Sin City Baby

“Those as well,” Dylan said. “As the man who runs the Finance Department of this resort, I’ll see to it that each and every one of your guests are treated with the care and respect they deserve.”

“And what about their stay here?” Michael asked.

“I’m sure everyone will enjoy the resort despite not havin’ to attend a weddin’,” Caleb said.

“And we’ll be bookin’ another room for Miss Carr for the night,” Andrew said.

Michael glared at me as the brothers gathered protectively around me. He drew in a deep breath before he turned back to the ballroom, then entered it with his head held high. He clapped his hands together and began his announcement, telling the room there would be no wedding and reassuring everyone that they were welcome to stay and enjoy the facilities.

Then, Wyatt wrapped his arm around my waist and guided me to the elevator.

“Come on. Let’s get you set up somewhere else. You did good, Katie Cat,” he said.

CHAPTER 2

DYLAN

“What the hell do you mean the venue isn’t refundable?”

“I’m sorry, sir. But our policy was clearly outlined in the contract.” I said as I looked Michael straight into his eyes.

“I’m not getting married. This venue cost me ten thousand dollars alone. And you mean to tell me that because my fiancée—”

“Ex-fiancée,” I said with a grin.

“You mean that because Katie fucking Carr ruined this entire thing, that I’m supposed to walk away from ten thousand dollars?” Michael asked.

“Our policy was outlined clearly to you in the contract you signed. Five thousand dollars was a non-refundable deposit, and the other five thousand wasn’t refundable after thirty days,” I said.

“I guarantee you if I look through that fucking contract I won’t see a damn thing like that,” he said.

“You’re welcome to try sir, but I guarantee you, it’s there. However, I have asked every single one of your guests if they wanted their rooms refunded and a credit put toward their airline tickets to get home. Some have taken me up on the offer. Others have not.”

“I’ll take you to fucking court if you think you’re gonna keep ten thousand damn dollars.”

“Then I await the subpoena for court.”

Even though I was keeping my voice steady and eradicating my accent as much as I could to seem professional, I was ready to go to blows. I saw how he’d treated Katie last night.

I saw how he was staring down women as they passed by in their low-cut dresses. I saw how he ignored her and how depressed she looked.

Katie was nothing but radiant in her rehearsal gown. The champagne-colored dress fell over her curves like sunlight pours through the sheer curtains of a window during a sunrise. And a woman who was dressed in such decadence deserved to be treated like the queen she was.

Except all he’d done was ignore her, snuff out her light and rob Katie of the joy I knew she hadn’t felt for a long time. She’d been through so much with the loss of her mother.

She deserved to have the wedding of her dreams.

It wasn’t right. Katie didn’t deserve that,

and I was glad she’d called things off.

I was happy for her, and for selfish reasons of my own.

“It’s that bitch’s fault all this went to hell. You wanna charge someone? Charge her,” Michael said.

This man must have a death wish.

“Language, sir. Some of our guests have sensitive ears.”