Vegas Revenge Wedding (Nevada Bad Boys 2)

“What will you care?” He shrugged. “You’ll be dead.”

“No deal—not unless you leave her out of it.” I started to squeeze the trigger again. “I’ll just die right here knowing you go with me.”

“Fine.” He held up his hands. “I’ll get enough satisfaction just killing you with my bare hands.”

“Tomorrow night.” I nodded.

“See you then.” Ray’s eyes actually reflected some semblance of emotion—it was excitement.

I kept my gun aimed at the crowd until I was outside the club and still walked backwards until I got to Monica’s car. I climbed into the driver’s seat and sped away after I saw that the door didn’t open.

I wasn’t going to shed a tear for Walter, but I still didn’t like watching him die in front of me. He might have been an old fool, but he was still someone I once called a friend. It was clear that he hadn’t been pulling the strings—Ray Stone was the one who really ran the new operation. I wasn’t sure I could take Ray down, but I had bought enough time to get things in order. I didn’t trust Ray to leave Monica out of it if he killed me, but I was going to make sure she was safe.

I stopped at a gas station and bought a pack of cigarettes. I had stopped smoking in my twenties because I wanted to live longer. If I was going to die, I was at least going to taste the sweet nicotine on my breath one last time. I picked up my cell phone once I lit up my first and felt the buzz of an old familiar friend while I waited for the person on the other end to pick up.

“Hello?” The voice belonged to Reggie Dawson, the President of The Devil Knights MC.

“Hey Reggie. It’s Grady.” I sighed and exhaled smoke. “I need your help.”

“Another favor?” He hesitated slightly with his response. “You know that requires a patch.”

“I think I’ve got something that more valuable than that. Remember how you wanted to get a foothold in Las Vegas? I have a way to make that happen.” I took another drag off of my cigarette.

Chapter 13: Monica

I had felt fear the night before when Grady didn’t come back and Ray Stone visited me, but it was nothing like the terror I felt when I saw him storm out of his apartment with more firepower than I had ever seen before—despite the fact he only had two guns. He looked like a man possessed, filled with rage I couldn’t even comprehend. I regretted ever telling him about Ray’s visit. It would have been better to just let him take me away from Las Vegas, even if he did join The Devil Knights. I couldn’t even sit down.

I paced the floor with worry the entire time he was gone. I was almost certain I would never see him again. The way he described Walter Grant’s club made it sound like a dangerous place filled with a lot of dangerous people.

I finally heard something outside the door and I tensed up with worry. If Grady was dead, it could very well be Ray Stone coming to claim me—just like he threatened. The door opened and I saw Grady’s face. I rushed to him with even more relief than I felt after finding him the night before, locking my arms around his neck.

“Is it over?” I felt tears rushing up in my eyes.

“Not yet.” He sighed and hugged me. “I have to get you out of Las Vegas.”

“What?” I pulled away. “I’m not leaving unless you’re coming with me.”

“You have to trust me.” Grady put his hands on my hips and swallowed hard. “I’ve made the arrangements and on the plus side, you’ll get to see your father again.”

“Then come with me. If you have to join The Devil Knights, that’s fine. I should have agreed to that before. What happened?” My thoughts were more jumbled than my words.

Grady explained everything in vivid detail after he put his guns away and sat down on the couch. Walter Grant was dead and it seemed that Ray Stone had taken control of his operations. I didn’t care about any of it until Grady told me that he had to fight Ray in order to end things once and for all. Ray was a brutish beast and while I had all the faith in the world in my husband, I didn’t want him to risk his life. My father’s debt had brought us together and it was the thing that could tear us apart.

I reluctantly agreed to leave Las Vegas after hearing what Grady said. I wasn’t happy about it, but I had to trust the man I loved. Ray’s threat still lingered in my mind and if I lost Grady, I didn’t want to be the next prize on Ray’s list.

We returned to my house and I started packing. I tried to pack with hope, only putting a couple of outfits in a bag, along with my makeup and my bathroom essentials. Grady fixed dinner while I loaded up my bag with everything I hoped I would need. I was happy that I would get to see my father again, but leaving Grady was like a knife through the heart considering that it could be the very last time we saw each other.

“You can cook!” I sat down at the table as Grady put a pot of beef stew in front of us. “I would have never guessed it with all the expired food at your place.”

“I’ve made a few things—this is actually something my mother used to cook for us. I kind of have it memorized thanks to the number of times I watched her make it.” He smiled and started putting some soup in my bowl.

“Do you want to try and see her again before you go fight Ray?” I looked at the stew—it smelled delicious, but I wasn’t very hungry.

“She’s in New York.” He sighed and sat down, pushing a spoon into his bowl. “At least she’s living it up now that Dane has some money.”

“What if we ask Dane again? He was drunk last night. Maybe he’ll feel differently this morning.” I was grasping at straws and I knew it. “Especially if we tell him your life is in danger.”