What Happened In Vegas Book Novels & Stories

desire, and also his nervousness about it. His name was Reggie; he had been born in Indiana, but had grown up in Jamaica. His folks managed a beach resort there until hurricane Ivan wiped it out in 2004. Reggie was 15 when they came back to the states and settled in Las Vegas. Reggie was completing college and working as a valet parking-attendant at one of the casinos when he was "discovered" by one of Fantasy's founding partners during a trip to the men's room. An accidental glance while standing at the urinals garnered the reaction, "Holy shit!" The man gave Reggie his card, and told him to drop by the office if he was "... looking to put that thing to work."

It looks impossible that all of that noise and movement exists while our room feels so calm. I turn to Greg as he lies on the bed staring at the ceiling. I smile, “You hungry?” He turns his head to look at me, “Always.” That’s a reasonable answer. Five minutes later, we are scrolling through the room service menu. Which somehow feels more exciting than it probably should do. Everything sounds so good I am willing to try anything and everything. Eventually we settle on a completely sensible selection as we order far too much food. We order a burger each, fries to share, some chicken strips, and dessert because apparently being in Vegas means rules no longer exist. About forty minutes later, t

"At first, I wasn't sure about the deal. Venturing into a new city isn't something many would dare to do. This is Vegas we are talking about. I didn't think I was ready. That's until the Russians started snooping their nose into my business. I realized that I need to grow my empire and ensure that no one fucks with me. “

In reality, the matter had been causing an uproar around Las Vegas for the past couple of days. But since Harvey was so preoccupied with Hong Kong, he did not realize that Las Vegas had been in utter chaos. Harvey fiddled with his phone and poured himself a cup of tea. “Let’s not talk about who the person is. Did he win every single match against your family? Those are some insane odds, don’t you think? “Even the legendary Gambling Saint doesn’t have good odds like that, right? “Are there any signs of cheating?” Harvey did not believe that someone would be this lucky unless they cheated.

Alex’s POV I hate Vegas but somehow I am always in the heart of the city for one business meeting or the other. The thing about Vegas is, it always smells like desperation. Cheap perfume, stale whiskey, and the electric hum of bad decisions waiting to happen. I should be used to it by now, from the relentless noise, the synthetic glitz, the way time folds in on itself when you’re drowning in too many flashing lights down to the hollow promises. But here I am again, standing in a room full of overeager tech bros and recycled sales pitches, nursing a drink I don’t want and counting the hours until I can get the hell out of here. All while keeping a neutral face of course

Especially a gambler who had hit men after him. I got caught up in a whirlwind fantasy with a man who was more interested in gambling than having a life with me. Reno Valenzuela had broken my heart. -- I hadn’t showered in three days. I felt gross and disgusting even though I had on an amazing dress from when I thought I was getting engaged. I only got to use the bathroom twice a day and I was supervised. I did get to see Hobbs. He was locked in the room next to me. It was horrible seeing the disappointment in his eyes as we talked about what Reno had done to us.

The chances of finding him here seems very rare. After we miraculously escaped Escobar Scuderi and his psychotic tendencies, I took Vanessa back home with me…to find my parents dead. Burnt to ashes. We did not waste up to an hour there. I picked up my little sister, and we spent our last money on bus tickets to New York City. Pain twists my heart. There's nothing for me in Vegas. I might never go back. The security man finally pulls open a door and we both step in. It reveals some kind of tastefully furnished, wood paneled office.

And perhaps that was the greatest Vegas miracle of all. THE END

It felt like some sort of lively after-party. It had been a successful event. Maybe too successful. It was going to take a while before all of Vegas would forget that day. For the first time, what happened in Vegas wasn't going to stay in Vegas. I didn't want to go online as I knew what exactly I would see there— my brother and his wife would be there to intimidate me. I walked around with a glass of wine in my hand as my eyes caught sight of a familiar figure that I just wouldn't be able to overlook. I walked over to where she stood all alone with her back turned on me and the rest of the party.

Valerie: “Why did you choose Vegas anyway?” I asked, shaking my head at the Alpha. “And don’t tell me that it simply happened because you tried your best destination. I think that there are more places that are way safer than Vegas.” “I have a few friends and allies that I am meeting there. Plus, there are a few things that I have to deal with. Vegas, no matter the lights and different packs and gangs that you find there, is a neutral city. There are ‘safe grounds’ and most tend to avoid misunderstandings as it is the land of business and poker.” He said, explaining the situation. I nodded and looked at the man for a second before raising an eyebrow.