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CHAPTER ONE
Eoghan
Fuck…
CHAPTER TWO
Jillian
Frigging Eoghan O’Rourke.
Who else can I expect roaming the halls of a Las Vegas courthouse on Black Friday other than Satan in a finely cut suit that looks painted on his broad body?
“Spying on the director won’t earn you that promotion,” Trista, a court reporter and my secret best friend, whispers to me from behind.
“Don’t rat me out to my boss.” I turn away from the glass door that reads Director Daniel Vance: Fraud and Corruption Unit.
“Speaking of rats,” Trista blows long, dark bangs out of her eyes, “got a new scoop for me?”
“Not today.” I can’t give her any hints on the sensitive case I’m dying to work on.
The D.A.’s office is trying to take down the Italian Mafia in Las Vegas. A conviction with my name on it will guarantee me the director’s position when the current one, Daniel, gets promoted.
My reputation as a top corruption prosecutor, however, is taking a hit because the open-and-shut case against a low-level drug dealer with connections to the Irish Mob is about to be dismissed.
Daniel runs the Special Prosecutions division for RICO and Organized Crimes. Even though I’m damn good at what I do, he only gave me a job as a prosecutor because Mom pressured him.
It helped that, as my half-brother, we don’t have the same last name.
“All right, but at least tell me who that is with Director Vance.” Trista’s pleasant breath fans my neck.
“You write for the Las Vegas Legal Times and you don’t know who that is?” I roll my eyes at her over my shoulder.
“I’ll just call him Hottie McHottison in my article.” She shrugs.
“There’re two men in there with Vance. Which one are you calling McHottison?” It’s dumb of me to indulge her when I know I should walk away from this door.
“Oh, snap!” Trista makes a kissy sound. “They’re both gorgeous. Are they brothers?”
“They sure are,” I say with a sigh.
Cormac O’Rourke stands tall with his arms crossed, his lawyer and brother, Eoghan, at his side. Cormac looks rather cocky for a man with a long list of charges against him. The most serious one, violating a remanded rehabilitation in lieu of jail, is my ace in the hole.
As Lead Deputy for the Fraud and Corruption Unit with a solid conviction rate, I felt secure that Director position would be mine once I successfully prosecuted this case. Because this time, I was going to put Cormac behind bars.
But it appears my brother is doing a deal with them behind my back.
Daniel Vance might be able to get over promoting someone who wears a skirt and high heels. But his little sister? He’d rather eat broken glass.
After his parents divorced when he was eight, his mother married my dad. They had me a couple of years later. Daniel is almost a decade older, and has always been a jerk to me. But when I said I wanted to join the D.A.’s office, Mom convinced him to hire me.
He fought her wishes until I promised to stay in my lane.
Prosecuting Cormac O’Rourke, the youngest brother of a savage crime lord in New York, is not just weaving out of my lane, it’s jumping the median and crashing into oncoming traffic.
I’m salivating to go after the Cosa Nostra here in Las Vegas given the evidence an undercover task force has been leaking to me. But I sense from what’s going on behind the glass, the O’Rourke case that was supposed to forge my reputation as a tough crime-fighting prosecutor is being threatened.
Thanks to the defendant’s smug Harvard lawyer brother.
