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“My call was from Dr. Lawrence,” I kiss Honeyeh again, then climb from the bed, pulling the covers up around her as I slip on a pair of athletic pants. Then I open the door a crack, just enough so that my brother can see me and nothing else. “Who called you?”

“The night manager at Dimitri’s casino, The Star.”

“Why is he calling you?” I open the door a bit wider.

Ryker winces. “There’s been an incident with one of Dimitri’s sisters, and apparently, the guy didn’t want to call Dimitri.”

I grimace. “Which sister?”

“The other one.”

I nod. We’ve kept it kind of hush, but Ryker has agreed to marry Dimitri’s eldest sister in an arranged marriage. In exchange, he’s taking over leadership of the new casinos. It’s a promotion for him, and a chance for me to focus on my new family.

“Need help?”

He shakes his head. “No. I’ve got it. I’m heading over there now, tell Darius I say good luck.”

“Will do.”

“Call me when he’s out of surgery?” Ryker says as he takes a step back.

I nod. “Gentle with the sister, whatever’s happened. The deal is not closed.”

He salutes me and then turns, heading down the stairs.

I turn back to Honeyeh. We don’t have to wake Darius for a bit so I’m going to take advantage this little reprieve and shake the rafters. My girl sees me coming and peels the covers back, her body on full display as I stalk toward her.

Oh man!!!Ryker is getting ready to rock the next Smith book! Check out his story,King of Dishonor. But first…Dimitri has been knocking at the door of the muse. Want to know what happens with him and his nanny?King of Maliceis next in the “Kings of Las Vegas” series!

Bonus Epilogue:

Honeyeh

One year later…

I smoothmy shorts over my hips, my hand settling on my small baby bump. Hopefully no one notices when I put on my wedding dress this weekend.

It’s finally happening. We’re getting married.

Triston and I have been meaning to make this happen.

But there was Darius’s recovery, and then there was school for me, the sale for him, and all the craziness of multiple weddings in his family.

Plus, dating was so fast, I think we were both content to take engagement a little slower.

But when we found out I was pregnant last month…

Triston planned this wedding in a week. I say Triston because I mostly nodded as he fired off details.

Not that I didn’t get a say. My first request was to have the wedding at home. The ballroom is perfect for the event, and I can’t imagine getting married anywhere else.

I smile as I set the ladder under one of the chandeliers. They need dusting again. The staff hasn’t gotten to it, and I’m antsy anyway.

Pulling out the duster, I start up the ladder.

“What are you doing?” Mrs. Raith gasps from the doorway. “You know what Mr. Smith will do if he?—”

“I’m way ahead of you,” Triston rumbles from the other end of the room.