Reversed

VP 07 (Hidden Alas)

A/N : sorry for updating so slow. :< I was just a little busy. Drop your thoughts on this chapter, I wanna know! Thanks for waiting!

Pete's POV.

"Hi! My name's Venice! "

Confusion swallowed me. My eyes roamed on the floor where the blood splattered. Three dead man lying down, lifeless... And she did these, smiling and having a cup of coffee afterwards?

"Middle child. You know, younger sister of Phi Vegas, older sister of Macau. " she explained calmly with a smile as her beautifully crafted brows turned up and down.

I looked at her surprised, what am I even supposed to do? Left speechless, I couldn't fathom how this occurrence appeared abruptly right in my presence without any warning.

Multiple footsteps blared from a distance,

"Venice! "

Vegas walked passed me and went frankly on his alleged younger sister, taking the gun out of her hand straightway. He examined her from her face down to her feet, looking out for any bruise.

Porsche stood on my side by the entrance as a group of another body guards came in too, dispersing on the side of the room checking any signs of threat. Two of them fetched Nop and went out to adress his wound.

"Who the fu... " Porsche slightly muttered, his voice were drowned by Vegas' howl.

"How many times do I have to tell you that my men aren't  your shoot out playmate?"

The small and delicate figure of a girl named Venice straightened her back and put down the cup on her hand, "I was just testing the security here, and clearly you're now brushing off the safeness of our manor. " she rolled her eyes away from her brother and gazed at me.

"Seriously, Phi Pete's here and you're slacking off? What if I wasn't the one who crashed in here? Do your job better, Brother. " she disappointingly looked at Vegas, her lips unconsciously forming into a pout.

My eyes went on Vegas as he sighed deeply, he precisely took his sister's arm carefully, as if his sister is a fragile glass needed of so much care. He pulled her in our way and signaled the rest of the guards on stand by to clean the messy floor.

"There's only a small group left here since I sent the full force to guard Macau at the safe house. "

Venice scoffed as her champagne colored dress swayed with her every step. I waddled aside, eyebrows furrowed while tailing my gawk at the sight.

"You could've just contacted me then, I can simply get Macau out of  imminent danger. "

Vegas brows shot up and looked back at Venice, "And what, jeopardize your defense? No. "

They both stopped in front of us, Vegas offered his hand. I looked down on it questioning. He motioned his hand on me so I, unsure, placed the gun I have with me in his open palm. He clicked his tongue and instead of claiming it back, he took my wrist and pulled me also. Both Venice and I, in Vegas' grip couldn't do anything but follow the irritated man going into the living room.

Porsche with creased forehead slowly followed behind.

Vegas let Venice sat on the single settee and drag me on the other one with a wider space. He sat down shoving me as well on his side. My back went straight and stiff as I felt his hand snaked around and rested on it. Heat flowed in my cheeks as I can sense how his warm palm were glued perfectly on my left side of the waist as if it was really meant to be there.

Porsche stood on the carpeted floor, crossed arm. "What the heck, Vegas. She's the card you are dropping on the table? "

The man on my side rested his back on the couch, immediately shaking his head in disagreement. "Yes, I held her clandestine but she's out of the plan. "