Ashlynn's casino was the ultimate goldmine he'd wanted since this partnership began.
The casino floor was alive in the way that only casinos were alive.
Loud and relentless and completely indifferent to the time of day because time didn't exist here. Only the next hand. The next spin. The next roll.
Ashlynn's establishment sat at the top end of the strip and made no apologies for it.
The ceilings were high and gold leafed, chandeliers dropping at intervals.
Slot machines ran in long glittering rows along the east wall, each one chiming and flashing in its own rhythm.
The tables were where the real money moved.
Blackjack. Baccarat. Roulette wheels spinning under the hands of dealers who had seen it all.
Chips stacked and scattered. Glasses refilled without being asked.
