The ride to my casino was intense for me.
I wasn’t sure what I was planning on doing— within minutes after Peter gave me the news, I was pulling on a pair of dress slacks and a light blue button up and tucking a gun in my waistband. Peter eyed me cautiously as I did this— curious if I would actually kill Evelyn’s father— and to be honest, in the moment, I didn’t know the answer to that myself. Rage was almost tangible as it snuck across my skin like static electricity, a red haze settling across my vision. The man had done enough, but he never stopped. Now he’d stolen what little money she had to go gamble and drink at my casino— big f**k up on his part.
I’d instructed Peter to tell Gustav to have security hold the man in my office at the casino. I wanted him— I wanted to talk to him m
