Grace and Alex were led up the wide concrete steps toward the entrance of the casino, the glass doors throwing reflections of their unfamiliar, glitzy attire back at them.
Alex leaned slightly into Grace’s space, her eyes widening as she took in the towering pillars and the sheer scale of the building. "I haven't seen anything like this before," she murmured, her voice barely carrying over the ambient noise of the street.
Grace swallowed the lump of anxiety rising in her throat, her fingers tightening around the leather jacket. "I haven't either," she confessed softly. Tate’s world was dangerous, but it was private, contained behind gates. This public display of opulence felt entirely different, unpredictable.
The capo’s men followed closely behind them, The instructions given to them
