CHAPTER TWELVE
LAS VEGAS. NEVADA
She thought she knew all the signs. Thought she could read men like an open book, but she had guessed wrong this time. She knew he would be rough. She’d taken on rough men before, but this man was an animal and now she was paying the price.
She first saw him pressed up against a craps table, his wide, powerful shoulders covered by a dark linen sports jacket, his white slacks immaculate. His swarthy face was closely shaven, his jowls a heavily shadowed bluish color that came from a twice-a-day need to shave. The white s***h of a scar running down one cheek only accented the darkness of his skin. He was winning and winning big. He moved his two-hundred-and-forty well-muscled pounds with ease, jostling players on each side.
One started to make a remark, th
