Missed Connections Las Vegas の小説・ストーリー

Only thirty minutes had passed, yet it felt like hours. My stomach lurched. I can't be trapped here for long. Exhaling shakily, I searched for Maverick’s contact. He was the only one I could call. My only real friend. The phone rang. Once. Twice. No answer. I tried again. Nothing. He was on shift—probably busy. My breath hitched as I checked my internet connection. There was no service. If I was unfortunate to get out of here before the game, I would miss it.

Why? The back of my eyes started to warm, but I held back my tears. Not here. Not in front of this old man. I suddenly miss Damon. How can I contact him? He doesn't have any social media accounts. The only way to hear his voice was the telephone number of his company in L.A. I sit on the floor since there's no extra chair for a visitor like me. We all know that the Laverde clan doesn't get along well with the Carters, except Uncle Adam and granduncle Alfred.

“I don’t think the three of us harbor any misconceptions in that regard.” Andrew’s piercing gaze fixed on the younger financer. “Be that as it may, Justin, I’d prefer none of us is burning social or political bridges before everything we’re negotiating is secure.” Chagrined, Mr. Mitchell nodded. “Yes. Of course.” “You said there were two routes opened through LA. San Diegan and what’s the other?” “Oh, yes.” Thus prompted Mr. Mitchell flipped through his paperwork again. “Sunset Limited. Tri-weekly to New Orleans.”

The money's almost secondary—the connections you'd need to even get a chance are insane. Angie's eyes lit up instantly. If her restaurant could get an ad during Dreamscape's next concert, there would probably be long lines from people all over the country at her stores. "I get it now, Lindsay. Thanks for introducing me to this golden ticket." They both marveled at how their unspoken dreams were realized by a delivery man. If they told anyone, no one would believe it. … Felix had arrived at an abandoned building in Kashmere. The headquarters team had blocked off the area, with Marley present.

Far from the noise, it felt like stepping through time—every mile quiet, unpredictable. Mountains, lakes, oceans, old ruins, crowded cities—they all stuck with me. And somewhere along the way, I met Mira Mendoza. Gentle. Strong. Like morning light. Her smile hit like a warm spring breeze, clearing out the last of the gloom in me. She was sharp. Effortless. I was all in before I knew it. I knew—she was the one I wanted for the rest of my life. *** I flew back. I missed home—and I already missed Mira.

She turned around and walked away from me like a prisoner going to the electric chair. "Miss, may I call a car for you?" The man gave a gentle bow as he spoke to me. "Yes, please," I said quietly. Like magic, a black town car pulled through the valet entrance. The man opened a door for me, and I stepped inside. Luca Moretti was everywhere in Las Vegas. He owned the valet systems. He owned the cab drivers. Who else reported to the king of Las Vegas? I let the driver know where I was going and sat in the back waiting to arrive. I didn't text Ken to confirm our meeting; I needed to trust he would be there.

If I was taking my gun, that meant one more person wasn't going to be staying on this earth. --- Chapter 8 KNOX The night was young as I sat in a VIP booth in, Angel Eyes, a new club that had just opened in Las Vegas, by myself. The man I was supposed to be meeting hadn't shown up yet. Which pissed me off. If I was going to come all the way to Las Vegas, he needed to be on time. A new group of people walked into the club. The two women were hot, but they had guys with them.

I shook my head, “There was nothing to forgive. We’re all good.” I sat back as everyone started talking about this weekend and I pulled my phone from my pants pocket. I started searching for wedding venues in Las Vegas. I was so engrossed in the search that I heard nothing around me. When my eyes finally landed on the perfect one I nearly yelled, “Found it! Now I just need to know if they are still open!”

“Have Hazel and Lena arrived?” “I’ll check.” I left the conference room to call Hazel, but the call didn’t go through. What was she up to? Why wasn’t she taking my call? Was she busy driving? I tried to connect to her through the mind-link after years. There was a time when I used to mind link with her regularly. But in the last few years, we had lost the connection. Would she block me? But the connection was established to my immense relief. ‘Where are you, Hazel? I’m trying to connect with you. We’re waiting for you here at the packhouse. When will you reach here?’

Tears build in my eyes. “This is a trick! My guys would never do this to me!” I cried out, wiping away the tears, “besides, this could’ve been taken anytime. I don’t expect them to have been saints before we met.” I feel Asmodeus cup my face gently, “Rose, this was taken earlier tonight. While you are missing, they are enjoying the pleasures that Las Vegas offers.” I still don’t quite believe him. “They probably found out that I’m here in Las Vegas. They’re obviously on the right track.”