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Now he was never going to hear the end of this egotistical man’s taunts.
“It’s okay if you do. Lots of men and women do. It can’t be helped. I work hard to maintain this…hot… man body.” He stretched out and flexed his body on the bed, trying to extend every part of it. He even turned over onto his stomach and stuck his ass up in the air.
“I’m going to bed.” Ace groaned, rolling over and pulling the sheet up over his head.
“But. Wait! You haven’t seen the gun show yet.”
“Good night.” He groaned again.
Why was he so infatuated with this dufus?
There must be something wrong with him that he was unaware of.
“Hmm, do you think I look good in this lighting? Should we get a ring light?”
“Good night…”
“You’re missing a damn good show…”
More chuckling from the bed next to him.
14
BLADE
The guys spent the day working on their assigned tasks. Cade and Lucas headed to the police station to speak with one of the investigators. They were hoping that the police had learned more from the investigation over the past two days.
Nikolai vanished and was hopefully speaking with people on the streets, looking for anyone who might have heard or seen something. People from the streets were more apt to talk to bikers than they were to speak with the police, so at least they had that on their side.
For the time being, they didn’t have much to do until they heard back from the others, so Ace and Blade decided to hit the streets and see what they could learn on their own. And, hey, if they happened to stumble into a casino or bar, Blade wasn’t going to complain.
“Come on. One quick game. We can’t come to Vegas and not gamble. That’s a crime against humanity,” Blade tried to argue.
Ace gave him one of Marcus’s “who do you think you're fooling” kind of looks. It was eerie how similar they were, considering they weren't blood-related.
“We’re here to help Chester, not play a round of blackjack.”
“Shows how much you know. My game is poker,” Blade answered, giving Ace a smirk before walking off toward the entrance.
He knew Ace. The boy would cave and follow. He always did.
Ever since they met, that boy was always by his side. He might not have always been talking to him, especially when he was pissed at him. But no matter what, Ace was always just a few steps away.
Heavy footsteps behind him signaled that he continued to have a shadow.
Blade smirked.
Inside, the casino smelled of stale cigarettes and bad decisions. Tired old men sat at slot machines, slowly tugging on the handles, all hope lost from their eyes. Young cocktail waitresses in skirts that showed off the bottom of their ass cheeks walked by holding trays with empty glasses—remnants of people who had given up, or tried to drown their sorrows.
Clapping his hands together, Blade walked into theden of sadness, ready to kick it in the balls and take down the house.
This was his game. No casino was going to dig its claws into him.
Weaving in and out of rows, he searched for that table that made his stomach feel all tingly.
At first, he wondered if he was in the right casino. None of the tables were giving him that lucky feeling.
Then, when he was just about to turn and tell Ace they were going to another casino, he felt it. That sudden rush in his gut that told him he had found his lucky table.
