Que Paso En Las Vegas Novels & Stories

You'd think it was she was the daughter sometimes instead of me. She stills, looking at me with rage in her eyes, as she's scrambling eggs over the stove. Taking a steady breath before we go into all out war, I make my way through the rest of the house trying to find clothes to wear. I know how I can make some extra money tonight. The strip will be packed it's Friday in Vegas, and people will be out, drinking, gambling, hot and ready to know what their future will hold. The Vegas strip was just 20 minutes from her hometown of Blackwater Heights.

It was only one step that counted in such odds as this, and it was Forward. “We will begin the bidding with beautiful, elegant Lot number 84” Vegas bellowed, gesturing dramatically as I mounted the auction block. As I stood on the auction block, I couldn't help but feel a sense of dread wash over me. Vegas's voice echoed through the dimly lit room,

I look around at everyone as they practice the move. Several wolves struggle with it at first and I walk through the crowd correcting hand placement and angles before returning to Vegas. “Good again.” Vegas grabs my wrist again. I break free again. Several pack members nod in understanding. This time more of them get it immediately and a few of the women grin when they successfully break free from their partners. “Next move.” I gesture for Vegas to come at me, this time he grabs both my shoulders. “Okay now let’s say someone gets close enough to grab you.”