Owning Vegas Series by Kylie Kent

LouieMy mother taught me one valuable lesson that I’ve used to get to where I am today. Andwhere am I? Las Vegas.Who am I? Well, that depends on who you are. To some, I’m the king. The judge, juror, andexecutioner. To others, I’m just another rich asshole who owns a few casinos.But I own more than that. I own the strip and the streets surrounding it. I own this city, andit’ll have to be wretched from my cold, dead hands before I hand it over to anyone else... moreLouieMy mother taught me one valuable lesson that I’ve used to get to where I am today. Andwhere am I? Las Vegas.Who am I? Well, that depends on who you are. To some, I’m the king. The judge, juror, andexecutioner. To others, I’m just another rich asshole who owns a few casinos.But I own more than that. I own the strip and the streets surrounding it. I own this city, andit’ll have to be wretched from my cold, dead hands before I hand it over to anyone else.When I spot her, I don’t sense the desperation that wafts off the usual crowd. No, she has aloneliness that rivals my own, a sadness that I want to soak in, and a body made to sin with.What was that lesson my mother taught me? Trust no one. The thing is, Charlotte is taking awrecking ball to that lesson because every fiber of my being wants to trust this woman.CharlotteWhen you don’t want to be seen, find a crowded place and blend in.That’s exactly why I came to Vegas. To not be seen. I figured with all the flashing lights,alcohol, drugs, people… no one would notice me.But he did. And I don’t know how to get him to unsee me. Or if I even want him to.This city was supposed to be my sanctuary, a place to forget who I am. Or should I say who Iwas? A place to let go of the past. A place no one would ever think to look for me.It was supposed to be just one weekend. But now I think it might be so much more… less

LouieMy mother taught me one valuable lesson that I’ve used to get to where I am today. Andwhere am I? Las Vegas.Who am I? Well, that depends on who you are. To some, I’m the king. The judge, juror, andexecutioner. To others, I’m just another rich asshole who owns a few casinos.But I own more than that. I own the strip and the streets surrounding it. I own this city, andit’ll have to be wrenched from my cold, dead hands before I hand it over to anyone else... moreLouieMy mother taught me one valuable lesson that I’ve used to get to where I am today. Andwhere am I? Las Vegas.Who am I? Well, that depends on who you are. To some, I’m the king. The judge, juror, andexecutioner. To others, I’m just another rich asshole who owns a few casinos.But I own more than that. I own the strip and the streets surrounding it. I own this city, andit’ll have to be wrenched from my cold, dead hands before I hand it over to anyone else.When I spot her, I don’t sense the desperation that wafts off the usual crowd. No, she has aloneliness that rivals my own, a sadness that I want to soak in, and a body made to sin with.What was that lesson my mother taught me? Trust no one. The thing is, Charlotte is taking awrecking ball to that lesson because every fiber of my being wants to trust this woman.CharlotteWhen you don’t want to be seen, find a crowded place and blend in.That’s exactly why I came to Vegas. To not be seen. I figured with all the flashing lights,alcohol, drugs, people… no one would notice me.But he did. And I don’t know how to get him to unsee me. Or if I even want him to.This city was supposed to be my sanctuary, a place to forget who I am. Or should I say who Iwas? A place to let go of the past. A place no one would ever think to look for me.It was supposed to be just one weekend. But now I think it might be so much more… less

AntoniaBlood. Pain. Tears. Despair. Hate. All words I associate with those around me. But it’s truewhat they say. You can’t choose your family. And mine? Well, I don’t think anyone wouldchoose them.I’m the daughter of a notorious Don. A daughter who is nothing more than a piece of meat tobe used as a bargaining chip. Which is exactly what my father has done. I can either go alongwith his plan to marry me off to a stranger. Or I can refuse and pay for it with my life.Love... moreAntoniaBlood. Pain. Tears. Despair. Hate. All words I associate with those around me. But it’s truewhat they say. You can’t choose your family. And mine? Well, I don’t think anyone wouldchoose them.I’m the daughter of a notorious Don. A daughter who is nothing more than a piece of meat tobe used as a bargaining chip. Which is exactly what my father has done. I can either go alongwith his plan to marry me off to a stranger. Or I can refuse and pay for it with my life.Love. I always thought that one was made up. A fairy tale that had no place in the real world.People weren’t really conditioned to love. Especially not me.But my new husband? He almost makes me believe that love is something real. Almost.CarloThis city is my playground. Nothing is unattainable here. Nothing except her.You could say she’s the one who got away. But the thing is, I never actually let her go. Sowhen the opportunity comes along, I jump on it. I offer myself up in place of my friend.Antonia doesn’t know it yet. No one really does. But she’s always been mine.The arrangement isn’t just for me, though. I have more than one reason to marry this woman.She also has more than one reason to hate me. It’s why I have to do my best to win herover… before she learns the truth and tries to kill me in my sleep. less