After typing in the same passcode as her front door, I sigh in relief when it unlocks. Thank fuck. It was going to be a lot more difficult if that wasn’t the right one.
It only takes a second to navigate to her messages, then find Luciano in the string of chats to the one withLas the name. I open it and type what I come up with in hopes he won’t get suspicious.
Lacey: Any chance you have time to come to Vegas this afternoon? My first ballet class is doing a grand opening event tonight. I’d love if you could come.
I close my eyes, knowing that it’s as low as fuck using her dance school to get him here. But it’s her passion, and Luciano acts like he cares about it. Which is why I’m so damn confused. I’m going to make this motherfucker answer every question I have.
L: Tonight? Kind of short notice.
Fuck.
L: Fuck. Of course I’ll be there. What time? I’ll pick you up.
Lacey: I’ll meet you at the house around five so I can freshen up.
L: See you then.
Fucking aces.
I quickly delete the conversation and block his number before I return her phone to the nightstand, then go about heating up a breakfast sandwich while the coffee brews.
By the time she pads out to the kitchen, I’ve already eaten, so I carry her plate out to the back patio and pull out her chair.
“Sit, angel. I’ll get your coffee. Start eating.”
She laughs, and it soothes my nerves. When I return with our mugs, she’s staring off into the distance, her dark purple hair flowing in the wind. I swear, I’ve never seen anything so perfect in my life. She belongs here.
“How was girls’ night last night?” I ask when I join her at the small bistro table.
“It was fun! Jordyn is hilarious, and Quinn is just the sweetest,” she says. “We’re going to start up a book club. Turns out, they like reading all the same kind of kinky stuff as I do.”
Raising my eyebrows, I reach out and capture her chin in my hand. “Tell me about these kinky books, angel. Actually, never mind. I’ll just strip you down naked and make you read one to me tonight while I feast on your pussy.”
The way her cheeks turn bright red makes my cock harden.
“You like that idea, baby?” I ask with a shit-eating grin. “Like the idea of Daddy playing with your sexy body while you read me filthy books?”
She bites her bottom lip and nods, then reaches for her coffee, averting her eyes from mine.
Jesus Christ.
“You’re cute, angel.” I rise from my seat and offer her a hand. “Come on. We’d better get going so you’re not late.”
Extra security is alreadyin place when I drop Ace off at work, though they blend in like hotel staff, so they won’t interrupt or throw off her energy while working with the dancers. I walk her in and linger way longer than I should, but I don’t want to leave her.
When I finally tear myself away, I head to Royal Aces and go straight up. Cash, Xander, and Beckett are already waiting for me in my office.
“You’re late,” Cash says when I walk in, a cocky smirk on his face.
I flip him off. “As if you have any fucking room to talk, bro. When in your life have you ever been on time?”
“My wedding.” Cash breaks out into a grin.
We stare at him in silence before all of us bark out laughing.
“Because Jordyn would have actually killed your ass if you were late,” Xander quips.
I sit behind my desk and look at my brothers. My best friends. Even when they do piss me off.
