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  Master of Revenge

  Sienna Snow

  Contents

  Gods of Vegas - Book 3

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Coming Soon - Master of Secrets

  Master of Sin

  About the Author

  Books by Sienna Snow

  Gods of Vegas - Book 3

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  BY SIENNA SNOW

  Copyright Page

  Copyright © 2019 by Sienna Snow

  Published by Sienna Snow

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  Editor: Jennifer Haymore

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  ISBN - eBook - 978-1-948756-12-9

  ISBN - Print - 978-1-948756-23-5

  Dedication

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  Chapter One

  Henna

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  “Oh God, what did I do last night?” I moaned to myself as the sun streamed over my face, making me squint.

  I never forgot to close the blackout curtains. I couldn’t have drunk that much.

  I shifted on the bed and whimpered. Everything hurt. My back, my arms, my… That was when it hit me.

  I turned to the side and found the most breathtaking and exasperating man I had ever known sleeping next to me.

  Oh God, I didn’t.

  The discomfort and arousal I felt between my legs told me I definitely had. Multiple times, as I recalled.

  Shit, shit, shit. What the hell was I thinking, taking Zacharias Lykaios to bed?

  He was the enemy.

  Hot as hell with a body made for sin, but an enemy nonetheless.

  It was supposed to have ended at the poker table as it always had before. Win, take his money, flirt, and leave.

  As with most of our high-stakes poker games, we were the last two left at the table, the other players having bowed out hours earlier. I was just about to call when Zack had added a night I’d never forget to the pot. It was a dare. He knew he was about to lose and he wanted me to collect. So I raised him, with a night to let him do whatever he wanted with me. That was when a gleam entered his eyes and he set his cards on the table.

  Royal flush.

  I’d been had. It was his first win against me in over six months.

  When he’d offered me his hand, I’d slid my palm over his and followed him out of the poker room.

  I studied his face, resisting the urge to stroke his stubble-covered jaw. Dark hair cut in a way that made him look young yet professional, face that looked like he was sculpted by the Greek gods, and a body built like a fighter, all honed, lean muscles. Then there were the tats he hid under those tailored suits.

  I had to stop ogling him and get the hell out of here.

  Fuck, and where was here?

  I lifted my head.

  The room was all shades of gray with splashes of blue and black, very masculine.

  Zack’s penthouse. At the Aegis.

  This was just great.

  There was no way I could leave this hotel without anyone noticing me. I was too recognizable.

  I shimmied my way off the bed. That was when I noticed the silk ties attached to the headboard.

  My cheeks heated. Zack had made good on giving me a night I wouldn’t forget, as I had in letting him do whatever he wanted to me.

  My body hummed, wanting to relive the night.

  This was so bad.

  I pushed back the thought and began to search the floor for my clothes. That was when I found my dress torn in half. The memory of Zack’s frantic hands filled my mind, of him trying to work the buttons on the back of my dress and then giving up and ripping the beaded sheath off me.

  We’d been so frenzied to get naked. We hadn’t even made it to the bed. It had been hot, sweaty, and all-consuming.

  I quickly bit my lip as a groan almost escaped my lips.

  Snap out of it, Henna.

  I rushed into Zack’s closet, yanking a T-shirt from a hanger and slipping it over my head before I rummaged through the drawers until I found a pair of jogging pants. I folded and rolled the waist to keep them from falling. It was the best I could do. The man was twice my size.

  I tiptoed from the bedroom, catching sight of my purse and heels sprawled in the hallway leading to the entryway of the penthouse. I slipped on my shoes, grabbed my clutch, and made my way to Zack’s private elevator.

  I sighed, glancing over my shoulder one last time, in the direction of the room Zack slept in. If only circumstances were different.

  I stepped inside the lift, knowing I’d have to deal with the aftermath of one reckless night sooner or later.

  It took me a good forty-five minutes to make it back to my house. I’d looked ridiculous in my thousand-dollar heels and Zack’s workout clothes, but no one seemed to pay attention, or if they had, they hadn’t let on. Hopefully no one associated me with the always impeccably dressed and professional Henna Anthony.

  Thankfully, my driver/bodyguard/keeper, Brandon, was waiting for me the second I stepped out of the back entrance of the casino side of the Aegis Hotel and Casino. He hadn’t batted an eye at my crazy getup and drove me home.

