by Amiee Louise
I look sleepily at him and smile.
“There’s my girl, we’re about to land in Vegas.”
I stretch out, and I feel deliciously sore after our marathon sex session.
“I didn’t realise how long I’d been asleep.”
He tucks a strand of hair behind my ear.
“It’s OK, angel, you look so peaceful when you’re asleep I didn’t want to disturb you.”
I get up, pull on my clothes, and run a brush through my hair. Sam wraps his arms around my waist, stroking my stomach gently. He moves my hair over my shoulder, giving him access to my bare neck, and he kisses me softly.
“God, you’re beautiful, to think you’ve got a part of me growing inside you, it’s amazing.”
I turn around in his arms and wrap my arms around him, needing to feel as close as possible to the man I love.
“We’re going to be one big dysfunctional family,” I joke and Sam laughs.
“Three rock star uncles and a rock star granddad, what more could a kid ask for?”
Our moment is interrupted by a voice coming through the speaker system.
“Ladies and Gentlemen, as we have commenced our final descent into North Las Vegas airport, would you kindly return to your seats, fasten your seat belts, and return your seat to the fully upright position. Please ensure that your tables are stowed, all personal items and articles of hand luggage are stored securely in the overhead lockers or under the seat in front of you, and that no items are obstructing the exits. After landing, please remain seated with seat-belts fastened until the aircraft has come to a halt and the Captain has switched off the seat-belt signs.”
We go out into the main living area of the aeroplane and take our seats as instructed as we begin our descent into Las Vegas.
After we land, we all exit the aeroplane, and as I step off, I am hit with a wall of heat from the blazing sun. There is a black limo waiting for us on the tarmac of the local private airport. Sam, me, Jax, Brody, Lucas, and J.D. all step into the spacious black limo which is driven by a private chauffeur. Cole gets into the front passenger seat with the driver, and by the way they are talking, they know each other. Sam wraps his arm around me, takes off his beanie hat, runs his hand through his hair raven-black hair, and pulls his sunglasses up on top of his head.
“I can’t wait for you to see my place, Peyton,” Lucas says excitedly, and I smile at his animated enthusiasm.
I look to Sam, and he leans to whisper in my ear, “When we come to Vegas, Lucas always insists that we stay at his house instead of a hotel. It’s more private, and he grew up here.”
I nod at Sam’s clarification, and we begin our journey to Lucas’ house.
Some time passes, and the car has pulled to a stop. We all exit the limo, and we have entered the circular driveway through a set of black wrought-iron gates. There is a large water fountain in the middle, and I am in awe of the building in front of me. From the outside, the house is brown brick and looks to be on two levels. Lucas opens the white, double front doors and punches in a code to disarm the beeping alarm system. We step into an open foyer with a dark wooden floor throughout. There are a series of abstract art paintings framed and hung on the walls. The boys are chatting and laughing with each other, they seem to be in good spirits.
“Do you guys want some coffee? I can fix up some breakfast if you’re hungry,” Lucas says.
All the boys nod and follow Lucas through the house. I am informed that the house is a four-bedroom property, with three bathrooms, a double, and a single garage. There is a large elaborate staircase leading to the second storey of the house. The house is decorated in light taupe, cream, and warm brown tones. It is warm and inviting.
“Make yourselves at home. I can get someone to bring your luggage up to your rooms. The kitchen should be stocked up on food and beer, so we’re all good to go.”
Lucas chuckles, and the boys all cheer. The boys disappear off upstairs, Sam included, and I am left to explore the house. The view from the floor to ceiling kitchen windows is breath-taking. The house looks out onto its very own swimming pool and miniature golf course. I move closer to the window and admire the view in front of me.
“I inherited this house from my parents. I grew up here, but you already knew that, right?” Lucas’ voice startles me, and I jump at the sound of his American drawl. “I’m sorry, honey; I didn’t mean to scare you.”
He strides towards me and stops when he reaches me. He tucks his hands in the pockets of a loose pair of combat shorts.
“My parents were killed, my dad escaped from prison, he raped and murdered my mum. He murdered and brutally beat my step-dad to death with a baseball bat. That’s the reason I moved to the UK. I was seven years old.”
My heart clenches at the thought of Lucas as a little boy, scared and in a country he wasn’t familiar with.
“Don’t feel sorry for me, Peyton, my childhood was awesome after I moved to London. I moved in with my Aunt Ava and my Uncle Kyle, they adopted me as their own. I was loved. I grew up seeing my cousins as the brothers and sisters I never had. Uncle Kyle is a movie director and the actors that came to our house for BBQ and grill nights were just regular Johnny, Leo, Brad, and Sam. At school I was the weird kid with the weird accent until Sam, Jax, and Brody took me under their wing.”
He smiles a dazzling smile at the thought.
“Coming here, having them here, erases the bad memories and replaces them with happy ones. I’ve renovated the whole house and added to the original property since I’ve been in the band.”
I turn around to face him and look at him. He hangs his head, and his face looks so conflicted.
