Page 23 of Vegas Daddies

Before hopping under the water, I twirl naked for myself in the mirror. As heartbreaking as the Levi situation is, I still have myself. My boobs may not be as big as Levi’s hookup, but the three men I spent the evening (and morning) with seemed impressed with their appearance.

Speaking of the three wise men, I should call them to arrange an annulment before Daddy finds out. It’s one thing to tell him that Levi and I are broken up. Another that I married three men his age in Vegas while blackout drunk.

I pause, peering at the mirror.

There’s a black mark on my ass cheek.

A verybigblack…

I wet my hands in the sink and begin to rub, but the mark doesn’t ease.

Maybe if I step in the shower. Lather it up with shower gel.

I twirl some more, staring at myself in the mirror. It extends across the rest of my ass cheek.

And it’s not a mark.

It’s a fucking tattoo.

No.

My heart stops. Air dies in my lungs and a faint spell overcomes me. I grab the corner of the sink for balance, but the lightheaded spell worsens.

Property of Lifesaver, Match, and Brander.

A tear slips out of my eye, and I’m unsure whether I’m upset or horrified.

They tattooed me?

Their names are in black. Bold and capitalized.

I can say goodbye to wearing thongs.

Goodbye to my fucking savings, because it’ll all be going toward getting this hideous thing removed.

I calm my hyperventilating.Think.What would Tammy do? That girl wouldn’t pay for something herself even if she had multiple passive income streams and a billion dollars in her bank account.

This is their issue.

They can fix it.

I abandon the shower, wrap a towel around me and locate my phone. Why a tattoo? They could’ve given me many pleasant things. A bouquet of flowers, another orgasm, but a tattoo gun in my ass is what they chose. I bet they got a good kick out of that.

Rachel was right.

I should’ve thought twice before taking off with them last night.

Face ID won’t even work on my phone because my face is in such a state of horror. My fingers fumble over the keys as I type in my password.

Wizard.

I’m about to hitcallwhen a notification pops up on my screen. A live broadcast from the city of Las Vegas. I click onto it, and Daddy appears behind a live feed of the city. He clutches the mic in his hand more than simply holding it. That means something important is about to come out of his mouth.

“Did you know Las Vegas is one of the most dangerous US cities to live in and visit? Each month, the police receive more than three hundred missing person reports.Three hundred.They either turn up dead, or severely injured, and for years I’ve been trying to figure out a way to lower these stats. To have a month, even, where police receive zero missing person reports, would be a miracle, and it’s one I’d like to achieve.” He pauses for a moment for the audience to catch up—a technique he uses even with me after he’s said something important.

Get to the point, goddammit.

“I have been working on my campaign with authorities for some months now, and it hasn’t been easy, but we have finally made some progress. Ladies and gentlemen, I want to announce today that my team and I aim to eliminate all Bratva groups in and around Las Vegas.”

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