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He was smiling, the troubles of earlier momentarily forgotten. After all, what happens in Vegas doesn't always stay in Vegas. Sometimes, it follows you home and changes your life forever. And I couldn't wait to see what the future held.

♡ Leila ♡ I twisted my head toward the front door the second it burst open, my heart slamming into my ribs so hard I thought it might crack them. For one frozen second, I was sure it was them—the same faceless men who’d dragged me out of New York in the dead of night, and dumped me back in Vegas without a single explanation. My mind raced ahead of reality: What if they’d come back? What if they’d changed their minds and decided I knew too much? What if they saw Kayla standing there, wide-eyed and innocent, and decided she was collateral?

And they were the only two that accepted me and the predicament that landed me in front of a gorgeous, chic woman. I swallowed thickly while Sophie scanned over me. She circled me, making little noises, her brow scrunching more than once before she grabbed my hand and dragged me off. “So, what the hell happened here?” she asked. I gave a nervous laugh. “What happens in Vegas doesn’t always stay there.” She put her hand on her hip, the other on the table next to her. “Oh, this I have to hear.” I heaved a sigh before going into our sordid story, starting at the Mirage Starbucks. Sophie simply stared at me when I was done, before stepping away and between some of the clothing racks.

"Oh, no." For a good ten seconds none of them spoke, as they were both just so numb with the horror that lied before them. "That wasn't a killing punch you just delivered, was it?" Kat managed to croak. "Everything happened so fast," Calix replied vaguely. When she glared at him, he hurriedly added, "I will carry him." •‡•‡•‡• The good thing about Vegas cab drivers was the fact that they hardly ask questions, even when their pickup points are far-off construction sites.

Damien asks. "I don't know. But whoever it is knows about our plan." "Could be a trap." "Everything's a trap at this point." I'm already typing back: Where? The response is immediate: The location where this all started. The Venetian. Vegas. Presidential Suite. Come together. You're going to need each other for this. Vegas. Where we first fell in love. Where this whole mess started. Going back there feels like tempting fate. Or maybe like coming full circle.

Honestly, Sasha had no respect for herself… I’m just glad that I didn’t have to comply. I eventually decided to not care about her… Instead, I found a nice seat to relax with my best friend and gaze out onto the city of Vegas. The light of the restaurants, hotels, bars and Casinos resemble the fireworks light at the new year’s eve from my distant view. I couldn’t help but wonder what events were happening within the buildings. Were the people talking, laughing, partying and gambling, or spending time with the one they love.

VEGAS Clara didn't go to the big house or to some friend's house in the condominium. For more than an hour she sat alone in Otávio's kitchen, mulling over the unusual and not at all normal afternoon she had spent. Meeting his mother and hearing all about her past, her son's childhood, the death of his father, had really moved her. The house was silent, Otávio in his office. She took her backpack and went to the guest room. What had Megan told her? That in the Paradise condominium there was no such thing as so and so's house, well, she would sleep right there. Last night had been an intense night, she and her friends had had a lot of fun and the sleep of the day had not erased all the tiredne

“When Leo brought me here, I was terrified.” She glanced over, watching Blaze remain uninterested, eyes glued to the road. She takes the silence as a sign to go on- if he didn’t want her to talk, he would have to tell her that himself. He would have to talk. “Vegas is famous for it’s party scene- drunken weddings, gambling, sex and drugs... I knew I wouldn’t fit in.” She can see the way his brow twitched, wanting to raise. It prompts her to continue her rambling.

She sought help when she lost the baby, and after much suffering, she was now here, helping and supporting others in the same situation. It made me think about how we don't even realize that behind each face, there's a story we can't even imagine. For a city like Vegas, I expected a larger group, but they told me that many people would come for just one day and then disappear, which was quite sad because they later found out that those people were worse off or dead. The temptation that Vegas offered sometimes was too difficult to resist.