“That night on the tour bus, the night J.D. had his filthy God damn fucking hands on you—” He closes his eyes and clenches his fists. “—it brought back memories from all those years ago. I saw my mum silently pleading with me to help her while he was on top of her. I was hiding in the laundry bin, I was frozen, fucking terrified. If he knew I was there, he’d kill me too.”
He wipes away a tear that has escaped from the corner of his eye, and I take his hand in mine.
“There was nothing you could have done. You were just a kid, you can’t blame yourself, babe,” I try to reassure him.
“I know there was nothing I could have done; believe me, I’ve been through enough therapy over the years. But I felt so helpless, so fucking useless. She was my mom, Peyton, the woman who gave birth to me, and I couldn’t save her,” he says through clenched teeth, and I feel privileged that he has chosen to open up to me. I move closer to him and throw my arms around his neck, hugging him tightly to me. He reciprocates the embrace and buries his face in my hair.
“Thank you,” he whispers.
“Don’t thank me, babe, I’ll always be here to listen any time day or night.”
Someone clears their throat behind us.
“Sorry, I didn’t-didn’t mean to interrupt you,” an unfamiliar female’s voice interrupts our moment.
“It’s all good, Kendall, everything’s awesome.”
I hear heels clicking across the floor.
“I didn’t know you were seeing anyone, Luke,” she drawls in an American accent.
Lucas pulls away from our embrace and turns around to her. She is extremely beautiful with short blonde hair, violet eyes, and she is tall, tanned and slender. She is wearing a white all-in-one playsuit that emphasises her long tanned legs.
“I’m not. This is Peyton, she is Sam’s girl.”
She nods and smiles a fake smile.
“Oh, I see. So you guys like pass her around? A live-in groupie? Nice!”
She looks me up and down.
“Who the fuck do you think you are?” I spit out, and Lucas looks at me.
“I got this, Peyton.” He winks then goes over to her and grabs her wrist. “You’re going to fucking apologise for that now, Kendall. I don’t take kindly to people insulting my family.”
My heart swells at the prospect of bei
ng welcomed into the Rancid Vengeance family so openly. She looks up at him, and I observe the exchange between the two of them. There is definitely a history there.
“Apologise now,” he says sternly.
“I’m sorry.” She rolls her eyes and snatches her hand away from him. “Fucking let go of me you prick! We need to talk, Luke.”
He scrubs his hand down his face.
“Shit! I have to take care of this, Peyton. I’ll see you later?” I nod, and he kisses me on the cheek. “Thanks, for listening, honey, I really appreciate it,” he whispers and leaves me standing in the kitchen wondering what the fuck just happened. I am curious at the history and clear animosity between Lucas and Kendall.
“So, you had the unfortunate privilege of meeting Queen Bitch, I see?” Brody chuckles, and I spin around. Brody is leaning against the doorway with his arms folded.
“Something like that, who the fuck is she?”
He strides towards me and hops up to sit on the worktop. He opens the cupboard and takes out an unopened jar of Nutella. He unscrews the lid and starts digging his finger into it.
“That’s Kendall Savage, she is Lucas’ ex. They had a bad break up. She was pregnant with his baby, and her parents forced her to get rid of it. They’re billionaires, her dad is a Senator and her mum is some sort of socialite, her grandparents are extremely wealthy and own some la-de-da American estate. Sounds quite far-fetched I know, but those Americans are definitely like a completely new breed; it’s fucking shocking. Our British scandals are nothing compared to theirs,” Brody explains while digging his finger into the Nutella jar and licking it clean.
Our conversation is brought to an abrupt halt by J.D. entering the room followed by Jax and Sam. Sam strides across the room and pulls me close to his side. He nuzzles my neck.
“I missed you, angel.” He has freshly showered; his hair is still damp, and he smells so good. “Lucas made sure we got the best room in the house.”
I smile, I am so happy and content with life. It feels so good. I have a job I love, a man I adore with everything I am, my large extended family is amazing, and I am expecting a baby. Life is perfect for once, and it’s everything I wished for and more.
J.D’s voice interrupts my thoughts, “Right, boys, where the fuck is Lucas?”
Brody pauses and smirks. “Kendall showed up, she said she needed to talk to him.” Brody air quotes with his hands and J.D rolls his eyes.
“That fucking crazy woman, every time we come here.” He storms out of the kitchen. “Lucas! Get your fucking arse in the kitchen now!” he bellows.
Sam looks from Brody to Jax and shakes his head.
“What’s going on, babe?”
Sam kisses my forehead.
“Nothing you need to worry about, angel, let’s just enjoy being here together.”
He smiles, but it doesn’t reach his eyes, and I start to wonder what is really going on. A few minutes of silence pass, and Lucas walks into the kitchen with scratches down his face. I go to pull away from Sam, and he digs his fingers in my hip.
“Leave it, angel,” Sam whispers. I look at Lucas, and he winks in a silent reassurance.
