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"What is it to you if I return or not? Last I checked, you wanted me dead." "I...didn't," Vegas whispered, but his body had already betrayed him. Cealan stepped closer, his breath heavy. "You forget I know you too well, Vegas," he whispered. The words drilled down like cold water. "Every time you lie...your eyes flicker. Not long, but quick enough not to go unnoticed." Vegas' breath hitched, his hands trembling. "He...he saved your legs," he said. "Yes...the same legs you crippled." "I didn't...I swear it was an accident. I know last time it was my fault, but no, your legs...Caelan, I did not plan it."

“So everything’s sorted with the Mexicans?” “Didn’t know you were interested,” James said with a chuckle. “I’m not that interested,” William said coolly. “But then again, one needs to keep his ear to the ground.” James nodded, understanding what William meant. Their businesses relied solely on information, and to keep oneself in the know was the only way to survive in this cutthroat world. “All sorted,” James said. “For now at least. Who the fuck knows when they’ll spring up again?” It was a fact that drug dealing, prostitution, and kidnapping was booming in Vegas. No matter how many had been shut down, another would just spring up once again, like fucking dandelions.

He finished, spewing venom. In minutes I had figured out the kind of person Vegas was. He was the kind of person who despite the elegance of the mistake made, would beckon to hell instead and further damn the consequences, they were always right and never at fault. I despised the likes of Vegas, I was in no room to be picky at the personalities of the men I had come across while being held captive, because they were all the same. But I'd have to owe my being alive to Vegas's attitude and to Fate. I had escaped the claws of death twice, the third time might not be so certain.

"I knew what this was. A business deal. Stability for the baby. That's all I signed up for." "You signed up for more than that in Vegas." "Vegas was tequila and bad decisions." "Vegas was also real, and you know it." Sophie's voice softened. "I heard how you talked about him on the phone after. That wasn't just tequila." I didn't answer that. "Call me later," she said. "I want updates." "There won't be much to report." "Call me anyway." I hung up and sat in the silence of a room too big for one person.

The whole trip to Vegas and the partying we did when we got to Vegas was a lost memory. Now that I knew that I had the freedom to do whatever I wanted, I took full advantage of not being guilted into not living my life, and did just that- live my life in a very questionable manner. I drank a few of the beers that Stanley had spiked and that’s what caused everything to be a blackout. I didn’t really care for my health or that what I was doing was dangerous, I just wanted to live it up and live it up is what I assumed I did.

Navy took her seat on the airplane, economy this time. This trip to Las Vegas wasn’t on the dime of ‘VH Holdings’. And she was alone… without him. That was the difference. Well, that and the fact that she had only purchased a one-way ticket. Once again, she was sitting on a plane… She looked outside the window and tried to stay calm since flying was still terrifying. She fastened her seatbelt and closed her eyes. Navy recalled her first trip to Vegas, she recalled Victor and the way he helped her, his voice so soothing…

We landed in Vagas and went to our hotel to get settled before the fun started. We gam*led, drank, and danced for hours on end. Vegas has no knowledge of time or just how many Elvis impersonators are too much but they do know how to party. Domenic and I never let go of each other, his arms were around me the whole time and I felt safe. I didn't think about the cafe, or the threats, just us and the happiness we deserved. We all stayed together but at some point in the night I went to the bathroom and lost my way back, I tried to concentrate but my mind began to be cloudy. I managed to get out of the long hallway and slowly made my way to the reception when I spotted Domenic.

I grumbled at the bemused Heath. “Sorry,” he says with a chuckle, “I didn’t feel the cars stop, my bad.” “Wow, this is not a way to start my Vegas trip.” “You know what they say, what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas,” the driver said, chuckling, I want to punch this person right now. “You better not be seeing what is happening back here,” Heath’s mood quickly switched from a giggly happy man to a possessive man. “I can’t see anything from here sir, I promise.”

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.

And as Vegas pulsed around us with its promise that anything could happen, that reinvention was always possible, that sometimes the best stories started with the worst nights, I knew we were exactly where we belonged. Together. Finally, completely, ridiculously together.