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I nod. “He told me where he was. He knew we were here.”
“And we’re sure she’s there?” Xay asks.
“Yeah. He is using her to lure us there. He has her locked up I’m guessing in the casino cells.” I rub the back of my neck. Everymuscle in my body is tight and in a knot. None of this is a good thing. We are royally fucked six ways past next Sunday.
“Then what do we do?” Seven blows out a breath. “What the fuck do we do?”
I run a hand down my face. “The only thing we can do. We go to her. We go to Rory.”
We pull up to The Solaris Casino about an hour later and I can instantly feel the churn in my stomach. Anything that is club-related makes me sick. I never wanted anything to do with the club. I grew up knowing my father was a piece of shit. The best thing that ever happened was his arrest and conviction. Everything dismantled without him at the helm.
Or so we thought.
Apparently, the MC was still running underground in the shadows. With a skeleton crew. Or at least it’s the only thing I can think of.
As we walk through the doors, the smoke from the cigarettes hits us and I start coughing. The ventilation in this place is apparently shit. The sounds of the slot machines and cheering can be heard throughout. Even those who are swearing at the machines because they probably just lost their life savings.
Here’s the thing: Vegas wasn’t built on winners.
“Where the hell do we go?” Xayden looks around us, no doubt trying to spot Rory. But she is locked up tight.
“It’s not where we go, it’s who comes and gets us,” I respond.
“What does that mean?” Xay narrows his eyes and frowns.
Seven points at the cameras above us. “Eyes in the sky. They already know we’re here.”
And before I can say anything else, four prospects come up to us. They are scrawny, and the three of us could take them and lay them flat on their asses in under five seconds, but we need to get to Rory. So, we have no other choice than to see what they want.
“Gentlemen.” Xayden takes a step back to form a line with Seven and me. “We don’t want any trouble.”
The fat one who looks like he is about to bust out of his pants laughs. “Good, then you’ll come with us.”
“And where exactly are you taking us?” I question.
“How about you stop asking questions?” a scrawny asshole next to fatty pipes in. He seriously looks like he just hit puberty and should be living in his mom’s basement jacking it to Pornhub.
“How about you wash your face, you greasy fucker,” Seven snaps back.
“Look, that’s fine. Keep talking shit. We will go take our time with that pretty pussy down there,” Fatty snorts.
I let out a growl as my fists curl at my sides. Red clouds my vision, and all I want to do is rip their extremities from their bodies. A hand flies out and hits me in my chest, and I look down to see it’s Xayden. He shakes his head at me and mouths the word “no”.
He turns back to the geek squad of prospects and nods. “Fine, take us where you need to.”
The two silent ones start walking, and we follow. Big boy and grease stain follow behind us. As we walk through the casino, the noise around me fills me with more anger. These people are just sitting here, giving their money to shit bags and have no idea they are holding a woman prisoner right under their noses. Keep feeding those machines, assholes.
We make our way toward the cashier’s cage. We take a slight right and head toward the set of double doors next to the signthat says, “employees only.” Silent Bob number one pushes a door open, and all of us follow behind him.
The walls are white and clinical. Casino workers are walking in and out of offices that are back here. Some are probably starting their shift while others are on their way home to live in their shit apartment with their shit pay.
We soon come upon a giant metal door, and Grease Ball puts in a code and it beeps. He pulls it open, and we all file into a small hall. He takes off as the door shuts behind us and I hear it lock. A shiver races down my spine as the latch engages.
We walk about twenty feet until we come to another door. Biggie and Greasy stop and point to the door.
“Head on in.” Biggie smiles.
Xayden grips the handle on the door, turns it, and pushes it open.