Page 133 of Menace in Vegas

I glance over in time to see Ford snarl at some guy who just dared to hit on his wife.

All hell breaks loose.

Ford tackles the guy to the ground.

Jake yanks another dude off Ford like he’s pulling a weed from a garden.

Cole grabs a guy by the collar who’s moving toward me and mutters, “Bad choice, bro,” before decking him.

I grab the asshole I threw against the table by the front of his shirt and clock him again. He stumbles, barely getting a hit in before I throw him into another table.

Glass shatters. People start screaming.

Shit. Security is definitely getting involved.

In the middle of the chaos, Gram stands on a table, cheering us on like this is the greatest moment of her life. “That’s right, boys! Get ‘em! Show these little shits what happens when they mess with your women!”

Allie is beside her, sipping a stolen cocktail and nodding approvingly. “Good form, babe!”

The fight lasts maybe two minutes before bouncers storm over and start yanking us apart.

I’m breathing hard, fists clenched at my side.

My eyes land on my wife, making sure she’s safe.

She smirks and mouths,“Menace.”

I wink and mouth back,“Mine.”

Ford, bloodied but grinning, wipes a hand across his mouth. “Well, that was fun.”

Jake groans. “Can we go to one place without a brawl?”

Cole cracks his knuckles. “Doubt it.”

“Well, that was interesting.” Tara’s eyes sparkle.

Chloe is admiring Cole. “Very interesting.” She takes a sip of her drink, eyes still locked on him.

Then, just as we think the night is winding down, Harper frowns. “Wait… Where’s Daltyn?”

Silence falls as we scan the club.

Ford swears. “Where the fuck did he go?”

I wrap my fingers around Allie’s hand. “We need to find him.”

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ALLISON

Ford swears under his breath. “He wouldn’t just leave without telling us.”

Connor pulls out his phone and dials.

We all hold our breath as it rings—then goes to voicemail.

I exhale sharply. “Okay, no one panic.”

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