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Briana
I’d only beenasleep for a couple hours when I got Dorian’s call, but I woke up quickly as I grabbed the first thing I could find in my closet, yanked my hair up into a twist I hoped looked intentionally messy rather than just sloppy. I slipped on a pair of flats and grabbed my purse, heading out the door less than five minutes after I ended the call.
Nearly one in the morning was practically dinner time in Vegas, so there was a ton of activity on the strip as I drove the short distance to the casino and handed my car off to the valet.
Dorian hadn't given me any more information to go by on the phone, only that my presence was needed right away. The place wasn't on fire, so I supposed that was a good thing as I took the elevator straight up to the top. No cops on the floor, so again a good thing, but I still didn't know what to expect when I walked into their suite. Hopefully, it wasn't because they had a corpse in there. That might be a bit above my pay grade.
With Enzo, though, I wasn't about to discount anything. He had the kind of inflammatory character that I was sure had gotten him into all kinds of trouble over the years. I presumed that was why Dorian was so much more withdrawn. It couldn't be easy, having to be a big brother to his big brother.
I just hoped that the worst hadn't happened. It would be impossible to explain to my boss, and I doubted I'd ever see Dorian again.
And the fact that those were the two things I thought of before anything else was definitely going to be problematic.
The scene inside the suite was calmer than I'd expected and a rush of relief went through me. Dorian opened the door with a serious expression, beckoning me inside with an impatient wave of his hand, making me think that I should have stayed at the hotel.
Too late for that now, but it was something to think of in the future.
I took in the room, taking care not to grimace at the pile of bloody towels on the coffee table. Okay, maybe not quite as good as I first thought. Enzo was sitting on the couch, holding another towel to his forehead. It must have been a fresh towel, as the soft white linen hadn't yet taken on the coppery-red color the others had.
That was going to be a bitch to get out. Probably easier to just pitch them.
“This looks...problematic.”
Enzo looked up and scowled at me with bloodshot eyes.
I winced. “Sorry. Let's get someone up here right away.”
With that, I tactfully backed into the next room and pulled out my phone. At least I knew who to call for this.
Tovi Hall. When I first started working for the casino, I'd been surprised to discover just how often these little late-night medical emergencies occurred. When the rich and famous played, they played hard. Assisting our guests in avoiding embarrassment was probably at least half of the job, truth be told. And a lot of that was accomplished by keeping them away from paramedics, hospitals, and the cops. That's where Tovi came in.
“Can you see what the cut's from?” Tovi asked after I explained the basic problem.
In the background, I could hear her scrambling to get her things together. She lived nearby, so I didn't expect her to be long. We hadn't spent much time together, but I'd observed her to be efficient and thorough, so I felt comfortable trusting her.
“I don't know.” My voice was low and quiet. I didn't know what else Tovi was going to ask, and I didn't want to suddenly lower my voice, making them think something was more wrong than it was.
“Tell him to put pressure on the wound and not to fall asleep. I'll be there in no more than twenty minutes.”
I hung up, wondering what the hell I was going to do with the brothers for twenty minutes that didn't involve standing around looking like an idiot. The atmosphere in the living room was tense, leading me to wonder if Enzo's laceration was the result of an argument or scuffle between the two of them. I hoped not, because I really didn't want my first assignment to result in having to separate two high-profile guests.
Which meant I needed to work on figuring out what happened and diffusing the tension.
I stepped back into the living room. “Our in-house medic is on her way.”
Dorian's attention shot to me, but Enzo was still looking off into space, jaw tense. He didn't look like he was going to pass out, so that was good.
“She said to keep pressure on it,” I continued, taking another step into the room, “but I’ve also been informed to make sure you don’t fall asleep.”
When Enzo didn't reply, Dorian rolled his eyes and elbowed his brother in the ribs. “Answer Briana.”
Enzo seemed to come back into himself at the mention of my name. His glazed eyes sought me out, lips curling faintly into a drunken smirk that told me his lack of focus was probably more from alcohol than a result of a whack on the head. He straightened and widened his eyes in exaggeration.
“No sleep. Got it. Though staying awake would be easier if I had something to entertain me.” He winked. “Or someone.”
I laughed, hoping it didn't sound as awkward as I felt. I couldn't reject him, especially since he was already having such a bad night, but I didn't want to encourage his advances either. He needed to know that I wasn't one of the perks offered.
“Do you guys want me to turn the TV on?” I asked, glancing around the room for inspiration. “Maybe a little music? I could order up some food if you're hungry. Our important guests are always welcome to place special orders.”
