make my fucking night. I deepen the kiss as she lets out a soft sound, her body pressed up against the wall. We pull apart as someone scoffs before hurrying past us, Sloane bursts out laughing as we both realize that it was Van Der Beck. Kissing her temple, I sigh hoping to all that is holy that we can do the same to Kronin tonight so that he’ll end up in the bathroom the entire night away from his ‘muse.’
I consider locking her in the hotel room and cancelling the entire thing … but once this is done then we really could be free. Beggars can’t be choosers in this case, I suppose.
“Let’s go upstairs.” Sloane tugs on my hand and I follow her instantly. I would never say no to alone time with the woman I love.
Eleven
Taking Risks
Pierce
I stare at the screen on my lower left, following Sloane as she leaves the private room reserved for the casino’s high rollers and walks past the bar of the general gambling area, the one with all the slots and the cheaper tables.
Not that anything in here is even remotely cheap, this isn’t Atlantic City and there aren’t any pensioners or bored housewives gambling pennies and getting drunk on the free booze. Here the penny slots are ten bucks minimum bet and I haven’t seen anyone that didn’t arrive in a supercar or by helicopter. The women are dressed in designer clothes, the men in tailored suits and Rolexes. But it’s no surprise, the cheapest room at this resort runs at about five thousand per night, so that definitely keeps the general public away.
Sloane leaves the casino and her image appears on the screen on my upper right as she scans her key card and presses the button of the elevator that heads to the private penthouses, reserved for the owner and his special guests. When the elevator doors slide open, the door to the casino opens again and Vance and River come out, following my little bitch inside. She presses the button to the top level, the one that opens directly into the Imperial suite, the owner’s private apartment.
Vance says something to her but I can’t hear what, as the elevator’s CCTV doesn’t have audio.
Since I convinced Van Der Beck to let me be a part of his security detail, by informing him of the threat Vance and the Barrington brothers pose, I upgraded all the surveillance systems in the penthouses but I couldn’t do anything elsewhere so as not to make the chief of security too suspicious.
It wasn’t easy to convince the billionaire crook to trust me but after I gave him evidence that Vance and the FBI are onto him and using my family’s connections in the White House to prove to him that I wasn’t just a social climber, he opened the doors to his resort and gave me pretty much free rein around here.
Obviously, I’m being careful not to reveal myself until it’s time for the reckoning that little bitch and her bunch of criminals have coming to them. Right now I’m a ghost and I plan to use that to my full advantage. At the end of this, I’m going to have Sloane back and I’ll go to Vance and Walker’s boss with the solution of this whole case.
Sure, I went rogue but this was the only way to do what needed to be done without stupid rules getting in my way and without having to wait for orders before acting. I’m sure that my superiors will be able to appreciate my initiative once I serve them the Avengers gang, Van Der Beck and Kronin on a silver platter.
The images on the screen attract my attention again: the elevator’s doors open into the Imperial penthouse and Sloane and the two men walk right in. They pause in the huge, gaudy living room area and Vance takes control of the situation. I feel rage mount inside me at the way the blond special agent takes my woman’s hand in his and squeezes it. A look passes between them and she rests her head on his shoulder for a brief moment.
Well, I have news for you asshole: when Sloane saw those Facebook messages about my death, she fucking cried. We’ll see if she cries when you die, I bet she won’t. My Sloane and I have a love that overcomes everything, even death and even a bunch of idiot jocks who kidnapped her and took her away