Mirror ✔ (VegasPete)

Chapter 3: Little Death

His father never acknowledged his hard work.

And yet, Vegas is still and continuously trying to earn it by stealing everything from Kinn. From fucking his lovers behind his back to setting booby traps in his businesses— whilst smiling lethally at him in every family gathering like he didn't do anything unthinkable. He's sure that Kinn knows though, or at least has an idea about it. And Vegas couldn't care enough as long as he gets under his archenemy's skin.

A garbage collector . A leftover eater . People who don't understand the perks of being a mafia son would probably say. But as long as he can make the people around Kinn bend their knees for him, he couldn't care less about the humiliation of the process. Besides, what's the need for redemption if they are different from other people to begin with? They were born— nurtured to thrive for power, to turn off their emotions when needed, to lack empathy for others, to dispose any form of weaknesses .

Tonight was supposed to be like any other night. Same shits and tricks, Vegas had planned to taint Kinn's new apple of the eye, Porsche—who's really attractive and the perfect lamb to consume just to annoy his cousin. His father already instructed him to not hurt Porsche by any means for reasons unknown, but his innate obsession to compete with the first family's heir is stronger. Hence, he'll play a little bit.

Well, Kun didn't say he can't use Porsche. Right?

Aside from Kinn's known intellect (which was intensified after he lost Tawan), he became faster to pick up the situation as the time went by too. When Vegas entered the hotel room and saw writhing Porsche, he knew that he would not be able to do it. Aside from there's no time, he never really liked to force someone to have sex with him.

The plan was to put Porsche under the influence of heat, stamp him with a hickey, and let Kinn succumb to his possessiveness and inner lust. That way, their bond will be severed. It might be Vegas' golden ticket to persuade Porsche to choose the minor family.

The drug is the torture and eyeopener for Porsche. So that he could see what kind of person Kinn really is. It's not for Vegas to relieve himself at the lack of consensuality. Once the side effects of the drugs settle down; Porsche will wake at the painful realization of betrayal— that he was taken advantage of by the man who ruined his not so normal life.

Unfortunately, one of his goons informed him that Kinn is already on his way too soon to his liking. Porsche even had a moment to leave a bruise on his lower lip, giving an irritable pain that stirred his sadistic personality. Though he wants to punish Porsche, he can't be busted by Kinn. Vegas wants to maintain that silent war with him for the sole reason he wants his cousin to yield first.

Fuck everything . He couldn't leave a hickey. Meaning, it will all depend on the drug. Adding to his frustrations is the unavailability of the helicopter. Many shits could've been avoided if his father used their yacht instead of it.

Goddamnit! He just hopes that it will not fail. If it does, he doesn't know how much compensation he will have to receive when his father gets mad at him again. He might kill one of his fuck buddies or twist some of Tawan's bones to vent it all out, who knows?

"Good evening, Khun Vegas."

Oh.

It's this guy again.

"What are you doing here?"

He didn't answer Vegas' question.

"Well, it doesn't matter. Just tell Kinn that I already left for some important business."

Vegas was supposed to reach for the knob when Pete blocked it with his own body.

At that moment, Vegas realized that he never liked this bodyguard.