Missed Connections Las Vegas Novels & Stories

If nothing else, it will test and prove our devotion to one another and our love. My phone vibrates in my pocket. “Sorry darlin’, I have to check. It’s probably coach or Atlas.” I take it out of my pants pocket and look at the screen. I have several missed calls; how did I miss those? I’ve had the damn thing on vibrate since I got off the jet. Where the fuck are you, Brannigan? We had a press conference for the winners, and you are nowhere to be found. You better not be nursing a fucking hangover under the duvet. That was from my coach.

> **24 Missed Calls: Sarah (Agency Relations)** > **11 Unread Text Messages** > Liam’s throat went dry as sandpaper. He swiped the screen open, his fingers trembling slightly as he read the top message sent exactly seven minutes ago: > *SARAH: Look at the news. Now. Marcus Vance just dropped the second video. The network is calling an emergency review meeting at the TD Garden rink in thirty minutes. If Jaxson isn't there in full gear, the Warriors are scratching him for tonight's game.*

Things spread too quickly; Jessica didn't even have time to intercept the messages from Wendy. In the afternoon, around three o'clock, even Morgan in the South town called Jessica to inquire about Terry's situation. Of course, over on Brice's side, Terry had already called to report his safety. Bennett inquired from various sources and heard that Terry was no longer doing well. Ever since Brice lost money at a Las Vegas casino earlier this year, he has cancelled all his cards and arranged a bunch of training classes for himself. He has to attend so many classes every day just to have a meal.

I asked in a hurry, he looked at me then looked at the scene in front of me, "I'm listening." "I just wanted to tell you I wanted soda water instead of a drink," Vegas' eyes were fixed on the people in front of me. "Soda water, okay I got it, Marissa must be waiting for you," I smiled, I wanted him to leave. "Have we met before?" Vegas asked Ryan. Fuck they did meet that day at the mall. "No, we haven't," Ryan answered with a straight face. What is this? Did Ryan just deny meeting Vegas the other day or was I tripping?

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Every thirty minutes two new guards came out and everyone rotated. The trucks drove right up to the shed. The garage door rolled up and the three trucks all went inside. A few minutes later, two guards came out. I checked my phone for the time, verifying it was the thirty minute guard change. An alert popped up and I saw that I had forty-two missed calls. All were from Griz. Since nothing noteworthy was going on right now, I decided to give him a call. “Kat,” he answered. Then he said nothing. I hated it when he did that. I have no problem sitting in silence, but I’d rather not do it on the phone.

(Three month back) The night club at Los Angeles is filled with energy, the crowd was in full party mode as they danced and laughed together on the crowded floor, it was a masked party. Damian who was on travels, sat in front of the bar desk sipping his drink as he awaited his special guest, Bella. He had seen her just few weeks ago at an event in Danaria but he wasn't able to speak to her, although he was able to get her manager to fill in a word for him and ever since then, they had been chatting online. They were finally going to meet, but not in his Country.

I impatiently asked—my hands on my waist. The agents nervously glanced up at me. It took them a few more seconds of re-checking before they said, “This is a decoded call between Senator Warren Mongarde and Jett Rios on March 27th, 21:00. Mongarde says he needs the votes secured a week before the election proper. Rios responds he’s working on it and that 600,000 votes from Las Vegas is not easy to obtain.” I released the breath I didn’t know I was holding.

I've never imagined my relationship to have any dent in it. To me, Chris was just the man I needed but now I lost him. I cried when the plane took off, I cried when the plane finally left Vegas. "What has happened has happened and it accounts for nothing. Plus, what happened in Vegas stays in Vegas." I consoled myself with a mantra. I lost Chris, goodbye to him. I couldn't care less. He's dead to me. And to Vegas, it was a waste of time and a memorial for heartbreak.

The whiskey had worn off around 4 AM, which meant he'd spent the last four hours sober and aware of exactly what he'd done. The city sprawled beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows like an accusation. All those people living lives that didn't revolve around making mistakes and then paying for them. He finally turned his phone back on. Forty-three missed calls. Thirty-one from Victoria. Twelve from Richard Thompson (his attorney, probably panicking about something). Nothing from Selena. He hadn't actually expected anything from Selena, but the absence of her name still managed to hurt. Victoria's voicemail was predictable: