Page 17 of Viva Wed Vegas

“Hey, Casper.” She grins. I notice the small cut to her temple as blood trickles from her head. I feel the officers trying to drag me back, but I use all my strength to resist. Star leans forward and kisses me. “When we get to the station, remain calm. Call Alina.” She presses her lips to mine, kissing me once more. “Behave.” She winks.

“Can’t promise I won’t kill them,” I state before allowing the officers to pull me out. As soon as I’m standing, they whack me around the back of the knees with their batons. I roar as I fall to the floor. They continue to slam them into me, beating me while I’m on the ground.

“Get off him!” I hear Star scream. I try to look over at her, but the officers continue to beat me. One of them moves off me, and I lift my head and see Star face down on the ground, the officer pinning her with his knee between her shoulder blades and the palm of his hand pressing the side of her face into the ground. Her face is scrunched up in pain as he pushes, bearing his weight on her. She’s not fighting back; she’s complying, and yet the motherfucker continues to pin and cause her pain. He sneers down at her, whispering something in her ear. Her eyes open, and I watch as a brief flicker of fear dances across her face.

Molten hot rage courses through my veins, and it takes everything in me to not fight the fucker that’s pinning me down. I ignore everything he’s saying, everything he’s threatening, as I keep my eyes trained on my woman.

Her eyes flicker to mine, and she gives me a small smile of reassurance that she’s okay. She forgets I know her better than she knows her fucking self. I know whatever he said to her triggered something. It scared her, and my woman doesn’t scare easily. For that I will have them.

They’re dead. They are motherfucking dead, I mentally promise.

CHAPTEREIGHT

ALINA

The hotel phone rings,waking me from a deep sleep.

Hap groans next to me as he leans over and answers it. “Yeah?” he answers gruffly.

I blink my eyes a few times to wake up. My head feels heavy from the alcohol. It’s been so long since I drank like that; my body isn’t used to it.

Hap moves to sit up. “Yeah, shit. Okay, we will be down there as soon as we can,” he states before hanging up.

I rub my sleepy eyes and look at him. “What is it?” Worry begins to seep through my veins. I sit bolt upright. “Is it Phoenix?” I ask, panicked. Hap opens his mouth to answer, but I’m already jumping out of bed. “Oh my god, it’s Phoenix. I shouldn’t have left him,” I rush out, panicked, running towards the door.

Hap leaps out of bed and blocks me from opening it. “Baby, it ain’t Phoenix,” he assures me.

I exhale a relieved breath. “Why didn’t you say sooner?” I ask, pissed that he scared the shit out of me.

He arches a brow. “I tried, but you leapt out of the fucking bed like a damn whippet,” he points out.

I roll my eyes at him. “So what’s the emergency?” I ask.

“Ghost and Star have been arrested. They need you to go down there and get them out,” Hap states.

“Arrested? What the hell?” I ask, stunned. I huff and walk back to get my purse and put on my heels before returning back to Hap. “Well, come on, then. Let’s go. I just hope we can get them out before their wedding,” I tut. Hap smirks unmoving, his eyes raking over me. “You going to move or just look at me like that all day?” I ask.

“Oh, I could look at you like this all fucking day, standing in nothing but your sexy fucking heels.” He winks.

I look down and realise I am completely naked. Jesus, how much had I drunk last night? I also notice that Hap is completely naked, his dick rock hard and standing to attention.

“Really? There is a crisis, and you’re turned on?” I state, placing my hands on my hips.

“Baby, you are standing beautifully fucking naked before me in nothing but a pair of fuck me heels. All I can think about is fucking you on that bed with your legs wrapped around me, digging those heels into my back while you fucking scream my name,” he says, his lips curving into a devilish grin.

I feel my body reacting to his words, but I quickly shut down any possibility of that happening. “Not now. We need to rescue your President and my friend,” I state firmly before turning and walking away to find some clothes to put on. “But maybe later,” I add, giving him a smile.

He groans before grabbing his own clothes, muttering to himself about his stupid cock-blocking Pres who owes him for this.

We decide to wake everyone up. I knock on Rage and Dixie’s door, to be greeted by a deep ‘woof’ from Erebus. Rage cracks open the door just an inch, his gaze peering out. Once he sees it’s me, he steps back, opening it fully. Standing there completely naked, holding his gun in one hand, I quickly avert my gaze, placing my hand over my eyes.

“Oh god, sorry Rage, but we are holding an emergency meeting,” I state, feeling my cheeks heat.

“Rage, cover yourself,” Dixie chastises as she comes running over. I peer through my fingers to see her wrap a blanket around his waist, covering his impressive package. I wonder if they are all gifted in that area, and I realise they most likely are, to be who they are and what they do. They definitely give off big dick energy. Men with little dicks always feel the need to overcompensate in life, whereas these men just do what the fuck they want when they want.

“It’s just my dick,” Rage argues.

“And would you be okay with the other guys seeing me naked?” she counters.

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