Ch 5 Las Vegas Novels & Stories

He gets easier to read every day. Lukis starts the Jeep he parked on the side of the street next to the Welcome to Las Vegas sign and pulls out rather than making a U-turn back toward the strip. "I reserved room twenty-nine at the Last Chance." END OF VOLUME FIVE: QUICKEST RISK

Aw, he's meant to be touched, not to be put on a pedestal. Chelsea catches my eye from where she sits at the other side of the VIP area and glares at me, then looks at the phone. It's business, I mouth, and she shakes her head. Yeah, yeah, whatever. I'm supposed to be partying, doing shots off the taut little abdomens of college girls. The phone buzzes again and I click on the text. I'm sure the real thing is getting plenty of touching in Vegas.

This was the third photo I had taken, and I never took photos. “Where are we headed?” She asked as she plopped down in the seat. I shrugged, just driving back toward downtown Vegas. She leaned forward and fiddled with the navigation until we had a destination about an hour away. “Lake Las Vegas, baby! It’s not as cool as the Colorado River but it’s also not as far.” “I’ve never been outside the strip, so anywhere you take me is going to be new.” Evie grimaced. “You’re such a tourist. That’s gross. Haven’t you been on a summer trip to the Grand Canyon ever?”

You'd think it was she was the daughter sometimes instead of me. She stills, looking at me with rage in her eyes, as she's scrambling eggs over the stove. Taking a steady breath before we go into all out war, I make my way through the rest of the house trying to find clothes to wear. I know how I can make some extra money tonight. The strip will be packed it's Friday in Vegas, and people will be out, drinking, gambling, hot and ready to know what their future will hold. The Vegas strip was just 20 minutes from her hometown of Blackwater Heights.

The way every minute detail was organized betrayed her obsession. - "You did a good job, congratulations. A cocktail party is the best way to celebrate, but I won't be there. Today is my last day in Las Vegas" The truth was, he didn't usually work in Vegas. His real function was performed in New York. Evans was in Sin City solely for a sinfully beautiful redhead he couldn't quite erase from his thoughts. He wanted to see Lora, but knew he'd have to see Michele first, for politeness' sake. It would be unkind of you to visit the house and ignore the host.

By 11:45 a.m., Las Vegas was already shimmering with dry, relentless heat — the kind that clung to your skin and made every breath feel slightly heavier. Sebastian stepped out of the black town car and into the glossy, tinted-glass lobby of the Mason Equity Group — Nevada Division, briefcase in one hand, suit crisp, expression unreadable. The receptionist — a young man with a slightly panicked smile — jumped to his feet. “Mr. Mason! We weren’t expecting — I mean, of course, we’re honored. Ms. Vega is upstairs. I’ll just —”

'Listen to me Cam, you should also feel guilty about keeping me in the dark all this while and letting me take care of your god-children alone' she paused to look at me for a moment, as if to let her words sink in. 'Now go say your goodbyes, we're going to Vegas tonight' she winked at me and got up to leave immediately before I could say no, signaling that she will be waiting in the car. Vegas, the last place I want to be right no given my emotional state – and my sexual state as well. Common, Vegas is the secret club for every dark business and that place was definitely the home for every sex starved person in new York. The real Las Vegas had nothing on it, it was a standing enigma of it ow

He said lightly, “Dale, you did a good job. This is a reward for you. “After it’s all said and done, I’ll give you an even bigger reward!” Dale picked up all the chips worth tens of thousands of dollars on the ground with a shy look on his face. He then nodded and said, “Third Young Master, don’t worry. This is Las Vegas. Are there any women that you can’t handle? Are there any things that you can’t do? “Everyone here has to show you at least some respect! “The Hamiltons are the kings of Las Vegas!” Denver laughed. If everyone were as sensible as Dale when they were in Las Vegas, then he would not need to save a lot of effort and avoid hassle at many times.

My mother asks and Hunter shrugs. “ It seems like he is eager to expand to Vegas.” I mean, who wouldn't? The business of mafioso strives in Las Vegas. Sex, drugs and weapon trafficking has its biggest base in that city. While Chicago is convenient for business growth, you have to be patient to build an empires.Vegas earns you a quick buck. That's why we have more cartels in Vegas than in Chicago. “ He is one greedy bastard. He is controlling more than half the city here and still wants more.” My mother snickers.

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.