Nico
We get back to the casino the next morning. I would’ve liked to stay longer, but until Stefano arrives, I can’t leave the operation unmanned for long.
Sondra sucked my d**k on the plane ride home, which made me feel like a f*****g king.
I’m happy, maybe for the first time in my life. Not just satisfied. Not proud of some accomplishment, not drunk on power, but genuinely happy. Sondra’s telling me all her plans for the casino redecoration, which is pure genius. She’s figured out ways to use much of what’s already in the Bellissimo, just rearranging it and categorizing things to fit into different Italian art movements and styles.
I escort her into the Bellissimo at the same time I hear Tony, who picked us up from the private airport, utter a low curse.
There, making a beeline stra
