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only hoped the asshole gunning for them didn’t realize where they’d gone until it no longer mattered.
    It only took another few minutes for them to make it back down to the ground floor. Isaiah took Cassidy’s shaking hand in his and pretended a casualness he didn’t feel as they stepped out into the Vegas sunshine through the emergency exit.
    “I don’t have shoes on,” Cassidy informed them when they stepped onto the pavement.
    “The car’s over there,” Isaiah told her quickly. “You’ll survive.”
    Isaiah pretended not to hear her when she grunted at his remark. There was a guy shooting at them, and she was worried about her feet. He would never understand women. Nor was he going to try.
    “Where’re we going?” she questioned when Micah was pulling his Dodge Challenger out of the parking lot.
    “Back to the hotel. More specifically, our club.” That way they didn’t have to worry about anything. Isaiah knew for a fact that no one was stupid enough to fuck with Max Adorite, especially on his own turf. “You’ll be safe there.”
    “What’s the name of this club, anyway?”
    “Devil’s Playground,” Micah inserted. “Heard of it?”
    Of course she’d heard of it. Anyone from Vegas knew of Devil’s Playground, but Isaiah didn’t say as much.
    Cassidy snorted, a disbelieving sound that drew Isaiah’s attention.
    “Problem?”
    “No, it just seems aptly named, that’s all,” she said snidely.
    If she only knew.
    Micah took the back roads to the center of the strip and then pulled into the private parking garage, where only a few were allowed to park their vehicles. It was an extra security measure Max had insisted on. Regardless of how well the club did, how many people lined up for miles to get in, Devil’s Playground was still owned by an organized crime syndicate, and that alone meant extra security measures were needed. Then again, most of Vegas was owned by the mob and always had been. Since Max had recently acquired the hotel and casino, it went without saying that he could do whatever the hell he wanted.
    And now Isaiah only hoped the man had a plan, because they’d just added homicide to the list of reasons the bad guys were after Cassidy.

10
    Cassidy wasn’t sure exactly who Isaiah was talking to, but she had a good idea when he said, “Here with me. We’re back at the club. But we’ve got a problem. One guy dead in her condo, another still looking for her.”
    A dead guy. She’d watched it happen. Watched as Isaiah had calmly shot and killed another man right in front of her.
    She could only assume Max’s response to that.
    Placing the phone on speaker, Isaiah leaned back in his chair. Cassidy could sense his tension, despite the fact that he appeared nonchalant—as though he were unaffected by the fact that he’d killed someone.
    She doubted anyone could be unaffected.
    They’d retreated to a small, expensively decorated office in the club. While Micah had paced the floor and Isaiah had gone right for his cell phone, Cassidy had taken the opportunity to admire the room.
    The walls were covered in dark wood with the exception of one wall of windows that overlooked the north end of the strip. A large, mahogany desk took up the center of the room, along with a credenza that held several decanters of liquor and some empty glasses. Other than a couple of chairs, a well-secured safe in one wall, and another door that appeared to lead to a private bathroom, there wasn’t much else to look at.
    “Did someone call it in?” Max asked from the phone Isaiah had placed on his desk.
    “No idea. We hauled ass out of there. My guess is no since the silencer muted the sound.”
    “Send a cleanup crew. Have Jake oversee it.” Max continued with his instructions on what Isaiah needed to do to handle the problem. When that was out of the way, Isaiah disconnected the call.
    “What now?” Cassidy asked.
    Isaiah shrugged.
    Great. He had no idea what they were supposed to do now, and