  “Will you need me later today for our normal routine or will you take the day off? It’s a shame you never take time to enjoy the beautiful house you had built.”

  I wish I could take a day off. In my world, sleep, rest, and fun were commodities I couldn’t expect. Stolen hours hanging out with my best friends were the most I could expect. I was in the business of providing enjoyment for others, from college kids trying to blow off steam to oil billionaires from the Middle East.

  “You know there’s no rest for the weary. We have some hig
h rollers coming in tonight, and they expect a personal welcome.”

  Brandon shook his head. He was handsome, with salt-and-pepper hair and a six-foot-five height. He had a very distinguished older vibe that caught the eye. “I’ll be here at four. At least get some sleep.”

  “That’s the plan. Once I review a few contracts and make some calls, the bed is where I’ll go.”

  “You are stubborn, Miss Anthony.”

  I smiled, stepping out of the SUV. “Did you just figure this out? You’re getting rusty, Brandon.”

  He shook his head again. “See you soon.”

  My garage opened as I approached, revealing Blane, one of the security details. Collin, my boss at Lykaios International and surrogate father, had insisted I remain vigilant in my personal protection from the time I was a child, and now that I ran his empire, it had become second nature to have people around me.

  “The property is secure, Ms. Anthony. Enjoy your rest.” Blane nodded to me.

  “Thank you.”

  The second I crossed the threshold of my house, I released a sigh. Finally, I could be myself.

  The house smelled wonderful. Gardenias. My favorite flower.

  I stared across the open entry into the vast sunroom which opened to a garden oasis in the backyard. This palatial home was my splurge, my gift to myself for all the sacrifices, all the pain, and all the damage of the past.

  My house was part of a twenty-thousand-acre development I owned on the outskirts of Vegas. It sat on a fifteen-acre plot that served as my respite from the hustle and bustle of the Strip.

  I’d found the land during my freshman year at the University of Nevada, Las Vegas. Penny had come home from college with a few of her friends and we’d decided to go hiking in the caverns about an hour outside of Vegas. On our way home we stopped at a hole-in-the-wall diner where the owner, an older lady, talked about all the land her recently deceased husband had left her and how she wanted to sell it off.

  From as far back as I could remember, I knew real estate was the way to make my mark in the world. I also knew that I couldn’t afford anything in the various popular areas of Vegas. My only hope was to buy a diamond in the rough.

  So I convinced everyone to make a detour to see the property. There was nothing but desert, no land infrastructure, no anything. There was barely a one-lane dirt road. The only sign of life was the distinct silhouette of Las Vegas in the distance.

  I wanted it, and no amount of convincing from anyone was going to keep me from getting it. I saw a potential no one else could.

  I’d stayed in touch with the owner and told her I was interested in purchasing her land. I knew she’d thought I was crazy for wanting it, and even more so when I came back to her two years later with a cash offer for her insanely large property.

  It had taken me another three years to have the land developed, and now it was one of the most coveted communities in the Las Vegas area, with the average home prices being in the tens of millions.

  Most people had no clue I was the mastermind behind the community, and I was fine with it. Especially since I couldn’t tell anyone that the money for my project came from my winning in underground and highly illegal poker tournaments where hundreds of millions changed hands with a draw of the cards.

  My phone rang as I kicked off my shoes and walked toward my kitchen.

  Checking the display, I saw the call was from my baby sister, Anaya.

  She was on an internship in Geneva. Every time I talked to her, there was a sense she was homesick. We were close as any sisters could be. We’d survived the crimes of our deceased father, a notorious embezzler with a list of enemies a mile long who’d committed suicide instead of facing justice for his crimes. This was the first time in her life we’d been apart for more than a month. I missed her like crazy, but her internship was an opportunity less than one percent of all applicants received.

  “Hey there, little sis. How’s Europe?”

  “Kicking my ass. I’m so tired.”

  “You and me both.”

  “Long night for you. Who did you have to wine and dine? A sultan, or was it a reclusive billionaire, or maybe it was a hot-as-sin businessman?”

  God, if she only knew.

  “We had a few whales in house. Tonight’s the one I’m dreading. We have a group of European aristocrats coming to celebrate a bachelor party. I’ll be lucky if I get any sleep for the next two days. Then there’s the show in less than two weeks I’m preparing for.”

