Chapter 555: Las Vegas with… some surprises
The golden Aventador tore through the desert until the road opened into a mirage of lights. Las Vegas loomed before them like a city that never slept, pulsing with red, blue, and gold. It was as if sin itself had become concrete and glowed neon in the middle of the night.
Vergil slowed down as he turned onto the main avenue, the car’s engine roaring, drawing curious glances from drunk tourists, honeymooners, and bored millionaires. The golden Aventador was impossible to ignore—a spectacle in its own right amid the city’s visual orgy.
Alexa, still in his lap, leaned out the window, the wind ruffling her orange hair with green tips. Her eyes sparkled like a child’s, but the mischief in her smile betrayed her true nature.
“Vegas…” she said in an almost excited whisper. “This place reeks of sex, drugs, and money. I love it.”
Kaguya, from the backseat, just smiled, adjusting the short dress that barely hid her curves. Her red eyes reflected the city lights like living rubies.
“It’s a city made for predators, Alexa. No one cares about monsters here—as long as they spend enough.”
Vergil didn’t comment. He simply drove the car into the parking lot of one of the most luxurious casinos on the Strip: the Imperial Sun. It was a colossal building, with golden columns, water fountains illuminated in extravagant colors, and a facade that imitated Roman palaces. Every detail screamed ostentation and excess.
He stopped the car in front of the main entrance, and immediately two valets rushed over. The first, a thin, sweaty young man, opened his mouth to say something, but froze when he saw Alexa slide off Vergil’s lap, her hair shining in the artificial light, her body tight against the provocative outfit.
The second, younger valet’s eyes widened as Kaguya emerged from the side door. The vampire stood like an unholy goddess, her white hair blowing in the night wind, her black dress clinging to her body like a second skin.
Vergil handed over the key without a word. The young man trembled as he took it, as if the car were a living creature that could swallow him at any moment.
“Don’t scratch it,” Vergil said dryly, his tone carrying a veiled threat.
Alexa grabbed his arm, pulling him toward the casino’s revolving doors. “Come on, come on! I’m dying to spend someone’s money.”
The doors opened, revealing a world of lights, sounds, and lust. Slot machines flashed like crazed stars, roulette wheels spun at a frantic pace, and the constant clink of coins created an addictive soundtrack. Waitresses in skimpy dresses circulated with trays of colorful drinks, and the smoke of expensive cigars hung in the air.
Vergil walked calmly, his firm steps echoing on the marble floor. He didn’t need to make an effort to attract attention—his presence simply dominated the space. Alexa and Kaguya, one on each side, looked like predators parading alongside the alpha.
A massive security guard in a black suit with a grim expression approached the trio. His voice was deep and authoritative:
“Sir, this is a private establishment. May I ask if you have reservations?”
Vergil didn’t bother to respond. He just gave him a cold stare, and the man took a step back, not understanding why. The demonic aura emanating from her blue eyes had struck him like an invisible wall.
Kaguya chuckled softly, leaning into the security guard’s ear. “Of course we have reservations. We’re the backup.”
The man simply nodded, confused, and stepped back, allowing them to pass.
Alexa pulled Vergil straight to a blackjack table. “Here, let’s play a little.”
The dealer, a young man in an impeccable suit, smiled politely as they approached, but the smile faltered when his eyes fell on Kaguya. Her cleavage was an invitation to sin, and her red gaze, hypnotic.
“Good evening, gentlemen… ladies,” he stammered. “Will you bet?”
“Always,” Alexa replied with a wild smile, grabbing a stack of chips that simply appeared in front of her.
Vergil didn’t ask where they came from. When those two wanted something, the world simply delivered.
The game began, and soon the table was tense. Alexa played boldly, laughing with each win and taunting the dealer. Kaguya, on the other hand, was cold and calculating, like an assassin. Every card she was dealt seemed part of a larger plan, and the other players at the table broke out in a cold sweat.
Vergil just watched, sipping a glass of whiskey someone had left in his hand. His enjoyment wasn’t in the game, but in the spectacle: two predators devouring the night, competing with each other while simultaneously showing the world that they belonged only to him.
Soon, Alexa leaned over the table, resting her nearly exposed breasts as she smiled at the dealer. “One more card, dear.”
The boy could barely respond, his eyes glued to her, until Kaguya intervened with a venomous smile.
“Don’t get so distracted, human.” Her voice was low, but charged with power. “Or you’ll lose more than chips tonight.”
The dealer paled, handing over the card with trembling hands.
Vergil chuckled softly, shaking his head. “You really can’t help it, can you?”
Alexa looked at him, biting her lower lip. “And you complain?”
He didn’t answer. She simply took another sip of whiskey, the blue glow in her eyes reflecting the cards, the lights, and the raw desire in the air.
Kaguya finished the hand, turning over her cards with an elegant motion. Twenty-one.
Alexa snorted, tossing her own chips aside. “Vampire luck.”
“Skill,” Kaguya corrected, with that smile that exuded superiority. “But if you want, I can teach you.”
“Teach?” Alexa arched an eyebrow, her feral smile curving into pure provocation. “You only know how to teach… physical things.”
“Maybe that’s all you need to learn,” Kaguya retorted, her voice low and melodic, like silk soaked in poison.
They both laughed, the sound of their laughter echoing like music amidst the artificial lights and the clink of chips. Vergil just sighed, leaning back in his chair, the glass of whiskey balanced in his hand. But there was no frustration in his expression—only delight.
He was exactly where he wanted to be: in the center of the chaos, flanked by two women who transformed even a crowded casino into their own private stage for seduction and competition.
‘Curious…’ he thought, as his eyes roamed the room with predatory calm. The machines blinked, the tables bustled, but behind the abundance of colors and sounds lay a detail few would notice.
Patterns. Synchronized movements. Men and women in discreet suits, some with too-close eyes for tourists, others pretending to play without really paying attention to the cards.
‘Interpol.’
Vergil counted at least sixty agents scattered throughout the casino, and the number increased with each closer look. They were surrounded—or at least, that’s what they believed.
A wry smile played on his lips.
He set his empty glass on the table, leaned in slightly, and placed a soft kiss on each of their foreheads. Alexa flinched at the sudden gesture, biting her lip, while Kaguya merely smiled contentedly, as if receiving an invisible crown.
“Darlings…” he said, his deep, calm voice cutting through the surrounding noise like a blade. “If you’ll excuse me… I need to stop by the bathroom.”
He stood calmly, straightening his impeccable suit, and for a moment he looked like just another wealthy gambler walking away from the table. But his blue eyes sparkled with something deeper.
Alexa followed him with her gaze, a glint of mischief dancing in her pupils. “Bathroom, hm? Don’t take long, dear…”