Ch 5 Las Vegas 소설 & 이야기

Settled in the middle of the fucking desert is a massive gated community - The Vega Pack’s estate. “Welcome to Las Vegas, Konstantin,” Andreas says with a smile after removing the handcuffs. He doesn’t even flinch when he touches the silver, but I can hear and smell his skin burn. Fuck, what are these Lycans made of? We hear a scuffle behind us, and I see Dimitri on the ground with another Vega warrior. I roll my eyes. “Calm the fuck down; we’re okay,” I say as I walk over to him and give him my hand, and he grabs my forearm to heave himself up.

' But that wasn't true. The plane landed on the runway and we were sitting in his stylish red Corvette car, " Where are we? " I asked him. " Welcome to Las Vegas, Love. " He gleefully said as he took my hand and put my hand over his thigh. I felt heat rising through my body. I glanced out of the window. It could see lights and a beautiful view of Las Vegas, "This is known for nightlife and gambling." I said. "Shopping, entertainment and a lot more. This is our favourite destination to spend some vacation," he smirked, moving his hand on the steering wheel.

We are approaching Las Vegas. I immediately sit up straighter. That slight movement apparently wakes Greg up because one eye opens. “You okay?” I turn and grin, “We’re landing.” His sleepy expression disappears instantly. As he sits up and looks out of the window. The desert stretches out beneath us with its warm golds and browns. There are long roads cutting through open lands. And then all I can see are buildings. A city has appeared out of nowhere. Las Vegas. I press my forehead lightly against the window. Las Vegas looks impossible. Like somebody has decided to build an entire city in the middle of nowhere and then make it glow.

"For the next few months, don't contact me unless it's an emergency." His assistant looked surprised. Julian stared out the window. "For the past few years..." His voice softened. "I never made time for her. I want to make up for that." … The plane lifted off from Cascade City. Outside the window, the city grew smaller and smaller until it became nothing more than a cluster of distant lights. Julian lowered his gaze. His fingertips traced the destination printed on his ticket. His voice was barely above a whisper. "Laura..."

No, thank you," I denied. Theon signaled the waiter to close the bill and pack the rest of my dishes to go, insisting on paying. Soon we were walking under the hot snowy sun, my mind still focused on the praise of before. I had felt my mood improve a lot with it and thought of some way to reciprocate. "We can talk about the pension— He commented attracting my attention as we walk back to the apartment — I'd like to be more present than that, but Colorado is a little far from Las Vegas.

Fuck it. Insecure...is that really the word? Business in Las Vegas reminds me of expensive casinos, with rich investors, imposing women. I don't know what the fuck he has with Elena there! -"Vegas is a city for Lamborghini owners" I murmur, and I can't help but smile. I like the car, and even more the function for which it was bought. -"baby" Ethan grabs my chin, and brings my face into his field of vision.

Mandy immediately started speaking, while pointing to a fancy-looking wine bottle with neon green-colored content inside. “So I came here to share with you.” She continued, dragging Sacha to the bar to get glasses while Gavin and Steve followed the girls. “I am not sure about this Mandy,” Sacha first cautiously said while staring at the neon green-colored drink as Mandy handed her a glass. “Where are we,” Mandy first started, “Las Vegas of course,” Sacha replied, almost rolling her eyes at Mandy`s dramatics. Also staring as Mandy offered to Gavin too with Steve already holding his.

And when the next morning came, the day was ripe for the limitless fun people found only in Vegas. Lora Lins got up from her huge bed, in front of a winter fireplace, feeling like the most privileged woman in town for having that vision. Lora put on her fine silk robe and walked out of the room. The sunny morning shimmered outside the apartment, illuminating the sins of Las Vegas, gilding its promiscuous image. The room was filled with large windows, all facing the most desirable part of the city, the Strip.

"Alright, then. Let's go to the nightclub's grand opening," Lara closed her notebook. "I will swing by home and change before." Why would anyone be in Las Vegas if not to indulge in the best the sin city had to offer? What the books recounted, what the movies showed, what people saw... none of it represented Vegas as well as the Casinos, the nightclubs, and the dirty money. The city of sin, indeed, was not for amateurs. A few hours later, the women were leaving Lara's house and heading to the club. They entered, bouncing with excitement. Lara probably hadn't been to a party to dance and drink since she was 14 and running away from her father.