His Kingdom

<p><strong style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Louie</strong></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>My mother taught me one valuable lesson that I've used to get to where I am today. And</span></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>where am I? Las Vegas.</span></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Who am I? Well that depends on who you are. To some I'm the king. The judge juror and</span></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>executioner. To others I'm just another rich asshole who owns a few casinos.</span></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>But I own more than that. I own the strip and the streets surrounding it. I own this city and</span></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>it'll have to be wretched from my cold dead hands before I hand it over to anyone else.</span></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>When I spot her I don't sense the desperation that wafts off the usual crowd. No she has a</span></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>loneliness that rivals my own a sadness that I want to soak in and a body made to sin with.</span></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>What was that lesson my mother taught me? Trust no one. The thing is Charlotte is taking a</span></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>wrecking ball to that lesson because every fiber of my being wants to trust this woman.</span></p><p></p><p><strong style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Charlotte</strong></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>When you don't want to be seen find a crowded place and blend in.</span></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>That's exactly why I came to Vegas. To not be seen. I figured with all the flashing lights</span></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>alcohol drugs people... no one would notice me.</span></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>But he did. And I don't know how to get him to unsee me. Or if I even want him to.</span></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>This city was supposed to be my sanctuary a place to forget who I am. Or should I say who I</span></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>was? A place to let go of the past. A place no one would ever think to look for me.</span></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>It was supposed to be just one weekend. But now I think it might be so much more...</span></p><p></p>