Page 64 of Keep Vegas

“I’m in love with her.”

“Please fuck tell me it’s not Laura.” He turns away from the bar and leans backward, surveying the land. He nods at a bevy of women as they walk by and wave at him.

“I should have flown to France. You’re useless.” Law was the closest ‘Brother,’ so I diverted the jet here.

“Sorry, man, I’m here. Tell me what’s going down. Are you ok?”

“First off, if you tell anyone, I’m cutting your dick off.”

“That’s cool. I can still pitch dickless.” I shove him, and run my hands through my hair.

“I owe you two million dollars.” He grins slowly and nods.

“Figured. And whom did you sleep with twice?”

“Technically, only once, but I have been kind of dating her for like nine-ish months. However, I’m in love with her.” Law crooks an eyebrow at me. “Makenzie.”

“That’s the least surprising thing you’ve ever said. Now what the fuck happened? Why have you darkened my desert doorstep? I have three days off and I intend to fuck quite a bit and you’re bringing down my average and my rizz with your sad boy vibe.”

A woman comes up and hands him a piece of paper. “Do you mind, Outlaw?” Her tits are out, and I see him start to move in. I haven’t ruined shit with my sad boy vibe. The man could get laid in a convent.

“Outlaw? What the fuck’s with that shit?” I ask while pushing the empty shot glass across the over varnished bar.

She flicks her strawberry-red nail in her mouth and says, “It’s what we call him, now. Because his...pitching is so hot it should be illegal.”

I toss my hands up and turn around. Law gives her the autograph, and she leans into him.

“What’s your name?” I ask her.

Law answers, “Marnie.” She grins. He never remembers names so it’s surprising.

I look at him. “Who is she?”

“She’s the manager’s daughter, who is collecting signatures for some charity event.” He licks his lips.

I get between them. “Ok. Ok. Everybody take a cold shower.” I turn to Marnie. “Forbidden fruit, I’m going to need you to table this seduction for another day. No worries, he’s a sure thing. But I have very pressing matters and need his whole focus. So please tuck your very large and extremely attractive breasts back into your shirt. How about you let me buy you and your friends a round and we leave Outlaw’s cock in the holster for today?”

“And who are you?”

Law shrugs and points at me with his thumb. “The marrying kind.” Marnie pouts a bit.

“But I’m still fun. I’m a ton of fun. You would enjoy fucking me, but the problem is I’m in love with someone who has apparently been making up stories about her life for like a decade. I’m Tony, it’s a pleasure to meet you.” I reach out my hand to this woman who really should be walking away from us.

Marnie shifts, and her shirt pops open a touch. Law pulls his hoodie off and hands it to her.

Law explains, “If you’re going to listen to his bullshit, then I’m going to need you to cover up before I pop a nut.”

I toss my hands up and shake my head. I stand up and sit back down. “Why am I here? None of this is helping.” Marnie puts on his sweatshirt then tugs at my wrist.

“Come with me. You too, Mr. Off Limits.” She winks at him. I’m sure he’ll have her before the sun gets around the planet again.

I follow her, and Law grabs a couple of beers, and we sit down at a table with three other women.

Marnie says, “Ladies. You know Outlaw, of course. But this here is Tony. He says he has a woman problem.”

I push Law to sit in a chair, then I sit on the other side of him, cockblocking Marnie. I don’t trust her not to jerk him off under the table.

She continues, “And my problem is I don’t get to have Outlaw until we solve this one’s problem.”