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One of my men pushed the button for the elevator.
“What occurred next was a night of violence. Sam—consumed by betrayal and rage—murdered his lover and brother.”
The elevator doors opened.
I carried her on.
Several of my men followed.
The rest remained there to wait on the next ride up.
As the doors of the elevator slid shut, I continued, “After that, Sam went mad, and his empire crumbled.”
Emily formed her lips into a smile.
“Yet, the most chilling aspect of it all was that modern day guests have claimed that the ghosts of the secret lover and Sam’s brother haunt the hotel’s halls.”
A few of my men stirred in front of me.
The elevator rose.
“Due to the ghost rumors, King David actually checked with Baba on whether he should book this place.” I set my view on the closed doors. “She approved of the inn.”
However, King David’s decision to book this place had nothing to do with its gangster history or elaborate opulence.
Perched atop the inn like a crown, a large landing pad sat with three of my helicopters, awaiting my orders. That offered more than just convenience—it promised a swift escape should the need arise.
Then, there were the secret VIP tunnel exits under the inn. Silver Dollar Sam never wanted anyone to know when he entered or left this place. Therefore, his people created passages for clandestine movements and quick disappearances.
Should potential threats ever darken our doorstep, I could whisk Emily and my boys away either through the hidden corridors or the helipad.
Nothing could happen to my family.
The elevator jerked with a soft, mechanical hum and then stopped at the top floor.
The doors parted slowly, revealing a plush, dimly lit corridor that seemed to extend towards infinity.
With their guns out, my men filed away dutifully like shadowy silhouettes against the soft radiance of chandeliers hanging from the ceiling. Their footsteps echoed along the polished marble floors.
Ignoring them, I murmured softly into Emily’s ear, “I enjoyed your pussy in the car.”
She smirked.
“Once you get your voice back, we will have to try that again.”
Lust pulsed through me. I’d just had that sweet pussy bouncing on my cock less than an hour ago, and still I yearned for more.
I could never get bored of my mouse.
When we got to our suite at the end of the hallway, I let Emily slide down gently onto her feet but kept my arm wrapped protectively around her waist.
I pulled out the old brass skeleton key and opened the door. “If you do not like this suite, let me know. We will move to another in the morning.”
She nodded.
The suite’s door swung open with a soft click, revealing an elegant interior.
Opulence wasn’t a stranger to me, but the grandeur of this three-bedroom suite was a sight to behold. It had lofty ivory-colored ceilings, embellished with detailed swirling moldings. Velvet turquoise sofas and mahogany tables greeted my eyes. The rest of the décor represented artisanal furnishings that ran in deep, seductive red hues, bellowing the vibrant spirit of a jazz club at the peak of the Roaring Twenties.
