.”

He absently picks at his cuticles. “I also know they have private security as a requirement now.”

I slam my fist down on my desk. “You know as well as I do that doesn’t matter.”

“Look, she said she needed to get away for a bit. So, I made a couple phone calls.”

“Get away for a little bit means get away.” I try to rub away the headache pounding in my temples. “Not do the same shit in a different state.”

“The money’s good and, who knows, maybe it’ll give her incentive to move on from the club. And you know shit only happens that they want to happen. They show up to those parties knowing the score.”

I grit my teeth as images of those parties flash before my eyes. “Evie isn’t like that.”

“Exactly.” The smug asshole shrugs. “So, we have nothing to worry about.”

Evie:

So, who’s coming? Pleeease. I need to see my boys.

Me:

Enzo will be there.

“What the hell? No I won’t.”

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