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Luckily, Jonas picked up on the first ring. “Sir?”

“The club is closed. It’s burnt down to the ground,” I said, making my way to my car.

“What? No way!” Jonas said, sounding appalled and pissed at the same time.

“Yeah. Some fucker set it on fire,” I said.

“Any idea who?” Jonas asked, still trying to process what I had just told him.

“That’s why I called you,” I stated, my voice hard. I was not in the mood to play around.

“I’ll look into it,” Jonas said. “No one was there when I left last night. Possibly could be one of the men that wants in but wasn’t allowed a membership.”

“Most likely,” I huffed. “Just not sure which one. There’s a few of them I won’t ever allow in.”

“Well, at least you have the casinos,” Jonas said. “It’s not like you’re losing money. Insurance will kick in and you can rebuild or buy a new place.”

“The casinos are all under the Don’s care,” I explained. “But yes. I will restart it up after the fucker is caught. You know what to do you when you find him.”

“Got it, boss,” Jonas said, hanging up with a click.

I could easily get into the casinos and help run them, but my father had that handled without me. We protected our own, and I wouldn’t hesitate to step up if needed. But I wanted my own well known business outside of the Las Vegas strip. I wanted to have my own say on how I could do things.

And now it was burnt down to the ground.

It wouldn’t be for long. Oh no.

First thing first, file a claim, then start looking for a place that would be bigger and better.

No one would bring me down this way. I would be coming back, stronger than ever.