Aces Sample
I eventually manage to get inside Aces itself as the line moves forward. It leaves quite an impression on me. It is covered in gold and white. But mostly gold. I hear the sound of slot machines everywhere. I observe where the table games are and how busy they are with the hangers on of the VIP’s. But then, I see the man himself who is the source of much of the chaos standing in the lobby. Alec Atkins, the owner and builder of Aces, stood near the entrance in a gold-plated blazer that looked impossibly tacky against his muscular frame. He has a square jaw, thin, fading browning hair and is over six foot three. Alec is a MMA fighter turned supplement mogul. I recognize him from surveillance briefings, the man whose trafficking allegations made him radioactive to every legitimate casino in Nevada. He shouts into a cordless microphone, his voice, already booming, electronically amplified to a deafening, distorting pitch that hammered painfully against the undamped acoustics of the casino...
