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The rest of the flight is spent drinking champagne. By the time the jet lands and we’re walking down the steps, I’m more than just a little tipsy. It’s been a long time since I’ve had this. Friends. I do, however, manage to make it off the plane in one piece without tripping.
I smile proudly at myself when my feet hit the tarmac. “I did it.”
“You did.” Aliyah wraps an arm around mine. “Now, can we make it to that car?” She points at the big black SUV ahead of us while Liliana grabs on to my other side.
“I think we can,” she says, her words slurring slightly.
“You three are going to put me in an early grave. We’ve only just touched down and you’re all wasted already.” Enzo waves a hand in our direction.
“Not wasted. Just… a little more than tipsy,” I correct him.
“What she said. Stop pouting, Enzo. It’s not hot.” Aliyah laughs as we all stumble towards the car before practically falling inside.
“It’s so bright, so pretty. Who knew Vegas had so many lights?” I say while staring out the window.
“Everyone.” Liliana laughs.
“Probably,” I say, then press a finger to the glass. “Aw, look! There’s one of those Elvis wedding chapels. You could get married.”
“No, she fucking can’t. Not on my watch. Don’t do any such thing, Liliana. Your father will kill me,” Enzo growls.
“No, he won’t.” Liliana rolls her eyes. “Besides, your parents got married here.”
“You are not my parents. And Zio Theo is not as forgiving as Nonno.”
“Don’t worry, I’m not doing the whole Vegas wedding thing. But it would be fun,” Liliana tells me.
“It would,” I agree.
We pull up to the front of a hotel and the car door is opened. I have no idea where we are. All I know is that Luke said the team booked out a few floors and had a lot of security hanging around. Aliyah, who seems to have sobered up more than the rest of us, checks everyone in. She holds up two keys, handing one to me and then one to Liliana.
“I’ve had a dress put in each of your rooms. You have an hour to get changed, glam up, and meet me at that bar over there.” She gestures behind us.
“An hour?” Liliana parrots.
“An hour. Don’t be late. I’ve planned a night of fun. We’re in Vegas, bitches. It’s time to party!” Aliyah screams.
“Okay. Let’s do this.” I nod. “I can do this,” I say quietly to myself as we all pile into the elevator.
Chapter Twenty-Two
I’ve been stuck in practice and meetings all day. I know Montana is here. We’ve been messaging back and forth. When she got to the room, she sent me a picture of her in a dress—well, I’m guessing it was a dress. She asked if she could wear it, saying Aliyah bought it for her and she didn’t know if it was okay.
My reply was simple. I told her she didn’t need my permission to wear something. And I told her if she liked it, then she should wear it. I followed that up with making sure she knew just how fucking amazing she looked in the little black glittery dress.
I understand I have to be patient. That it’s going to take time for her to regain control of her life again. But every time she asks if she can do something, it reminds me of the hell she’s lived in for the past three years.
“Has Vinny found anything yet?” I ask Gray as we walk out of the arena, towards his car.
“Nothing. It’s like the guy’s a ghost,” he says.
“Let’s hope he is,” King grunts from behind us.
“And take away my fun?” I glance at him over one shoulder. “No, I want to make sure that fucker feels every bit of pain he inflicted on her—and more. I want him begging for his life.”
“We all do,” Gray says.
These guys have my back. I have no doubt about that. But no one wants to see that fucking weasel Andrew screaming in pain more than I do. Well, except maybe Montana.
