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Franko is drinking an energy drink when I enter the security room. He wheels closer to the screen in his chair and hits the rewind button on the keyboard.

“Table ten,” he says. “Woman. White shirt.” He whistles. “Gotta say, she’s the hottest card counter I’ve seen.”

I step closer, shoving his chair to the side, and he gulps down his drink.

“Son of a bitch,” I snarl, staring at the screen.

Franko picks up his two-way radio. “I’ll tell Mossimo to bring her to us.” Mossimo is one of our security men.

I shake my head. “No, I’ll go down and get her myself.”

I backtrack a step to leave but freeze when I notice a man take the stool next to her.

I slam my finger against the computer screen. “This man, find him.”

“Okay, b?—”

I storm out so fast that I don’t hear the rest of Franko’s sentence.

I grit my teeth so hard that my jaw burns as I charge straight to the casino floor.

I’m going to fucking kill her.

I’m going to fucking kill him.

Genesis is still at the table, and the dealer deals another round.

Dima is gone.

The closer I get to her, the more my anger skyrockets.

She turns, as if sensing me, seconds before I reach the table.

Snatching her by the elbow, I pull her off the stool.

The dealer abruptly stops, and the other men at the table gape at me.

I thrust my finger toward the dealer’s face. “Don’t you ever fucking deal her a card again.”

The dealer’s Adam’s apple bobs. “Yes … yes, sir.”

Genesis attempts to jerk out of my hold, but I only tighten my grip. She’s lucky I’m not throwing her out of here and making her walk home.

Or better yet, chasing down Dima and handing her ass over to him.

No one fucks with my money.

It seems Genesis is doing that in every damn way.

I grab the chips she’s won, shove them into my pocket, and don’t say a word while dragging her off the casino floor.

Luckily, for once, she’s smart enough to keep her mouth shut.

As soon as we reach my office, I open the door and shove her inside. I smile when she trips on her feet and nearly face-plants on my desk.

Serves her fucking right.

“What the hell?” she yells, gaining her balance and swatting loose strands of hair from her face.