“And you didn’t have to pay for sex—you just got swept off your feet by two former Marines.” A grin spread across Cole’s face.
“Speaking of feet.” I lifted up and stretched out my leg. “Which one of you is going to give a foot massage? I’ve been on them all day.”
“If you want a massage, cash in one of your chips. You cleaned our clock last night.” Ryker shook his head back and forth.
I got a job working at the Bellagio, which I learned was hiring when I returned to claim my stuff. The three of us combined our resources and got a decent apartment together. I was the only one with a steady income. Ryker still spent his days at the Bellagio, playing cards for money, which was fine with me since I got to stare at him all day from the front desk. Ryker didn’t take Cole’s membership to the Vegas Scourge MC very well, but it was a part of our lives. The sacrifice had to be made in order to rid Sin City of Thaddeus. Cole promised to stay safe, but I still worried when he was away on club business. Ryker and I didn’t ask many questions about it. There were things we really didn’t want to know. The important thing was that the three of us were together, and if I had anything to say about it, it was a union that would last forever.