“Are you sure you can do this, Vinni?” I admired my suit in the mirrored walls of the elevator and adjusted my tie to sit just right.
We had arrived in Vegas late the night before and had spent the day going over the plan for the day. It would be risky, but when was it not when it came to our business? My two trusted soldiers, Harris and Gain, accompanied Vinni, Niccola, and me, while three more waited with the car. The last time I was in Vegas, we’d had a run-in with a few of Jacob Raine’s men, and I hoped, now that he was dead, we wouldn’t have any problems.
“I think I left my stomach down there.” Vinni turned his back to the window wall behind us.
None of us had a problem with heights, but a few years back, Vinni had been trapped in an elevator just like this one for hours. Since the
