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corner, gladly taking the retreat into the shadows. The bartender, a young blond hunk of a guy, set a napkin in front of her. “What can I do you for?”
    “Cosmopolitan,” she said, noting the way his gaze swept over her breasts, lingering like a touch, making her nipples tighten beneath her silk top.
    She eased around to rest her elbows on the bar, giving him her back as she fought the urge to reach up and touch her aching nipples to ease the pain. She focused on her next move and noted an empty table in the center of two rather rowdy groups of men who would make good targets for her attention.
    Kayla’s drink appeared and she downed it, avoiding the gaze of her hunky attendant, desperate to dull her senses. Though she needed to be sharp to sense danger, she needed to calm the lust enough to feel anything but fire.
    “Another one?” the bartender asked.
    She nodded, scooting the empty glass across the bar. One more and she’d get this party started. She’d sit smack in the middle of those men and draw enough attention to create a stir. Then, she’d scream for help and security would come. And the security team was her target.
    It wasn’t the best plan, but it was all she had.
     
    Four women who’d seen his bed had died. Not even recent bedmates, but all women who, at some point, had found their way between his sheets. He knew what was going on. The Brothers wanted him gone, so they were making him feel pain.
    If he stayed, people died. But if he left . . . if he left, the city would be taken over by the Brothers. A reality that would be far worse than a few deaths. And Kayla. Kayla would fall to the Brothers. She would stand alone and she would die.
    “Damn it.” Ethan cursed under his breath, the sound echoing in the small video room in the back corner of his personal suite. For the fifth time, he hit REPLAY , watching the video of the most recent victim of the Brothers departing his club, Secret Sins, and going to her death. He was looking for a clue as to who might have followed her, to which one of his trusted staff members had turned on him.
    Because someone had. Without a doubt, someone from his inner circle had become the enemy. That he didn’t know who ate at Ethan in a huge way. Few knew Ethan’s personal matters. Few were allowed inside his personal affairs.
    Which meant only a handful of suspects existed, all men Ethan considered loyal staff members . . . until now. Someone close to him had betrayed him.
    A knock sounded on the door behind him, and Ethan turned to wave Rigo V. forward, noting the urgent look on his face. At well over six feet tall, he was broad and muscular, a true warrior of their race’s Secret Services Agency. Unable to trust his staff, Ethan had called upon the SSA for added support, asking for Rigo and several others by name.
    Though Ethan had long ago left his position inside the government of his people, disagreeing with some of their king’s ways, he still respected his leader, and he’d remained a part of the SSA. And though most believed he’d fled to Vegas, turning his back on his people, the opposite was true. He’d come to protect it from the Brothers. They would not take this city as long as he owned it.
    And that would be a long damn time.
    “We have a problem,” Rigo said, entering the room and shutting the door firmly behind him. “You were right about the Watcher getting into trouble. Our man just followed her into Secret Sins.”
    Ethan cursed under his breath, knowing his reasons for having her monitored had been proven correct. Kayla wasn’t going to let this thing with the Brothers alone, and if she wasn’t careful, she’d get herself killed, an outcome Ethan wasn’t willing to entertain.
    Since the first moment he’d laid eyes on Kayla, he’d felt protective, even a bit possessive, a dangerous combination in his race. To desire a female was part of a vampire’s richly sexual nature. To feel possessiveness came only when a male began to bond