(KRYSTAL'S POV)
Two months.
That's how long it's been since Grayson went down, and somehow the world hasn't stopped spinning. If anything, it's been spinning faster, dragging me along for the ride. With the money Val squeezed out of that bastard, he's been on a rebuilding spree like he's trying to speedrun the American dream but in the most criminally efficient way possible.
He's bought up old buildings. Abandoned places gutted and renovated. Staff hired by the dozens.
Now he's sitting on a new nightclub, a casino, and a rooftop Italian restaurant—each one already pulling crowds big enough to make the Strip blink twice. Add in the dozens of new soldiers he recruited, and Valentino Vipera has carved out his own empire so fast it should be illegal. He's more guarded than ever, more protected, more feared. And I can tell Vegas is already whispering his name again.
