He sighs. “But Mr. Zakrevsky made it exceptionally clear that he doesn’t want to see you anywhere near Las Vegas. And I have far too many holdings here to just up and relocate for the sake of my own satisfaction.” Raizo sighs again and gazes at me longingly in that stupid mirror. “I’ll just have to content myself with this little time we have.”
I gulp and croak, “What’s going to happen to me?”
Raizo smiles. I hate the way it turns his handsome face into something so disgustingly sinister. “I took extra special care to make sure only the wealthiest and most powerful men attending would have a chance at you. Narrowed it down to six, to be exact. And I have a very good idea of who the winning bidder will be.”
His hands wrap around my shoulders, then slowly slide over my collarbone in a car
