Page 118 of Vegas Daddies

Levi waggles his brows and answers.

“Why the photo? All I needed was a heads-up to start heading over,” Peter says.

“Get over here,” Levi says. “Now. Behind the curtain to the bottom of the stairs.”

He pockets the phone and looks back up at us, catching us all staring.

“What? Take a joke.”

“It’s not the right moment,” Lifesaver says.

I squint my eyes at the boy. Do I smell salmon? There’s something fishy about him.

“You’re not on our fucking side, are you?” Brander says. “What are you up to?

Bullets fire before there’s any time to answer.

I dodge. Turn around to see a dozen Russians filter in.

Let the battle begin.

Brander releases the iron rod—no time to heat it up now. It pangs against the concrete walls before making impact with a person’s face. Two seconds later, blood oozes out and splats to the floor.

Thrown to the floor, I army-crawl to the other side of the room and release the knife. Reaction times are slow today. It’s because the main room upstairs still has my attention—Alice circling her hips onto a strange man’s lap is my latest memory of her.

Better not make it the last.

I charge forward and acquaint myself with shortie over in the corner who looks like he could use a buddy. His bulging biceps tense as he reaches to lock his hands around my neck, bringing me into a choke hold.

Fucking great.

Air disappears from my lungs.

Already, I feel faint.

Taking advantage of my free hands, I search blindly for my knife but shortly feel something lock around my wrists.

Teamwork.

My other opponent straps my hands behind my back.

Jesus fucking Christ.

My arm’s still recovering from last time. Having it bent backward and pulled taut away from my body is the last thing it needs.

I brace for the inevitableripof stitching.

“Who got you in the eye, loco?” laughs the short one. “That looks nasty.”

He wants me to say that it was one of them.

But it wasn’t. It was IT tech boy aiming for gold as soon as I told him Alice was my wife.

Speaking of, where is the bastard?

I look around the room to see how the lanky bastard handles a real Bratva attack.

He tackles Lifesaver to the floor with a friend.

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