𝐌𝐘 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐘 𝐁𝐎𝐘

eight

They had finally arrived in Vegas. 

Y/N sighed, wanting to leave the cursed car at once. He had no use for Matt anymore, and any moment with him was a dangerous one at that. Matt was capable of anything. 

Even though he would never admit it, the thought excited Y/N and made his stomach flutter.

"Why're you smiling?" Matt tapped his fingers on the leather of his steering wheel.

"Why're you asking me?" Y/N retorted, chiding himself for the slip of emotion. Just because he revealed a card, that didn't mean his hand was on display.

Matt groaned, clearly annoyed as he ran a hand through his dark hair.

 He changed the subject. "You said Club Solaris?"

The younger man nodded, looking for the club that was a few blocks from his apartment. Matt did the same. Once they pulled onto the curb of the club, Matt whistled. His passenger started to gather his belongings.

"Guess this is it, Dave." Matt looked over at the young man, his infamous smirk painted across his face. Y/N fucking hated that smirk.

"Seems so, Matt." Y/N smiled back meekly, trying to salvage any semblance of his innocent façade.

Matt scoffed, seemingly catching onto Y/N's train of thought.

"Whatever L/N." Matt smiled, brandishing the younger man's knife. 

The same knife that his father had given him after his first hunting party. The knife that displayed his family's last name in delicate gold lettering.

Sirens blared in the young man's head.  

His eyes narrowed as his hand pounced the way a viper does. In the same sense, his fingers closed around the knife's handle like a fanged mouth as he took control of the knife. 

Too many of his cards were slipping from him.

Matt was stunned, his eyes looking at Y/N in both disbelief and shock. He was clearly a man used to being the best and not bested. The young L/N couldn't help but smirk at seeing the man before him deflate. It tickled his fancy.

"Too slow Old Man." He stabbed the knife into Matt's thigh with a grin, a squelch and a yell were released from the man.

"Fucking Fuck!" Matt yelled, one of his hands reaching for his wound as the other reached for Y/N who was already exiting the car.

"Too slow!" Y/N yelled as he slammed the door and walked away from the dark purple car.

He didn't dare look back, not wanting to give Matt the satisfaction of him seeming worried.

Y/N let out an exhale and a giggle as he wiped the bloody blade on the inside of his bag.

He walked away from the club and made his way down a crowded street, that way if Matt was still on him; it would be more difficult.

After weaving in and out of alleys, the young lawyer was finally in his apartment. He sighed and chuckled to himself in his entryway mirror as he set his bag down.

"Hello." He breathed out to seemingly no one. Receiving silence as an answer, Y/N started to undress and fold his clothes neatly. He placed them on his soft but weathered couch, a bargain he had gotten at a local thrift store.

Once the male was only in his underwear; he didn't like to be nude with corpses, he felt as if that was far too intimate, he walked into his bathroom.

The clock read a quarter past eleven. He would be finished before midnight. Surely.

-

Plastic crinkled as a certain young man packed the last of Blue Eyes' body into a bag.

"Asshole," Y/N muttered as he remembered the other blue eyes he had encountered that night.

Matt fluttered around his head as he quartered, scrubbed, wiped and stuffed for a bit over thirty minutes. The man whose thigh he had managed to stab, clearly was someone who wasn't an idiot and he knew Y/N's last name.

He had replayed the road trip's events, gone over every detail and interaction, and had tried to step into his shoes and brain. From doing so, he had come to certain hypotheses; Matt definitely wasn't who he said he was and he would be seeing more of him.

If Y/N had given him enough credit, then "Matt" would find out who he was.

But what would come after?

The man's smirk played in Y/N's head. It was like a record he couldn't stop. A looming threat, even. Somehow he was minacious in memories. Y/N didn't like that.