His Kingdom

Louie My mother taught me one valuable lesson that I’ve used to get to where I am today. And where am I? Las Vegas. Who am I? Well, that depends on who you are. To some, I’m the king — the judge, juror, and executioner. 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, and it’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 a loneliness 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 a wrecking ball to that lesson because every fiber of my being wants to trust this woman.

Charlotte When 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 I was? 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…