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businessman. He was an avid reader who’d educated himself about the finer things in life, and knew more about art, culture and history than most blue-bloods usually received at a prestigious university.
     
    He soon became good friends with Angelo Abandonato, and their friendship blossomed more into a quasi-family than mere business associates. Mr. Abandonato was still a family friend to my father and since he belonged to one of the most powerful mafia families in Nevada, they formed a partnership that was unbelievable, at least to most of the outside world.
     
    My father built casinos with the Abandonato family and he also branched out into the lucrative brothel trade. My father owned five brothels and supplied women to all the top hotels in Reno. His new mission was expansion and he had his eye on Vegas. Of course he had the perfect way in: my mother.
     
    Ingrid Krieger-Jackson was a force to be reckoned with but she also came from an elite German family, and she had three very wealthy and powerful cousins. She was first cousin to Rory and Severin Krieger. She also had helped her sister design Vogue Hotel, Casino and Spa, Rory’s multi-billion dollar hotel that reaped him rewards year after year.
     
    He wanted to start providing women to big spenders and he’d come to his cousin—my mother—first. My father, Rory, Severin and Karl Schmidt had already met numerous times, and the deal was already set into motion. By the beginning of 2014, there would be high class escorts working under both the umbrella of my father and the Krieger family at Vogue Hotel and Casino.
     
    “Earth to Gisela…goddamn, I hate when you go off on your own little private trips. Are you listening to me at all?” Kyra stood and continued to drag from her cigarette before a trail of smoke was left in her wake.
     
    “Yeah, I’m listening…what did you say?”
     
    She stopped pacing and glared at me. “I knew you weren’t listening!” She pointed her two fingers that clasped her cigarette in my direction. “Ugh! Anyway, I said, Evan wanted me to pass a message on to you. He really enjoyed the date you two had and wants to see you again.”
     
    Against my better judgment—my hot-shit Stanford and Harvard education be damned—I was laying down with dogs because I couldn’t help loving the flea bites. It was either that or some Mafioso my father tried to set me up with because I would never get a classy man; my parents needed me to stay grounded into this life if I was to survive.
     
    My brother Drake, regardless of his indiscretion of stringing Maeve “Misty” Cox along and knocking her up, was now engaged to a beautiful German socialite. Meanwhile, I was stuck with the criminal element because it’s all I truly knew from the inside out.
     
    My dad liked Evan, he was available, though a consummate ladies’ man, and VP of the Demon’s Bastards. The fact that I’d already had a forbidden, hot and heavy relationship with Cillian from the Lucifer’s Saints when we were teenagers didn’t seem to bother anyone but me.
     
    Fuck, I could play it cool all I wanted but I was still in love with the fucking guy.
     
    I knew how much he hurt me, and I also knew he was married—though that was on the rocks—and had two kids. However, none of that meant a damn thing to me because I would always be the mother of his first child. A child neither of us knew except that he was being raised as a Cox and bore no resemblance to me but plenty to all the European blood flowing through his veins. All he had was my dark hair but he possessed his father’s arresting crystal blue eyes. Eyes I had gotten lost in more times than I could count.
     
    Evan was a great guy, sexy as hell with his ginger brown hair and trademark blue eyes all the Hughes children had thanks to their stellar parentage, but he wasn’t Cillian.
     
    Cillian, who looked like he walked off the set of a Calvin Klein underwear photo shoot. He was model perfect, tall, lean and a