Vegas Revenge Wedding (Nevada Bad Boys 2)

“I can’t help but ask. You need to give it a shot. It isn’t as bad as it was when we were kids.” My brother loved to use every opportunity to bring up religion. “They’re even cool if you wear jeans.”

“It ain’t happening.” I shook my head back and forth.

“I want you to know...” My brother hesitated for a moment. “Once I sign my contract, you won’t have to worry about anything ever again. We’re family and I’ll take care of you.”

“I don’t want your fucking charity.” I scoffed and narrowed my eyes at him. “I’m good.”

“Taking care of my family isn’t charity.” The look on his face suggested he was offended by what I said.

“Take care of Mom. Like I said—I’m good.” I finished my beer and stood up from the table, leaving him sitting there as I headed over to the fridge to get another beer.

The last thing I wanted from my brother was pity money. I didn’t give a shit if he made millions of dollars, bought a mansion in Beverly Hills, and swam around in his money—that life wasn’t for me. If our mother was taken care of, that was good enough. She had a hard life raising two boys on her own and if Dane could make her life easier, then she deserved it. I gave her money when I could while Dane was high school, but the college had taken care of everything she needed once he started throwing touchdown passes. The alumni association loved sending her random gifts that flew under the radar of what was legal and what wasn’t. That just meant I had more money to spend on booze, more money to waste on strippers, and occasionally I even gambled some of it away at one of the Casinos on the strip. I didn’t need more than that.

I got another beer and walked around the room, shaking hands with people who congratulated me like it was my wedding. Most of them I recognized from the church, but it had been a long time since I had seen them.

Fuck. I need to piss.

The beer was running through me like water and I needed to empty my bladder. There were so many people at my mother’s house that the bathroom had a line. I could have headed upstairs, but that would have meant pushing through the crowd that were gathered along the bottom of the steps looking at our family photos. I decided to just go outside and piss in the bushes like I had done on more than one occasion in my life. I walked out the back door and walked far enough down the side of the house that nobody inside could see me. When I turned the corner, I saw Monica outside with several of her friends. A couple of them were smoking and Monica even had a beer that she hid behind her back when she wasn’t taking quick drinks from it—so much for the good Christian values she resonated every time she was standing next to my brother.

I put a hand against the wall and unzipped my pants, letting my cock fall free as I started to piss. I could have probably filled a couple of beer bottles before I was done. Monica’s babble was nonsense most of the time, but as I started to zip up, I heard something that caught my attention.

“Everything is set. We’ll get married, he’ll sign his huge contract, and then I won’t have to worry about anything ever again.” She took a quick drink from her beer and then hid it behind her back.

“While the rest of us were trying to land doctors, you got the best one of all.” A brunette I didn’t recognize smiled and exhaled a stream of smoke. “I’m jealous.”

“So am I.” A blonde next to them shook her head quickly. “I fell in love—stupid me.”

“Charles is amazing.” The brunette let out a sigh. “I’d gladly say fuck the money if I could have what you guys have.”

“Poverty isn’t very attractive once you hit thirty.” The blonde rolled her eyes. “But I love him, so I guess I’m stuck with him.”

“I’ll be working on my second husband by thirty.” Monica laughed. “I’ll be a rich cougar.”

“Maybe I’ll be Dane’s second wife.” The brunette giggled. “Or his mistress.”

“I’ll leave a little money in the bank for you.” Monica winked. “Just don’t go getting pregnant with his bastard.”

The group of the women continued laughing. Hearing them talk about my brother like that sent anger coursing through my veins. Monica was definitely a gold digger. She didn’t love my brother, she just wanted to land a wealthy husband. There was a part of me that wanted to tuck my dick into my pants, storm around the corner of the house, and say what was on my mind. But as much fun as that would have been, it wouldn’t accomplish anything. Monica would run to my brother and tell him I was mean to him, and he would tell me to go sleep off the beer I had put away. There was no way to convince him she was everything I had told him she was all along without pissing him off, but my brain was spinning with a different idea. If he couldn’t see the black heart beating beneath her tits, then I would just have to find another way to show him the truth. Monica might have been a match for him, but I wasn’t a good Christian boy that played by the rules. I walked back towards the house with a smile on my face.

I’ll bring that shallow bitch down a few notches and I know just how to do it.

Chapter 3: Monica

One week ago

“I’m home.” My father opened the door and took a couple of steps into the living room before having to use the wall for support. “I hustled a few games of pool and made some money off the tourists. They even bought me a few drinks after they gave up trying to beat me.”

“Put it on the table.” I motioned to the dining room table where his food was waiting, although the spaghetti had gotten rather cold since he was two hours later than he promised.

“You made all this?” He raised his eyebrows as he added to the pile of money beside his plate.

“It’s the holiday season, so things were crazy at the mall.” I shrugged and flipped the channel on the television in front of me. “I pawned everything I was able to steal.”

“This should be enough to keep the loan shark away for another week.” He nodded and sat down at the table. “Thank you, baby. I’m sorry I put us in such a tough spot.”

“This will all be over once I marry Dane and he signs his contract.” I sighed and pushed the button to change the channel again.

My father started eating and I kept trying to find something on television to distract me. I loved my father. He tried to do the right thing, but his moral compass didn’t point in the right direction most of the time. It always seemed to get him into trouble and his latest predicament was one that had put him in real danger. He borrowed money to gamble on a horse race after he heard the favorite was out of the race with an injury. He got his bet in before the bookies updated their odds, but the injured horse made a miraculous recovery and won the race. The man he normally borrowed money from had always been good to him as long as he made an effort to pay his debts. It was a cycle we just couldn’t seem to escape.