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She’s gorgeous.

The lights flash, only giving me glimpses of her when they move back on her.

Blonde hair that tumbles in waves down to the middle of her back. A gorgeous body that’s got my attention as I’m already imagining her beneath me.

She shakes her ass with another woman who’s in the periphery, and I can’t help but watch her from where I sit. I sink back despite my words that I’d be heading home, and I pick up the 1942 and tip it over my glass.

I guess I’m not quite ready to go home just yet.

My eyes move back to the blonde, and my cock thickens as I watch her and take a sip of my tequila. She’s wearing a black skirt that’s a little too short with a black tank top that shows off tits that make my mouth water. I can’t see her shoes from here, but hell if I’m not imagining black fuck me heels she can wrap around my waist later.

It’s West who follows my line of sight toward the woman. “The blonde? No fuckin’ way, dude.”

“Fuck you. Why not?”

“A, she looks like she’s a decade younger than you, which means she’d be better off with someone like me. And B, she’s a Bradley,” he says.

“Bradley? Like the football Bradleys?”

He nods. “One and the same.”

“Oh fuck.” I shake my head as my will to stay here suddenly vanishes into thin air. My cock is still hard, though. I’ll figure out a solution to that, just maybe not with a Bradley.

I fucking hate that family after that bullshit with their casino.

I finally focus my gaze beside her to see a man standing behind her friend. “Dex Bradley,” I mutter, venom in my voice.

“I still can’t believe you got so lucky, by the way.” West shakes his head.

It’s true. Sometimes I think I live under a lucky star. Sometimes I think it’s probably just my old man up there watching out for me.

Except for the fact that my dad died over a decade ago, and now, with the exception of missing out on the Cup this year, I tend to get pretty much whatever I want.

So when the Bradley family’s illegal underground casino here in Vegas was raided last October and I happened to be there at the time…well, I got lucky. And not because I was winning. For the record, I wasn’t.

I was smart enough to gamble with cash, never credit, but I also didn’t know it was illegal at the time.

Most of us who gambled there didn’t—or so I assumed. I thought it was just one of those fancy VIP lounges.

I had no idea it had the potential to end my fucking career.

And I just so happened to head upstairs to the legal lounge to take a piss and get a fresh drink just as the SWAT team showed up to raid the illegal one down in the basement.

So, yeah, I hold a bit of a vendetta against the Bradley family. And I guess I’m a bit of a lucky bastard at times.

Dex specifically reached out to me because he knew I’d been there in the past. We circled past each other in the Vegas scene a few times, but he called me to make sure I’d keep my mouth shut about who was behind the operation.

He wasn’t nice about it, either. In fact, he was a total dick.

I wasn’t going to say anything. Nobody ever questioned me since they had plenty of witnesses around who were downstairs at the time of the raid. But the point is, the tapes could have shown me on them. It could’ve been bad.

Dex and I play for two different pro sports teams here in Vegas, and we could’ve teamed up with each other to make a difference in this town. Instead, the entire family made it onto my avoid at all costs list after that shit went down.

And now…maybe I don’t want to avoid them at all costs. Not when the females look like that.

Or maybe this is my chance at a little revenge.

“Not that it matters,” West tells me. “You can’t land a Bradley.”