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He groans dramatically. I climb out of bed before he can drag me back in and pad into the bathroom, turning the shower on and waiting for the water to warm. The apartment feels strange this early. Quiet. Like the whole building is asleep except for us. I catch sight of myself in the mirror and grin. I can’t believe I am going to Vegas. I still can’t quite believe we are actually doing this. In all honesty, I thought the first time I would be travelling to Vegas is to attend Cora’s wedding after she gets drunk on the strip and marries the guy she’s hooking up with for the night.

“Vogue Casino.” In the driving mirror, I saw his eyes fall on me, and he made a disapproving face, yet he didn’t argue and simply drove the car out of the compound. It was pretty common knowledge that Vogue Casino was a Red Mafia hotspot, even though it wasn’t on the Southside. “We are going to Vogue Casino? Don’t the Red Mafia go there?” Tabitha’s head turned, and she looked at me with wide questioning eyes. My eyes narrowed on her. “How do you know that the Red Mafia go there?” I asked. The driver was just as curious as I was, and I saw his gaze fix on her in the driving mirror.

I turn to Christian, already fed up with the silence and suspense. "Vegas?" "Vegas." "Christian!" "You held on throughout the plane ride here. You can wait another hour." I turn away from him, annoyed, but the sights quickly distract me. I've never been to Vegas before and it's beautiful. And blindingly bright, even at a quarter past eleven. We're probably here for an event. I tell myself. All that talk about me being the center of whatever this entails is just Christian's humor. I keep chanting those words until the car comes to a halt, and I look out of the window on his side only to see a small old church. My eyes widen as they meet his relaxed ones. What the hell is happening?

"Oh, no." For a good ten seconds none of them spoke, as they were both just so numb with the horror that lied before them. "That wasn't a killing punch you just delivered, was it?" Kat managed to croak. "Everything happened so fast," Calix replied vaguely. When she glared at him, he hurriedly added, "I will carry him." •‡•‡•‡• The good thing about Vegas cab drivers was the fact that they hardly ask questions, even when their pickup points are far-off construction sites.

I couldn't stop noticing things. The way his shoulders filled the hoodie The way his tattoos disappeared beneath the sleeves of his hoodie. The way he stood completely relaxed despite being surrounded by people.Like nothing in this room could possibly threaten him. Worst, like he'd known this moment would happen. His fingers slid one of my books across the table. "Sign it." The command caught me off guard. I looked down at the cover My heart did a terrible flip. Of all the books I'd written after Vegas, this was the one I never wanted in his hands.Well, plenty of them had come after Vegas, but this one,this one wasn't supposed to be sitting in his hands.

“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

Well, it was different for me. Nothing was stopping me from leaving Utah, except, of course for Mr. Jonah. My parents knew that I always wanted my own freedom, so it wouldn't be a shock to them. They might grumble and complain for a few days, then get sucked into work that they'll forget I even mentioned Vegas. Just as I suspected, I checked my email and found the admission letter for Vegas in my spam folder. Mona found hers there as well. We should be celebrating our success at achieving our goal and looking forward to our Vegas dream, but instead of popping a bottle of champagne and dancing to hip-hop on the stereo, we were both moody and devastated.

There was no pulse. My throat closed and for a second, I couldn’t move. This was my fault. I’d walk away when he needed me. I’d left the club divided. And now it was burning. The sirens approached and the tires screeched outside the gates. Voices shouted my name. “Ash Vega! Step away!” Flashlights cut through the smoke and cops poured in, guns drawn and shouting orders. “Hands where we can see them!” I froze, still kneeling beside Griff’s body, blood on my hands, fire behind me and betrayal burning in my chest. One of them stepped forward. “He’s got blood all over him!”

“By the way, I almost forgot, you still haven’t answered my question earlier. Do you want to have sex with me, Evelyn?” He leaned back in his seat just in time for the wheels of the jet hit the land. A ghost of a smile appeared on his lips as my mouth dropped in disbelief at what he had just said. And finally, we were now in Vegas.

My dick rose to half-fucking mast. I swallowed hard and then began scrubbing my skin until it was raw. Perhaps, I stayed under the water too long, long enough for my fingers to become pruned and my skin burned, but at least, I felt clean and my thoughts had settled into something I could manage. It was fine. Last night was…nothing. Just a mistake. A lapse in judgment and a ‘we don’t talk about Bruno’ situation. It would never leave the four walls of this hotel. What’s that saying? Whatever happens in Vegas…dies in Vegas.