Vegas Revenge Wedding (Nevada Bad Boys 2)

“That was your doing.” He shrugged. “We’ve always had a patch waiting for you—all you had to do was claim it.”

“I know.” I ran my fingers through my hair. “I had to go my own way though, and I think that is going to work out for both of us.”

“You have to beat this motherfucker first.” Reggie’s eyebrows raised. “Ray Stone? I did a little digging on him. He’s not the kind of guy to fight fair. Even the Army didn’t want him. He got a dishonorable discharge for some shit that happened during his last tour of Afghanistan, but even my guys couldn’t figure out what he did.”

“A cover up?” I tilted my head and nodded. “That doesn’t surprise me. He killed Walter Grant.”

“Fuck.” Reggie’s eyes opened wide. “I respected that guy, even if our interests didn’t necessarily align when we tried to get a foothold in Las Vegas.”

“So you’re good with the plan? You get my wife to safety, I take out Ray Stone, and then you take over what’s left of Walter’s operation?” I motioned for Monica to come down off of the porch.

“It isn’t how I envisioned getting the MC started in Las Vegas, but Walter’s death is going to create a vacuum. We’ll be glad to fill it.” He nodded quickly. “But do you think you can take Ray Stone down? We can do this a different way. We’re ready to end this without you having to step in the ring with that motherfucker.”

“This is how it has to go down.” I put my arm around Monica when she joined us. “I want to know she’s safe. If I don’t make it out of this, then you have to honor my deal with Ray.”

“Don’t say that.” Monica shook her head. “You got this.”

“We’ll take care of your lady.” Reggie nodded. “You just take care of business.”

“That’s what I’m good at.” I smiled and shook hands with Reggie.

Monica and I shared another embrace before she climbed onto the back of Reggie’s motorcycle. By the time I fought Ray, she would be safe in Indian Springs. The sound of the engines roaring to life drowned out my thoughts for a moment as they drove away. I was putting my world in their hands and while I didn’t doubt they would keep her safe, I still couldn’t help but feel a pain in my heart when she was gone.

I sat down on the steps in front of her house and lit a cigarette. The fight wasn’t going to be easy. It was going to be the moment of truth, and my future, as well as my life, depended on the outcome. The smoke drifted from my lips but it didn’t bring me the enjoyment it once did.

I tossed the cigarette into the yard and walked back inside the house. There was a single piece of paper on the table and a pen was lying next to it. It wasn’t there when I left the house, so it appeared that Monica had written it before she left the house. I walked to the table and flipped it over. The words practically tore me apart.

I believe in you. I love you. PS: I’m pregnant.

Chapter 15: Monica

I had noticed the changes in my body, but it wasn’t until my cycle was late that I realized the truth. I was pregnant with Grady’s child. I wanted to tell him. I had considered it at the dinner table the night before, but I couldn’t find the courage to say the words. I didn’t want to put more stress on him, but after he told me that he loved me, I knew I couldn’t leave without letting him know the truth. He wasn’t just fighting for his own life—he was fighting for the future of our family. No matter what happened, there was a part of Grady that would be with me forever. I didn’t want to raise our child alone. I needed my husband to be there with me.

The motorcycle carried me away from him and it felt like I was leaving a gigantic piece of my heart behind. I spotted the black SUV heading towards us before anyone else did. I furiously patted Reggie on the shoulder and pointed. He was able to slam on his brakes and come to a grinding halt, almost laying the motorcycle down in the process. The riders in front of us weren’t so lucky. The SUV started sliding as he barreled down on us, and I heard the loud crash as it drove into the group. Reggie’s foot hit the kickstand as he let his motorcycle lean to the side.

“Fuck!” Reggie pulled his helmet off as he he looked at the carnage in front of him. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah.” I nodded and carefully stepped off of the motorcycle. “I’m fine.”

All four doors on the SUV opened and Ray Stone stepped out from the driver’s seat. Some of the members of The Devil Knights had been lucky and were not caught up in the initial crash, but it looked like hell on earth as the mangled mess of bodies and blood covered the pavement. Reggie reached into his leather vest and pulled out a gun, aiming it at the group as they started to exit the SUV. Two black sedans pulled up, and more members of his crew emerged. They started to fire without warning and I dove behind Reggie’s motorcycle, clutching my stomach in the process. Several members of The Devil Knights fell before they could even draw weapons, and those that did quickly started firing shots back at Ray’s crew. All I could hear was the explosions echoing through the streets and I covered my ears. When they finally stopped, I peeked around Reggie’s motorcycle to see Ray approaching. He reached down and yanked Reggie to his feet and I saw blood oozing out of bullet holes that covered the back of his leather vest.

“The Devil Knights.” Ray smirked. “I’m not impressed.”

“Fuck you...” Reggie’s words were garbled as he struggled to speak through the blood.

“Famous last words.” Ray put the gun to Reggie’s skull and pulled the trigger.

“No!” I jumped to my feet and stared in shock as Reggie slumped to the ground and his head turned towards me, no life left in his eyes.

“It was a valiant effort.” Ray stomped over and grabbed me by the wrist. “I give your husband credit for organizing all of this. But like everything else, it stinks of his failure.”

“Let me go!” I pulled against his grasp.

“I told you what I was going to do to you once I killed your husband.” He started walking back towards his SUV. I tried to dig my heels in, but he yanked me off my feet and carried me the rest of the way. “Once he’s dead, you will belong to me.”

“No!” I reached out and dug my nails into his face, dragging them down the side until I saw blood start to pour from his cheek.

“I guess I have my war paint.” His hand lashed out like thunder, connecting with the side of my skull. I saw stars and then I wa