No one understood the sacrifices that a life amongst the privileged and elite of North Las vegas demanded better than he and his wife. They had watched hierarchies fall, succumbing to the pressure that was put on them by those in power and squandering away the money that they had spent their lives saving. The City of Sin was so much more than that; it sucked people in with promises of wealth, power and glory and then spit them back out battered, bruised and broke. It tore families and relationships apart with an unmitigated vengeance, wickedly smiling at the carnage that remained in its wake. Yet, this was the life that they had chosen; the life that they had spent their fortunes on when Las Vegas was still very much a fledgling city, being built from the gritty desert sand into a thriving metropolis. It was there, nestled amongst the buildings of concrete and steel, that their life's work stood.
The Den of Sin was a premiere Las Vegas Hotel and Casino situated at the center of the world famous Las vegas strip. It’s location beside the Bellagio Hotel generated a daily draw numbering in the tens of thousands of both natives and tourists alike. They catered to the rich, famous and to those that dreamt of being both so long as they had enough money to cover their extravagant tendencies.
Having taken their cues from the infamous Bugsy Siegel, the owners of the prestigious – though inelegantly named – Den of Sin wove into their establishment an air of superiority the likes of which no other Las Vegas hotel could claim. It was there that the celebrities, celebutantes and socialites chose to party, regaling the guests with stories of fame and fortune amidst a steady flow of drinks and h’our dourves. Unbeknown to most, though, The Den of Sin also housed some of the cities most immoral and dangerous. The mob families that could claim responsibility for the rise of the luster and shine that Las Vegas was known for, the show girls that had started off with bright dreams and even brighter smiles that had been replaced by a newer, younger breed of women, the bartenders and cocktail waitresses that had seen and heard it all within the confines of their chosen occupations. It was not a place for the weak of mind or heart. It was – and is – a life of glitz and glam merged with mob bosses, murder and mayhem. No one here is who they appear to be s be careful who you trust; not everyone has the best of intentions. Enter if you dare but, remember, what happens in Vegas – beneath the myriad of tacky and garish neon lights that litter the strip – stays in Vegas.
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