What Happened In Vegas Novels & Stories

We’d only just started. “Are you leaving?” I asked. “There’s something I needed to check.” Dylan threw a fifty down on the table. That would more than cover whatever Hazel wanted to order, as well as be a nice tip for the poor waitress. Hazel’s eyes were wide with confusion. I couldn’t explain yet. Not until I was sure. And even then… The date… It looked so familiar. Two people, married, but uncertain to who… They were both in Vegas… And this date. Was it the same?

They had just returned from a trip to Vegas, and their excitement was palpable. "Evelyn!" Sia exclaimed, rushing over to give her a hug. "I've missed you so much! You won't believe the stories we have from Vegas." Jack followed, his grin wide. "It was a wild trip. We saw so much and did so many crazy things." Evelyn's mood lifted as they sat down, eager to hear about their adventures. Sia launched into a lively recounting of their trip, describing the dazzling lights of the Strip, the shows they attended, and the people they met.

Not publicly, and not this close to an election year. It was almost guaranteed that Vladimir would use this meeting as an opportunity to strike. One wrong move and we’d plaster his face across every media outlet. Las Vegas was one of those areas the humans refused to allow werewolves to infiltrate. Not that many of us were interested in trying. Concrete jungles paled in comparison to the freedom of the real thing. Vegas was officially declared neutral ground thirteen years into Luna Lilac’s rule.

“Vegas, isn’t it?” They slid into the booth and started talking. I wasn’t listening to the words. I just needed noise. Something to drown the thoughts. We drank. More than we should have. I didn’t ask for names. They didn’t either. Somewhere between laughing too hard and the floor tilting beneath me, I felt a hand brush mine. Warm. Gentle. Not urgent. Just there. I didn’t pull away. Instead, I grabbed his hand and led him to the dance floor. We danced, but I didn't know what came over me; maybe it was the drink, but I was pressing my ass on his dick as I danced. Maybe it has to do with "what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas." He was hard, and I turned and laughed at him. "Trouble," he said an

It meant facing the Alpha who had just told him it was over before planning a move across the country. "Please," Derek urged. "I’ll get the VIP seats for you and Camila. I just... I can't do this alone." "I'll think about it," Isaac said, though deep down, the pull of the pack was already winning. Capital Ice Dome – Washington, D.C. Santiago Vega paced the length of his private suite, his claws digging into his palms. The flight back from San Antonio had been a blur of regret and adrenaline. He had done the right thing by Derek, but he had left his own heart in a salon in Texas.

Just let me go home. “We'll deal with this in the car. Move it, Missy.” He strides ahead and I scurry after him, brain all mushy. Everything is happening so fast. “Where are we going?” He holds the door for me, eyes glinting. “Vegas.” Sin city. Where angels go to rot. Where I will make the worst decision of my life and not think twice about it. Fuck, this shit just got real.

Goldie drove the van away and Cutter, Clutch, Wolf, Cricket, Hatch, and I stood in silence where this had all started for me. We would soon turn Phil’s Garage into our mechanic’s program teaching facility; the first of three. Los Psychos decided immediately that war with us wasn’t profitable, and moved the Portland chapter to Vegas, where Viper was promptly knifed to death by a stripper, who turned out to be Loro’s little sister. I swear to God, you can’t make this shit up.

It didn't phase Vicki at all. The only reaction Vicki had was to say, "What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas, right?" I grinned and replied, "That's right, baby. It's our last night so let's make the best of it." We got drunk at dinner and even discussed getting a quick Vegas wedding with Elvis officiating but we both knew our families would never speak to us again. It was fun to consider it though. As we were walking down the strip, or should I say staggering, Vick mentioned the constant flow of advertising trucks for the various strip clubs in town.

Alexander's Pov Vegas. The city was already buzzing in my veins before we even left the arena. Guys were hyped, coaches wired, the whole locker room pulsing with a restless energy. Road trips always brought it out of us, but Vegas? Vegas turned everything into excess — too bright, too loud, too much. And for me, too dangerous. I pulled my hoodie tighter as I sat on the bench in the corner, rolling my shoulder and testing my leg. It was holding. Barely. The ache was there, a reminder of how close I’d come to losing it all.

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