𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐃𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧

Little demon 29

Chapter dedication: tanushreeroy428

Vegas looks at Venice amusingly as he adorned the boy into his riding protective gear, a fluttering feeling cramming his insides. The boy was beaming with excitement for the ride and gladly let his dad dress him up. Vegas got him into black jeans and a leather jacket, zipping it up. Venice stretched forth his hands while a decent pair of riding gloves were slid onto them. He also got into study boots that covered up to his ankle, rendering him completely safe for the ride.

Vegas finally done, scans the boy and nods his head at the perfection he created. He was proud of his handiwork. He dressed the boy in his riding style and he couldn't help the smile that tugged his lips.

Venice frowned as he stared at his reflection in the mirror. How does he look so much like his dad in the outfit? He turns to look at Vegas, "Daddy, why did you dress me like you?" He cocked a brow.

Vegas crossed his arms over his chest. "Because I want to. Does it look ugly?"

Venice giggled while taking in his image again in front of the mirror. "I look awesome, just like you." He wiggled his brow.

Vegas winked at the boy. He purposely got similar clothes to his. He couldn't help it. He held the boy by the hand and they both made their way downstairs to meet Pete and Macau.

The two gasped at the duo descending the stairs hand in hand. Their jaw dropped at the sight of Vegas and Venice, trying to deduce how they were so much alike and in so many ways. Venice looks like the younger version of Vegas and vice versa.

"Pa!" Venice calls out excitedly as he runs to Pete.

His dad cheerily welcomed him into his arms. "You look fantastic, babe," Pete mumbled.

"I look like daddy right?" He tries to confirm, clearly thrilled by the idea.

"Of course you do, pumpkin!" Pete exclaimed excitedly.

"Alright, that's enough. Can we head out now? It's been a while since I got on a bike." He walks out of the house with the trio following right behind.

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Pete was laughing hysterically while clutching his stomach. Venice was greatly offended by his reaction and made a pouty face, waiting for Pete to stop.

"I'm sorry for laughing but imagining you on this bike is just hilarious. Why choose this motorbike when your feet wouldn't reach the foot peg?" He continued to laugh.

He was amazed by all the bikes available, Venice chose the Yamaha r6. He thought it was too high for the kid.

"Pa!" Venice yelled, making Pete quit laughing immediately. "I'm not short and my feet can definitely reach the footpeg, right daddy?" He looks at Vegas.

Vegas glared playfully at Pete, "yes buddy, you're quite tall." His tone was laced with mockery and the boy picked up on it.

Venice scowled before speaking, "I chose this particular bike because I like it and that is what I'm riding." His tone was authoritative and he left no room for arguments.

The three knew to not argue further.

Vegas wore a full-coverage helmet for Venice that fits him quite well. Making sure everything was set, Pete aids Venice climb on the bike and interestingly, his feet indeed touched the footpeg.

"Told you guys but you wouldn't believe me." He huffs.

"You're the tallest, kiddo." Macau mocked, making the boy roll his eyes.