Secrets and Seduction Las Vegas (Sexy Italian Imports Book 1)

SECRETS

AND

SEDUCTION

LAS VEGAS

by

LAURA BRECK

Secrets and Seduction Las Vegas
Book One of the
Sexy Italian Imports
Series
by Laura Breck
Copyright © 2015 Laura Breck
Originally released in 2009 as Secret Vegas Lives

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Chapter One

“Don’t move your lips when you talk.” Her sister spoke from under the blanket in the back seat. “They might be watching you.”

Valerie Kane’s grip on the steering wheel tightened as she turned the car into the dog park’s empty lot. Through stiff lips, she answered, “We’re here.” She pulled into a spot as far from a light as possible, shifted into park, and killed the engine. “I’m a little nervous.”

“Is your hood up?” Monica asked.

She looked out the windshield. “Hood?”

Her sister heaved a sigh. “On you, not the car.”

Oh, crap, she needed to focus. She tugged the drawstrings of her hooded sweatshirt. “Yeah, it’s up.” She looked around to be sure they were still alone and caught a glimpse of the lights of the Las Vegas strip twinkling blissfully in the distance. A tingle of anxiety ran through her. “Are we doing the right thing?”

Her sister reached between the seats and gripped her arm. “We don’t have to do this, Val. If you have any doubt, just start the car and let’s go.”

Taking a deep breath, she zipped up her hoodie. “No. We promised. I can do this.” She pressed the unlock button on the doors then glanced back. Monica was well hidden and was lying on the bag containing their cousin’s blackmail payment.

Her sister whispered, “Just go really fast and get back here. Wait, first roll down the windows, so I can hear you if you scream.”

Scream? There was no reason to scream. No one was here. This was just a package pick-up. Her sister was being overcautious.

She pressed the four window buttons. “Here I go.”

Opening the door, she jumped out quickly. If they were watching, she didn’t want the interior light to give away her identity. Tonight she was a body double for their cousin, an Academy Award winning actress.

The blackmailers specified they wanted the actress to make the pick-up and delivery, but Valerie and her older sister, Monica, let their cousin talk them into doing it. Would the blackmailers be fooled? She and her cousin did look similar, with long, straight black hair and light skin, although Valerie was twenty years younger than the actress.

She jogged across the grass, her shaky legs slowing her. The park measured a half-mile square, and, though the sun was down, the temperature had to be in the eighties. Dressed in layers to look heavier, her body heated quickly.

At regular intervals, she slowed and scanned the area. She saw no one, and her jitters eased. Then a surge of adrenaline pumped through her. She was doing something risky, finally, in her too-safe, over-protected life. And it felt as invigorating as a ride on a roller coaster.

It took a few minutes to reach the middle of the park, where a water fountain stood next to a couple trees.

She stopped a yard short and looked around, hearing only crickets chirruping and her heart whumping. She walked up to the fountain and squatted, reaching under the lower bowl set at dog’s height. She felt it, a package taped to the bottom, and tore it loose. It was heavy. How much cash was in it?

Above her, branches rustled, and a large bulk dropped from the tree, three feet from her. A man, all in black, a foot taller than her and at least a hundred fifty pounds heavier, grabbed her arm, looming over her.

She screamed an instinctive shriek of primal fear.

He grabbed her arm and shook her. “Shut up.” He looked at the homes surrounding the park. “Someone will call the police.”

She heaved in a huge breath to scream again and heard Monica yelling as she ran toward them. “I’ve called the cops! And I’ve got a Taser!”

A dose of reassurance steadied her. “Let me go.” She yanked her arm, but he held tight.

The man looked from her sister to her then back again. “Shit.” He grabbed the package from her and shoved it in his pocket then pulled her hood off her head. He jerked her around so her face was in the moonlight. “Who are you? Why are you doing this?”

Okay, he knew she wasn’t the actress, but it didn’t take a huge I.Q. to figure out what she was doing. “You told us to pick up that envelope…” She pointed a shaking finger toward his pocket. “…and deliver it with our blackmail money.” Her voice sounded weak.

“
I
told you?” He kept an eye on Monica’s approach. “I’m not the…” He shook his head. “Okay, just tell me where you’re delivering the money.”

“What?” Through her panic, she recognized his accent: Italian. She studied his face: well defined features, shoulder length black hair sticking out of his cap. She should be able to pick him out of a lineup.

He shook her slightly. “I asked you where. Where are you dropping off the money?”

“You should know. You wrote the instructions.”

“Don’t act innocent. I’m not the blackmailer.” He put his hand into his pocket. “You are.”

She stared at his side, expecting to see his hand come out of his pocket with a gun. “No, I’m not.” Her voice went squeaky. “I’ve got a bag with money in it, too.” She pointed stupidly to the car. “To be delivered—as instructed—with the money you just took from me.”

He pulled out a camera, held it close to her face, and snapped. The flash blinded her.

She heard Monica running toward them. “Let go of her!” She sounded breathless.

A siren whirred a few blocks away.

He leaned close to her face. “This isn’t over, princess. I’ll find you.”

He ran off at a ninety-degree angle to her sister’s path. Monica reached the fountain and collapsed on the ground. “You okay, Val?”

“Yes.” She rubbed her arm where he gripped her. “Crap, he’s going to the car.”

Monica sat up, and they watched him run, unable to do anything to stop him. His camera’s flash went off three times as he took pictures of the license plate and the interior of the car. Then he ran out of the lot and vaulted over a brick wall into the adjoining neighborhood.

Monica collapsed again. “I thought he was going to steal the car.”

“He should have. The money’s in there…” Now his actions really confused her. The siren grew louder. “Come on, let’s go before the cops get here.”