“Right, now you’re all together; I’d like to take this opportunity to welcome you all to Las Vegas, the city of Sin. Whatever happens in Vegas stays in Vegas, apart from STDs, that shit will follow you anywhere.” J.D laughs at his own joke. “The gig tonight is at The Mandalay Bay Events Centre. It’s your ten-year anniversary gig, so I want you all to give the fucking performances of your lives. You’re performing to twelve thousand fans, you’re doing some press junkets, and a photo shoot before the gig so you all need to be on top form, that includes you, Brody.”
Brody salutes at J.D and we both smirk at each other.
“Security is going to be tight at the venue, and each of you has been assigned a personal bodyguard. The gig starts at eight p.m., and the limo is picking us up at six forty-five sharp. Until then, the rest of the day is yours. That’s all for today, boys.”
Brody jumps off the worktop. “Class dismissed!”
We all laugh. J.D strides out of the room, followed by Lucas and Brody.
“I’m going to call Ruby,” Jax says, and he disappears, leaving Sam and me alone in the kitchen.
“So, what do my two favourite people want to do while we’re in Vegas?” Sam smiles.
“I’ll be happy to do whatever as long as I’m with you, babe.” I smile and snuggle closer to him.
“Well, I plan on getting you naked before the gig, so we can do whatever you want to, angel.” He strokes my stomach softly. “Go and grab a shower, get changed, and I’ll meet you back down here in say an hour?”
I nod, and he smiles his dazzling smile. He kisses me gently on the lips, my raging hormones take over, and I deepen the kiss, wanting nothing more than for him to be buried deep inside me.
“Angel,” he rasps, and I stroke his growing erection through his ripped, faded denim shorts.
“Take me to bed Sam,” I whisper seductively.
“Angel, stop, as much as I’d love nothing more than to fuck you right here, there’s something I need to show you.”
I try not to pout at his rejection.
“I promise I’ll make it up to you later, angel, multiple orgasms and I’ll make you scream so loud the whole neighbourhood will know my name,” he says huskily, and he kisses me gently on the lips. “Now go, before I change my mind.”
He winks and swats my bum as I walk up the stairs.
“Second door on the left, angel,” Sam’s voice echoes through the house, and I begin to explore the second storey.
The upstairs is decorated similarly to the downstairs of the house in warm creams, light browns, and taupes; it is very open and spacious with windows spanning the landing, which makes the room appear light and airy. There is a series of doors along the landing that read bedroom one to four, bathroom, office and gym, in silver plaques hanging on the doors. I open the door that Sam indicated that is our bedroom and I am in awe of what is inside. The room is extremely opulent and reminds me of a luxurious five-star hotel room. It is decorated in a cream and chocolate brown colour, with dark oak flooring throughout. There is a large queen-size four-poster bed dominating the room with brown fur throws, silk scatter cushions and chocolate brown bed sheets. Scattered around the room is a range of matching furniture and accessories in cream and chocolate brown. There is a dark marble fireplace with a cream fur rug in front of it. It reminds me of something from a film. There are floor to ceiling patio doors leading out onto a small balcony. I am suitably impressed with our room and make my way into the spacious en-suite bathroom.
After a long, hot shower, I dry and style my hair, apply natural makeup and slick on some clear lip-gloss. I pull on my clothes opting for a blue, striped, halter-neck sundress, which hugs my figure and compliments my growing bump. I team my outfit it with a silver skull pendant, silver hoop earrings, and black diamante flip-flops. I place my sunglasses on top of my head, and I grab my bag, ready to spend the day with the man I love. I make my way down the large staircase and Sam is at the bottom waiting for me. He turns around and catches sight of me.
“Angel, you take my breath every time I see you.”
My stomach flips at his words. I grin widely at him, and he smiles his dazzling smile. I will never get tired of seeing him smile; it disarms me every single time. I make my way down the stairs, and he moves up, meeting me halfway.
“Hey,” he whispers and offers me his hand.
“Hey yourself.”
I take his warm, calloused hand in mine and he escorts me the rest of the way down the stairs.
“I’ve got a new additional bodyguard and chauffeur for this trip, I’m not exactly happy about it, but he is a friend of Cole’s. His name is Jace.”
I nod and wonder where Cole is. We open the doors and step out into the Vegas sunshine. I didn’t really get to take in the grounds around the house when we arrived, but I look around, and I am
awestruck with my surroundings. The perimeter of the house is lined with a high grey stonewall and exotic palm trees. The driveway is circular in shape and in the centre is a large fountain.
Sam leans in and whispers in my ear, “Imagine me fucking you naked in that fountain, angel.”
I feel slick heat between my thighs. I bite my lip, and Sam growls. We make our way across the gravel driveway, and a black Hummer H1 is parked beyond the fountain. A muscular man is leaning against it with his arms folded. He is wearing a black suit and a black chauffeur’s hat. As Sam and I approach, he smiles and nods.
“Sam, Cole’s told me a lot about you.”
He has an Irish accent is average height, muscular, and his salt and pepper curly hair is pulled back into a ponytail. He has a five o’ clock shadow on his chin, indicating that he hasn’t shaved for a few days. He has pale blue eyes and an infectious grin.