Sinning in Vegas (Vegas Morellis 2)

I sigh and nuzzle into his neck, nipping him one more time before climbing off his lap. “All right, now I’ll make some more coffee.”

Sin swats me on the ass, then leans forward and gets back to work.

47

Laurel

After all the men leave, I make a grocery list, take a shower, and promptly realize I have no idea where to get groceries. I also have no money to buy said groceries. Sin didn’t leave me anything, so all I have is the pocket money I have left from Rafe. I hesitate for a minute to use that, but then I decide, screw it, I will. It’s only $40, but it should get some staples in the house. Breakfast completely cleaned us out.

I don’t want to contact Lydia. I have her number in my phone, but she’s so terrible, I can’t stomach the idea of actually calling her. The only other woman in Vegas I can reach out to is Virginia, so I shoot her a text and ask how she’s doing and what she’s up to.

Instead of texting me, she calls. I am initially alarmed—who the hell answers a text with a phone call?—but I answer anyway. “Hey.”

“Hey,” she says brightly. “What’s up?”

“Um, not much. I actually wanted to ask you a weird question. I’m obviously new to Vegas, so I don’t really know where anything is. I need to buy some groceries, but I don’t even know where to tell the Uber person to take me.”

“You have an Uber?”

“Not yet, but I will once I know where to tell them to take me.”

“Oh, God, don’t waste your money like that. I’m off today, I can swing by and pick you up. I need to pick up a few things anyway. My refrigerator looks like it belongs to a sad bachelor. Are you at home?”

“Yes—Um, not Rafe’s. I’m at Sin’s. Do you know where he lives?”

“I do. Why are you at Sin’s?”

I hesitate, realizing she’s not caught up. “Um, we’re actually together now. I’m going to be living here with him.”

“You and Rafe aren’t—That’s over?”

“Yep,” I verify, nodding even though she can’t see me. “Sin and I are official. Sorry, is that weird? I know you and Rafe… Actually, I don’t understand what you are at all, but I know if sides are being taken, you’d be on his. Not that this is a side-taking situation. It’s not. At all. He was just at my house for breakfast. I mean, things aren’t back to normal yet, but, you know, I’m still pregnant, and he’s still the father, so they probably will be.”

“You’re a nervous talker, huh?”

“Yeah, sorry,” I mutter.

“No sweat. We’re cool. I can pick you up at Sin’s if you’d like a ride.”

I’m not convinced it won’t be weird, but since I have my heart set on making Sin dinner for our first official night living together, I also really need the groceries.

Shortly after we hang up, she pulls into the driveway. I invite her inside while I try to figure out where Sin put my house key, then I go to set the alarm. Virginia turns away.

“You should be more careful setting that when people are around,” she informs me. “Sin would kick your ass if he knew you pushed in the alarm code in front of anyone who isn’t him.”

Lifting my eyebrows as it beeps that it’s secure, I ask her, “Are you planning to break into my house?”

“No, but someone else could be. I’m just saying, you can’t be too careful. Don’t trust people. People generally suck. I don’t suck, but you haven’t known me long enough to know that.”

Thinking back to last night, I have to agree. “Good point, people do suck.”

“The Morellis have a lot of power around here,” she tells me, as I pull the front door shut behind me and follow her to her car. “If you’re going to be involved with them now, that puts you with them. Thankfully you’re not with Rafe now—that was bound to be a headache. Ambitious, money-grabbing bitches trying to kill you for your spot in his bed. It would have been a hassle. You’re probably better off with Sin, really. He’s dangerous as fuck, but also mean, and all the women in the know basically understand he’d just as soon kill them as fuck them, so he’s not really the guy a scheming ho will go after. Rafe, though? There’s basically a bull’s eye painted right on that muscular back of his. A single boss? It has literally never happened before.”

“You know an awful lot about the Morellis,” I tell her, sliding into the car. It’s still faintly cool, so she must blast the air conditioner.

“Yeah, I do,” she murmurs. “I get bored easily. I research things, but I absorb so fast I’m on to the next thing. I run out of things, so… lots of idle research. Plus, I technically knew about the Morelli family before I came out here. When I was lost down one of my rabbit holes I stumbled across a news story online—one thing led to the next, I was researching as much as I could online. Then I moved out here for school and, what do you know, I ended up working for one of them.”

Casting her a skeptical look, I remark, “That’s an odd coincidence.”