Vegas Revenge Wedding (Nevada Bad Boys 2)

I wasn’t sure how they would react. They could have easily stormed the ring and ended my life. I watched as they shared glances. After the first one headed for the door, it was like a domino effect. Regardless of how much faith they had in Ray, they knew I was offering them one chance at redemption. The room started to clear and a few remained, but once they saw their numbers diminish, they quickly ran for the door. The crowd that remained was made up of locals that had assembled to watch the fight. Money started changing hands and Monica returned to my arms.

It was over. The debt would never be repaid, but there would be nobody to collect it. I took once last look at Ray Stone’s lifeless body before I collapsed in Monica’s arms. The effects of the fight was finally starting to catch up with me. She helped me out of the ring and we started walking towards the door.

Epilogue: Monica

“I now pronounce you—man and wife.” The preacher smiled as he looked at the two of us. “You may kiss the bride.”

I didn’t remember my first wedding and I needed a memory that I wouldn’t forget. Grady lifted my veil and our lips met. It was like fireworks with the same magic I had felt every time his lips met mine.

There was a cheer from the group that had assembled and we walked through them hand in hand. We didn’t know most of them, but there were a few familiar faces. Grady’s mother actually showed up, although Dane still wasn’t quite ready to embrace our union. I wasn’t showing quite yet, but the baby bump was coming. I was happy that our child would know the man who sacrificed everything to be there when they came into the world. He put his life on the line and while his wounds hadn’t completely healed, the rampage was over.

We made our way to the waiting limousine and climbed in the back seat. The minute we were seated, out lips met again and we kissed as the limousine drove away from the church.

“I guess I should change my last name now that we are officially married.” I snuggled next to him and he put his arm around me.

“You could hyphenate it.” Grady chuckled and squeezed me tight. “Adamson-Faulkner has a nice ring to it.”

“That’s a mouthful.” I laughed and shook my head.

“I got a mouthful for you.” He moved his hand to his crotch and started stroking his cock through his pants.

“Don’t get too excited—we still have a reception dinner.” I leaned against his shoulder.

“And after that?” He pressed his lips to my forehead.

“After that, you can have anything you want.” I smiled and let my hand rest on his leg.

Three years later

“NATHANIAL FAULKNER, you better settle down!” I glared at my son who immediately sat down in the middle of the living room and glared at me.

“He’s got your glare.” Grady chuckled and put his arm around my shoulder.

“No.” I shook my head. “He gets that from you—along with that devilish grin.”

“You’ve never complained.” Grady leaned forward and picked up the television remote.

“Dane’s story starts soon. Did you set it to record?” I watched the television as he turned it on.

“Yeah, but we can watch it live.” He turned the channel until we saw Dane’s face.

“I’m proud of him.” I smiled and nodded. “He’s come a long way.”

Dane had went off the deep end for a couple of years and he had even lost his NFL contract, but he was on his way back. A film crew had been following him as he reclaimed his faith, learned to love God again, and gave up all of the vices he had embraced during his period of debauchery. The story was glossed over and didn’t exactly paint us in the best light, but I was happy to see Dane looking like the man I remembered. The story ended with him walk

ing into the locker room with his previous team, praying with them, and then signing his new contract.

Grady turned off the television once it was over and we cuddled on the couch while Nathaniel played in the floor. Grady’s hand reached out and ran across the curve of my stomach. I was pregnant with our second child and we had already learned it was a girl.

“Do we have any more chips?” Grady picked up the bowl on the table and shook it.

“Yeah.” I smiled and leaned forward. “I’ll be right back.”

I walked into the kitchen and Nathanial followed me, immediately sitting down on the floor when he saw the firetruck he had left there earlier in the day. I started filling the bowl with more chips as I watched my son play. My life had become the one I envisioned in my dreams. Grady was holding down his first real job, and a loan from the bank had given us a beautiful house on the edge of Las Vegas with the white picket fence I always wanted.

I walked back into the living room and put the chips in Grady’s hand before cuddling next to him again. His hand rested on my stomach and lightly rubbed it while he stuffed a few chips in his mouth. I loved the life we had built and I couldn’t wait to have two children to yell at when they got out of hand. Nathanial ran into the room and jumped between us, forcing us apart as he nestled against his father.

“Can we watch cartoons now?” Nathanial looked at Grady and then to me.