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burned the edges of her sight. Kika stood and held out her hand. “Luna, we have to press charges against him.” She threw her shoulders. “Now.”
    Luna wrapped her arms around herself as if her skinny arms could protect her from common sense. “Only if I want to get jailed too. Don’t you know prostitution is illegal in Vegas?”
    Ironically, it was legal anywhere else in the state of Nevada. Talk about being at the wrong place, at the wrong time. Kika rubbed her forehead, the race in her pulse surpassing the jumbled thoughts in her head. How could she help Luna? “There has to be something we can do. Maybe talk to someone at the hotel?”
    “What do you think they’ll do when they find out?” Luna said with a strangled voice. She used the back of her hand to wipe the new tears rimming her eyes. “I still owe him some money. He paid me in advance so I could take care of Tia Rosa’s bills.”
    Kika touched her chest. “How much do you owe him?”
    “Fifty-thousand dollars.” The bob making its way down Luna’s soft throat was almost palpable. “All I want to do now is work to pay him back and get out.”
    Get out? Kika paced on the floor, the circles turning smaller each time. She couldn’t let her sister go out there anymore.
    “You can’t get out like this.” She’d failed Freddy. She’d be damned if she failed Luna. “How does it work?”
    “All negotiations must go through Omar. He has contacts.”
    Kika halted. “I need to talk to this Omar.”
    “Are you crazy?”
    Kika drew a deep breath, her determination firm like iron. She’d find a way to protect Luna and get her out of the ring unscathed. “That sounds about right.”

Chapter Four
    His phone vibrated on the bedside table. Without bothering to look at the caller ID, Ryan stretched his hand and grabbed it. He flicked on speaker mode. “Hello.”
    “Ryan? Did I wake you? It’s ten o’clock.” Charlotte giggled on the other side of the line.
    Rubbing his eyes, he opened them and with a quick glance around, discovered himself alone in his bedroom. Kika’s scent clung to the rumpled sheets, the only evidence that she hadn’t been a dream. He sat upright with a start. Last night. The woman. The sex. No, the amazing sex. “Sorry, I had a rough night.” He coughed, and hoped his voice would resemble that of an awakening person soon.
    Silence. “Is everything okay?” Charlotte cleared her throat.
    “Yeah, everything is fine, don’t worry.” He surged to his feet and grabbed his boxers from the chair. “I didn’t fall off the wagon in the city of sin.” He attempted to inject some humor in his voice. Truth was, he had indulged a different type of a sinful act.
    “Good.” His sister breathed into the phone. “I have a favor to ask. Blake’s best man had a ski accident in the Alps. He’s fine, but won’t be able to make it to the wedding.”
    Ryan scratched his head and yawned. “And?”
    “I know you’re not my fiancé’s biggest fan, but can you please rise to the occasion and be his best man?” Charlotte asked, injecting some energy at the end. “For me?”
    His best man? “You’re kidding me, right?” He snorted. Even through a phone line, he could imagine his sister drumming her fingers on the phone, pacing on her apartment overlooking Bondi Beach. “It would mean a lot to me. Like your blessing. Like you wanted to see me happy.”
    “Of course I wanna see you happy, Charlotte. That’s the most important thing.” He sighed, and heard another breathing sound from the other side of the line. This time, a lengthier silence stretched, and he switched the button to remove the electric blinds and within a second, daytime Vegas unveiled in front of him. Even from the height, he saw what groups of tourists and scattered solicitors swarming the streets. The day was overcast, with clouds swarming the gray sky yet no chance of rain. “I’ll think about it.”
    “Thanks. I met Lynn for lunch.”
    “Nice.” He