Page 8 of Viva Wed Vegas

“They’re here!” Maggie yells with her face pressed up against the glass.

“What the fuck?” Ghost mutters, looking out the window.

I get to my feet and walk towards the plane entrance.

Dixie walks onto the plane, panting. “Sorry, we had to stop and get supplies.”

“Supplies? What do you mean? We are going to Vegas, not the bloody desert,” I point out.

“Supplies for Erebus,” she breathes.

“Erebus?” I frown. She points to the front of the plane, and that’s when I turn to see Rage walking onto the plane with a huge black dog.

“What the fuck?!” I screech. “Rage, you can’t bring that dog on here and to Vegas,” I point out.

“I can’t leave him. I just rescued him from some nasty cunt,” he argues.

Alina holds up her hand, and everyone pauses with their questions. “Firstly Rage, is that dog friendly?” she asks.

“Well, he hasn’t bitten me or Dixie.” He shrugs.

“Jesus Christ,” I mutter. “Rage, there are children here,” I argue. As soon as I point that fact out, Oliver jumps towards the dog with excitement.

“He is so cool!” Oliver beams while stroking the dog. Erebus rewards Oliver with a huge, slobbery lick.

“Does that answer your question?” Rage counters.

“Right, let me ring Eric. He may allow us to bring the dog,” Alina states, lifting her phone to her ear.

“Erebus,” Rage corrects her.

“Right, Erebus,” Alina repeats.

“If that fucking dog hurts my kid or woman, I will fucking kill you,” Ghost threatens Rage. I roll my eyes and walk towards Erebus, and as I crouch down in front of him, his little stubby tail begins to wag frantically as I make a fuss of him.

“You’re just a big baby. Yes, you are,” I coo.

“I’m more dangerous than Erebus,” Rage argues.

“I mean, he has a point there,” I agree, glancing up at Ghost.

“Rage, what breed of dog is it?” Alina asks, covering the mouthpiece of her phone.

“Cane Corso,” he answers.

Alina nods and repeats it back to Eric. We all watch on, hoping that he allows the dog, because I know Rage won’t come if it means he has to leave the dog behind.

She smiles and disconnects. “Apparently, Eric has three Cane Corso’s. He will have the best food and pet supplies added to our suites.” She grins.

“Okay, if we could please get seated, we cannot wait any longer,” the flight attendant politely orders.

We take our seats and buckle up, with Rage and Dixie sitting opposite us.

“So, how did you rescue Erebus from the guy?” I ask.

Ghost sighs. “Why are you asking him that?” he questions.

I look at Ghost and shrug. “What?”

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