It's a notification on Pete's phone.
Vegas has seen it a bunch of times. When he asks about it, Pete just rambles along, never answering the question until he disappears from Vegas' sight.
At first, he thinks Pete is on a dating app, which... Vegas has Pete followed for days and he comes up with nothing. So, he scraps that thought.
He's since, come to the conclusion that his boyfriend is subscribed to a porno website. Which is ridiculous. Because all Pete has to do, is snap his fingers and Vegas is ready to go. He doesn't need fucking porn for anything. Vegas would cartwheel around the compound if that's what it takes to turn Pete on. He's ready to do it. He's offered to do it.
And yet Pete won't stop receiving alerts from that fucking website.
Vegas is out one day, when he decides to Google the site, just to see what it is, but there's nothing there. It's like it never existed. But he's sure it did. He's read that stupid name so many times that he knows how it's spelt. When he gets home, he tries again, and surprisingly, this time, the site opens. It doesn't take much to navigate it before he realizes what he's looking at.
Because it's so much worse. Pete isn't watching porn. He's reading it. Fucking freak.
Shaking his head, Vegas sits back in a chair, crossing his legs above the center table as he clicks on the first story. It's nothing serious. Nothing important. He just wants to see what all the fuss is about.
No big deal, at all.
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The Mansion of Men
FanfictionThe mafia men need a place to blow off steam. And it's not the kind of place you might imagine. It's not a bar. It's not a brothel. It's not a gym. It's a website where they get to read anonymous fanfics about their co workers and bosses fucking ea...
