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Vegas looked at me, “It doesn't matter, you will remember everything when the time is right.” Vegas parked his car in a place I assumed to be his house and we entered inside. “I just wanted you to be free, it looked like you had been locked up,” Vegas turned on the TV and put on kdrama. “Thanks,” it suddenly crossed my mind so I asked, “How was I your lover?” Vegas smiled, “That's not the question I was expecting, I was expecting something Like, please can I have your phone? Please can you put it on the news channel? But you are asking me about what I said?”

he urges. Nervous excitement courses through me as I step out of the sleek black SUV onto the sunlit pavement. Inhaling the fresh air, I relish the warmth of the Vegas sun on my skin. The transition from the dimly lit estate to the vibrant outdoors is almost overwhelming. I make a silent vow not to take this freedom for granted again.

"What about Vegas? Did you get to see the sights? Meet any interesting people?" I fiddled with the edge of her blanket. "Not really. Mostly stuck in meetings about the new development project. Spreadsheets and blueprints don't leave much time for fun." "Oh, come on," Hazel groaned. "You were in Sin City, and all you did was work?" I smiled, remembering the casino floor. "I did try my hand at blackjack. Actually, won a decent amount." I twisted a strand of hair around my finger, hoping they wouldn't press for details about exactly how much - or who taught me.

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

with Seth and Pax standing over me. When the results pop up, I can only shake my head. “What’s a brothhhhh llllll brooo hell? Brottth…” Hannah trails off, and I didn’t even realize she was looking at the screen too. “It’s a casino and brothel, in Nevada,” Pax says, reading some more. Hannah scoffs and turns, merely an inch from my face. “Well that’s just fucking typical,” Hannah whispers.

This was the way things were always meant to be. According to mom, she and dad have had beginner's luck when it comes to gambling and making the big bucks, and the following week of their stay in the hotel they chose is now free of charge. I can't wait to get to Vegas and try my hand at a bit of gambling after Emberly, and I are married, of course. Emberly and I have checked out the numerous events during our two-week stay, though, so there won't be much time for gambling, but still. It also helps that we are both twenty-one now, so wine and beer will not be a problem.

Malfoy Zacob had flown to Las Vegas, stayed for a night, and returned the next day after completing his job. Las Vegas was known as the ‘Entertainment Capital of the World,’ and everyone wanted a piece of it. More than anything, casinos flourished over here. Levian, who knew the potential of businesses in this city, had maintained good networking with people here, owning the majority of shares in important shopping malls and casinos.

Monalisa POV. Awesome! I was having a great night. Ethan took me to a nice bar in the heart of the city. One of the Cosmopolitan of Las Vegas, MGM Resorts. We stayed in their BetMGM Sportsbook and lounge. It was a beautiful place. Not too luxurious and not too small-scale. Right in the middle where the food and drinks were affordable for everyone. The entertainment was insane. It mainly anchored a sports bar & lounge, it also had LED video walls, dozens of TV screens, and 23 video poker machines.

Book 2: Unraveled, 7 Deadly Sins: Gluttony Montana I hate Las Vegas, and I hate girls’ trips. How stupid must I be? “Let’s fly to Vegas for two days. It’ll be fun! Just us girls shopping, eating, gambling, and dancing.” I spoke those words. How innocent I thought their meaning to be. Our other girls’ trips were fun. We let loose, we partied, and we returned to Iowa prepared to resume our daily lives.

I was excited about going to Vegas. The first step of doing what I want and not letting anyone influence me or tell me otherwise. That's what I loved about Elijah, he supported every shitty decision I made. Even though he was right and I was probably in no state to be going to a nightclub, I just wanted to experience the freedom and wild lifestyle that came with Elijah. I wanted to go to a club and have a wild night, get drunk and stumble around on the dancefloor because I deserved to live my life.