Chapter 231 Lexi - Las Vegas

• The Lounge stank with the stench of stale smoke and cheap perfume, a dingy hole-in-the-wall on the frayed edges of the Las Vegas Strip.
• Neon signs flickered erratically outside, casting erratic pulses of red and blue through the grimy windows, but inside, the spotlights were merciless—harsh beams that stripped away any illusion of glamour.
• Lexi Monroe moved beneath them. At twenty-five, she was all long legs and full curves, her skin glistening with a sheen of sweat as she swayed to the thumping bass of some forgotten pop remix.