Leaving Las Vegas Novels & Stories

The carefree laughter and shared adventures marked a stark departure from the meticulously planned events of their first visit. The next day, they explored the natural wonders surrounding Las Vegas, venturing beyond the glittering lights of the Strip. A scenic drive led them to the breathtaking Red Rock Canyon, where towering red sandstone formations created a striking contrast against the azure sky. They hiked along scenic trails, basking in the serenity of the desert landscape.

It was only natural that he'd start getting overconfident and eventually face a big fall. Before he left, he came to find me. Like the first time we met, I stood on the marble steps and looked down at him. He stood below, awkward and stiff. "I'm heading to Oakheart. I might be there for a long time. Is this my way of atoning?" "It's not," I replied coolly. "Your wrong decisions led to this. It has nothing to do with me." I turned away without waiting for his response. Sienna was going with him to the south. She had no family or friends in Riverhaven. I was the only person seeing her off.

You always manage to make even farewells sound lovely. Studying her, he ran his finger over her lips. "Everything you say seems like an excuse to stay." Both were silent for a long time. Below them, the city started to come alive with the faint sound of early morning music from the Vegas Strip and the gentle hum of traffic. He finally turned to leave, but stopped. He remarked, "You'll return to Vegas someday." Search for the rooftop garden when you get there. I'll be here waiting. Ivy blinked away her chest pain. "What if I don't?"

And to Vegas, it was a waste of time and a memorial for heartbreak. I was heartbroken, the tears wouldn't stop flowing, It flowed down to my lips and I could taste its saltiness. I was ready to move on. Fuck Chris and his bitches, fuck Las Vegas and its picturesque views. New York, here I come.

"You guys aren't getting married." I frowned. "Why am I doing this?" He scratched his head nervously. "Because they threatened to fire me if you didn't." I glared at him, "What about grandma?" He grinned, "I told her you're leaving the city for a job in another city. You'll just have to convince her." "But we're in the same place?" He shook his head, "You guys will be going back to Las Vegas, tomorrow. That's where they live and are famous there."

Cecilia argues. Jessica explains everything and I tune them out. “You okay?” Leo mouths. I get up and sit next to him. “I don’t know. Are you okay?” That was a lie, I was worried about Vaughn. He shrugs, “I needed to fill the time and this works.” “I know you plan on disappearing soon, do you have a place in mind?” He sucks on his teeth. “Las Vegas.” I roll my eyes. The lie was way too obvious. “Wherever you end up, whatever you do. Don't forget to reach out to me.”

"Since you've called it a misunderstanding, we won't dwell on it." Kerwin smiled. "Even so, where I come from, mistakes must be corrected. I'm here to make amends--for nearly making a very serious one." He stepped inside before she could stop him. Uneasy, Cecilia said, "That incident is already over." He glanced around the suite. "Nice place. Since you're willing to let it go, I'd like to invite you and Liam to stay in Las Vegas a few more days. This is a resort city, after all. Plenty to see--no less impressive than New York."

The Gambinos' special encrypted communication device hummed, and I heard Luca sighing in exasperation. "I've told the hospital to resume our mother's treatment, so behave and stop lying just to hoard money. I know it's difficult with your humble roots, but our treasury is not yours to siphon off." Even as I listened, I was staring at my mother's lifeless body, covered under a white cloth. "Yeah," I replied shortly, and put away the communication device to sign the divorce papers.

"I love you, Sugar Lips. Let's get the hell out of here." I've learned that where Lukis goes, I follow, so without another question, I take his offered hand and walk away, leaving the Las Vegas strip. "Are we staying on the strip tonight?" I ask, closing the door to the Jeep. This is a great way for me to decide whether Lukis had this planned. If we end up in a rinky-dink motel for the night, it was definitely a second thought. If we end up some place nice, he's been planning this. He gets easier to read every day.

“You made coffee?” He handed me a mug. “I’m full of surprises.” I took it, still half-asleep. “What’s the catch?” He grinned. “We’re leaving.” “Leaving where?” “LA.” I choked on the sip I’d just taken. “What?” “Just for the day,” he said casually, setting his mug down. “You, me, my car. No schedule, no drama, no paparazzi. You in?” I blinked at him. “Are you serious?”