Page 18 of Viva Wed Vegas

“No fucking way,” Rage growls.

Dixie gives him a look before turning her attention to me. “Give us one minute to get our clothes on,” she says with a smile.

I nod, smiling back, fighting the urge to laugh at how a tiny woman like Dixie can put a man like Rage in his place. It’s entertaining and adorable to watch.

Once everyone is up and dressed, Hap tells them what has happened and that I am going down to the station to hopefully get them out, but just in case the officers are assholes, we need an emergency backup plan to delay their ceremony.

“The cops here don’t know who we are. I say we go in there, blow the fucking place apart, and get them out.” Rage shrugs.

“Er,” I state, pausing.

“Then we would all end up in fucking jail. Just because we are safe back home doesn’t mean we are here. For once we’ve got to play by the law,” Spider states. “Well, at least eighty percent within the law,” he adds with a shrug.

“I’m going to head down there now, so I need some clothes for Star. Ghost said that they left her in the stripper underwear that she had on,” Hap states.

“They’re not allowed to do that,” Maggie snaps. “I will grab her clothes, motherfuckers,” she fumes as she gets up and walks off to get Star’s clothes.

“It’s something I will be using against the police, that’s for sure,” I state.

“It ain’t them letting Star out that is going to be the problem. It will be Ghost. You know he would have absolutely lost his shit if they treated her badly,” Beast points out.

“Just touching her would have made him fucking flip,” Cash adds.

“Can’t say I blame him on that one,” Scar adds, keeping Elsie close at his side, like someone is going to come and steal her away from him.

The guys all grunt in agreement, each one of them just as overprotective over the women in their lives as Ghost is with Star.

Maggie comes back out with a bag of clothes. “Right, got them. Let’s go,” she states.

“I thought it was just me going?” I ask.

“Fuck no, we are all fucking going. Cuts on. We’ll let those motherfuckers know exactly who they are fucking with,” Acid affirms as he stands.

“Okay,” I say, dubiously wondering if all of them being there will help or hinder in getting them out in time for their wedding. I look at my watch and see that it’s four am. “We have ten hours to get them out, to make sure they make it to the chapel for three pm,” I state.

“Keep me updated. I have help here from Samual, should I need it,” Queenie states, grinning at Samual, the nanny the hotel provided.

“Of course. We will be here to hold down the fort and make sure those beautiful babies are clean, dressed, and ready for the wedding of the year.” Samual claps excitedly.

I grin at his infectious positive energy. Even the guys are grinning with him. It did cross my mind if we could offer him a job at the club and bring him back with us.

The butler that the hotel had provided enters. “Your cars are ready and waiting,” he says with a brief nod.

“Fuck, man, do they ever let you sleep?” Hawk asks.

“I sleep when you sleep, sir,” he answers.

Hawk looks around the room. “What? You got silent alarms or some shit for when we wake up?” he asks, frowning.

“No, sir,” he answers sternly.

“Okay, let’s get going,” I interrupt.

We arrive thirty minutes later at the station, and the officers on the front desk all give us a wide-eyed look as we approach.

“Good morning. I am here to represent my clients, Star Monroe and Harrison Ford Jones,” I state firmly.

“One moment, please,” the officer states, getting up from his chair and walking out of the room.

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