  “Oh yeah, the Las Vegas International Auto Show. I love walking through all the exhibits. I’m going to be so jealous if you get to drive the new Lamborghini the magazines are talking about.”

  One of the perks of the show moving to Lykaios Arena was having the privilege of driving some of the cars.

  “I promise to keep my joyriding all to myself.”

  “Whatever. That means you’re already scheduled for a drive, or at least a ride-along.”

  “My lips are sealed. Collin’s the one I need to keep from getting behind the wheel. He’s as much an adrenaline junkie as I am.”

  “You’re making sure Collin isn’t doing too much, right?”

  Collin Lykaios was the one person outside of our mom who Anaya and I loved with all our hearts. He’d protected us, literally, from the world and had sacrificed his life, his family, for us. I could never repay the man for all he’d done or the secrets he’d kept. He was my father in all things but blood.

  “Yes, Anaya, I’m making Collin jump out of airplanes and work his fingers to the bone. It’s only fair he puts in the same hours I do since he owns the place.”

  “You’re such an ass,” she huffed. “I miss him. I miss you and Mom.”

  Her tone had me worried.

  “Ana, did something happen?”

  “Nothing bad. It’s just this job is harder than I expected. I feel like I’ve joined a cult.”

  My baby sister was a bookworm to the max, and I had a feeling interacting and being social was her main issue.

  “Marketing and social media analysis isn’t all behind the scenes, I take it?”

  She snorted. “Not even close.”

  “It’ll be okay. One more month and you’ll be back home. Just in time for Penny’s wedding.”

  Persephone Kipos was our cousin and all-around amazing woman. She was set to marry Hagen Lykaios in a little under six weeks. It was going to be a fusion of Penny’s Indian and Greek heritage. Penny wanted her wedding to be a celebration of the traditions of her Indian mother, my aunt, and her Greek father.

  “I can’t wait. It’s going to be so much fun. Plus, now I’m old enough to drink and can party it up with you.”

  “Yes, yes. I bet you’ve been restraining yourself for the last few months.”

  “I haven’t had a sip of alcohol. It’s part of my contract. It was a bit of a bummer not to have champagne on my twenty-first birthday. But as you say, work is work, and we have to do what we have to do.”

  My words sounded depressing. I needed to figure out something a little more inspiring.

  “So, I heard a rumor.”

  “I’m listening.”

  “Well, not really a rumor since it was confirmed. Penny said you left a fun party to play poker with Zack.”

  I yawned, deciding bed was a better option than work.

  “Penny is a gossip.”

  “So, it’s true?”

  “It was business. We had to organize a high-stakes game between his whales and mine. It’s a long story but the players are all friendly rivals. Both the Lykaios Casinos and the Aegis Casinos made out big so that’s all that matters.”

  It was also the reason Zack and I ended up at a late-night poker game, and what led to us screwing each other’s brains out.

  “Did you hit it?”

  “What?”

  “I’m just saying. Did you finally jump Zack? It’s like watching two feral animals circling each other.”

  “I take offense to that.”


  “You didn’t deny it.”

  “Ana, I do not have time for a relationship.”

  “I’m not talking marriage and babies, although you are getting there in age.” The humor in her voice made me want to shake her. I was only twenty-seven. “I’m talking about getting serviced by him. The brothers are known for their mad skills in the sheets.”

  “You need to stop reading tabloids and focus on school and work.”

  “Yet again, you didn’t deny it.”

  “I’m going to bed. You’re giving me a headache.”

  “I love you, sis.”

  “I love you too, squirt.”

  “I’m taller than you by five inches. I’m not the squirt.”

  “Yes. You’re so smart. Now I’m off to bed.” I paused. “Ana, if you want to come home, I’ll send Collin’s plane this minute.”

  She sighed. “No, this is something I have to do. From what I hear, surviving the internship is the hardest part of working for the firm. After it, I’ll have a job waiting for me as soon as I graduate. I’ll pay my dues and then get paid bank when I officially start working for them.”

  “Good. We all have to pay dues to succeed.”

  “Do you think you’ll ever stop trying to repay Collin for all he did for us and live your life? He doesn’t expect anything in return, Henna. He wants you to be happy.”

  I froze. “That subject is not open for discussion, Ana.”