Page 9 of Viva Wed Vegas

“I slit his fucking throat and cut off his pinkie,” he says, placing the pinkie finger inside a Ziploc bag on the table.

Ghost raises his brow at me in an‘I told you so’expression. “Jesus Christ, Rage,” I say with disgust.

He shrugs and places it back in his pocket.

“I told him it wouldn’t be a good idea to bring it,” Dixie points out.

“It’s just a keepsake,” he argues.

“I’m just saying Rage, if that finger is present at my wedding, or in the wedding photos, I will shove it so far up your ass you will be gagging on it,” I threaten.

“Noted.” Rage nods.

I’m sure it will be fine. I mean, what could go wrong with a group of outlaw bikers, kids, and a dog the size of a small horse?

CHAPTERFOUR

STAR

We arrive at the hotel,and Eric, the owner, greets us personally. He’s an older guy with salt-and-pepper hair. Very attractive though, so I’m not sure why Alina never went there in the past.

He pulls Alina in for a hug, and Hap growls, yanking on her hand to pull her back.

“I see.” Eric smiles warmly at them both. “Have to say I’m glad you aren’t with that loser anymore. You need someone with more of a backbone,” he states. “Anyway, I have reserved both top-floor suites for you. I understand there is to be a wedding?” he asks.

“Yes, Ghost and Star. The bachelor and bachelorette parties are for Star, and also a celebration for Nova and Spider,” Alina informs him.

“Ghost and Spider, eh? I do love these names! I just love that show. I feel like I’m meeting celebrities,” he beams.

“What fucking show?” Beast murmurs in my ear.

I shrug. “Fuck if I know.”

Eric clicks his fingers, and a group of staff come running over with luggage carts. They load them up and then, just as quickly as they appeared, they scurry off again, leaving only two men behind.

“Now, Simon and Daniel here will be at your beck and call while you are staying. You need anything, just ask them. I understand our nanny services will be required, too. There is a booklet up in your suite with a very meticulously screened list of nannies we have available.” He grins at Alina before taking her hand in his and kissing the back of it. If Hap wasn’t holding Phoenix right now, I know he would be tackling Eric to the ground. “Please enjoy your stay, and Alina, it’s a pleasure catching up with you as always.” He beams before nodding and walking away.

“Prick needs to relearn his boundaries,” Hap seethes.

Alina rolls her eyes at him. “Come on, let’s get to our rooms and get settled.” We all walk together through the huge foyer, and I don’t miss the people’s stares as we head towards the elevator. I catch a group of women, all dressed in designer clothes, whispering and sniggering as we walk past. I distinctly hear the word ‘whore’, and I immediately stop in my tracks and stride towards them. Their eyes go wide and their faces pale as I approach.

“I’m sorry, did one of you call my name?” I ask with a mocking sweetness in my tone.

The one in front, let’s call her ‘mean girl #1’, places her skinny, fake tanned hand on her hip and lifts her chin, trying to act like she isn’t shitting her little girl panties. “No, you must have misheard. I called you a whore.” She sneers, a grin spreading across her face as her pathetic minions giggle behind her, one holding up her phone to record.

“Yes, didn’t you know? That’s my name,” I state, keeping my face free of any expression.

Her lips part, and she’s a little taken aback, clearly not expecting me to say that. “Your parents called you whore?” she snorts.

“We’ve got ten thousand watching this live!” the one holding the phone up whispers to the other.

My smile widens, and I let out a little laugh. “No, silly. Your parents call me whore.” I pause, and her brows furrow in confusion. I lean in closer, looking straight into her eyes. “They call me whore while your daddy fucks me from behind and I eat out your mommy’s fishy little cunt.” My grin widens.

Her face pales, and the one from behind blinks. “That’s gross.”

I wink and straighten. “Have a lovely day girls, and you tell your folks I said hi,” I say before I saunter back to Ghost.

His eyes are pinned on me, and his lips are fighting back a smirk. “You think you could last more than an hour without threatening someone?” he asks, grabbing the back of my neck affectionately.

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