Her sister waved her hand in the air. “No hurry. I reported shots fired…” She pointed to the homes behind them. “…in Desert Highlands.”

Valerie’s knees weakened as the adrenaline left her body. She knelt next to Monica. “Good thinking. But can they trace the call?”

Monica held up a cell phone. “When our cousin talked us into this caper, I bought a disposable.”

“You’re so smart.” Valerie reached for it. “We should shut it off so the police can’t track us here.”

She looked worried. “Can they do that?”

Valerie made a helpless gesture. “How should I know? I’m a psychologist, not a CIA operative.”

The police car sped by the park and pulled into the housing development. “Come on, let’s go. Blackmailer might come back if he realizes the cops aren’t here.”

“Damn.” Monica got up slowly. “Didn’t think of that.”

They jogged back to the car and Valerie drove as fast as she dared out of the lot, then headed downtown. “That was a strange conversation. He said he’s not the blackmailer.”

“Then what was he doing there?”

“I don’t know. Read the letter again.”

Her sister took the photocopy from her pocket. “An hour after sunset tonight. The dog park in Henderson. Get the envelope of cash from the low fountain in the middle of the park. Drop it and your money downtown in the newspaper box outside the pawn shop by the Golden Nugget. Wear gray sweats, hood up, and drive a black Corolla.”

“So…” Valerie pressed fingers to her throbbing temple. “Why would he ambush me here?”

“Maybe he planned to kidnap our über-famous cousin.”

“He had to know she wouldn’t come alone, no matter what the letter instructed.”

Monica crossed her arms. “Yeah, well, the letter also said it was only a pick-up, no contact with the blackmailers. We just risked our lives.”

“I know. We were pretty stupid to agree to this.”

Monica groaned. “Betina should have hired a private detective and made them up to look like her.”

She shrugged. “I didn’t think it would be dangerous.” She held up her hand, and it shook like a jackhammer. “I’ve never done anything like this before in my life.”

Her sister laughed humorlessly. “Oh, I know you haven’t. Jeez, in school you wouldn’t even stay up past lights out. Now, all of a sudden, you’re the new 007?” After a minute, Monica asked, “Did you tell Troy what you were doing tonight?”

“No.” She rolled her eyes. “He would have tried to talk me out of it or insisted on coming along.”

“He would’ve been better protection than I was.”

“Yeah, and when the blackmailer recognized him, he’d be involved in this mess, too. Everyone knows Troy’s face. He has a Super Bowl ring, for God’s sake.”

“I bet he could have tackled the blackmailer or thrown a rock or something and knocked him out.”

She looked at her sister, and they both grinned. “Great visual, Mon, but he and I haven’t been dating long enough for me to spring something this bizarre on him.” Troy’s adorable grin popped into her mind.

Last night, she’d straightened his soft, blond hair with her fingertips. He’d kissed her and tried to rub her breast—too soon—and she’d pushed him away with a smile.

Monica said, “This
was
bizarre. I haven’t done anything this risky since high school.”

A shiver of fear coursed through Valerie. “I thought for sure we’d be safe. There was no one around. And I’m a fast enough runner that, if anyone came after me, I could outrun them.” She smacked her hand on the steering wheel. “I didn’t even think of looking up in the trees.”

“Don’t blame yourself. I didn’t see him, either.”

“But he saw me. He took my picture. If he goes to the police—”

“Uh uh. The way he ran when he heard the siren? No way.”

“What if he recognizes me? Reports me? I could lose my license.”

“Ooohhh.” Monica made it sound mournful.

“What?”

“Your photo was in the paper last week with Troy.”

Valerie let out a squeak. “Hopefully, Blackmailer’s not the kind of guy who keeps the society pages sitting around.”

“He didn’t look like it. Mmmm, did you see the body on that guy? I thought your quarterback was built, but that man was buff.”

She stared straight ahead. “I didn’t notice.”

Her sister looked at her sideways. “I don’t believe that for a minute.”

Yes, she noticed as he ran through the park, but when he veered toward their car, all thoughts of his perfect anatomy disappeared. “Anyway,” she said, changing the subject, “he took the envelope of money that I was supposed to pick up.”

“Just leave a note in the bag with Betina’s money.”

“Oh, sure. Dear Mr. Blackmailer, the funniest thing happened to the package you told me to pick up. A big guy jumped out of a tree…” But wasn’t he the blackmailer? This was all so baffling. She turned off the freeway into downtown.

Monica crossed her arms. “Okay, smart ass. What’s your suggestion?”

She couldn’t think of a better idea. “Go ahead and write a note, but make it sound apologetic. I don’t want to screw this up.”

Valerie pulled up to the curb, Monica finished the note and jumped out, opened the newspaper box with three quarters, stuffed the bag in, and they drove off.

She headed to the rental return on Decatur and dropped off the car her cousin rented under another name. They took a cab to the Wynn casino, changed in the ladies room, and went out a back door to their cars.

Valerie stopped and grabbed her sister’s arm. “Mon, I’m so glad you were with me tonight. I would have been a wreck without you.”

“You were really brave, Val. I just hope it’s over…for good.”

She held up her hands in surrender. “I do, too. I want to get back to being quiet, unassuming Dr. Kane.”

Monica got into her truck. “You’re dull, boring, and predictable, little sister, but I like you that way. It’s safer for both of us.”

Valerie smiled as her sister pulled out of the lot. Then she got into her dull, boring, and predictable SUV, locked the doors, and headed west toward home.

In her rearview mirror, the lights of the strip that usually calmed her, made her stomach flip. Somewhere out there, Blackmailer was staring at her picture and searching for her identity. His voice repeated over and over in her mind:
“I’ll find you.”