I Trusted You ~ VegasPete

Chapter 3

STILL PETE POV:

I turned the car headlights off and slowly followed him.

"Where's he going?"

We were about half an hour away from the house.

"There"

I pointed to the abandoned parking lot.

"Park here"

Porsche said, I pulled up far away from the entrance and stopped the car.

"You ready?"

"I don't think I'll ever be"

We got out the car, closing the doors gently. Porsche led the way into the building.

"This way"

We followed the stairs to the top floor.

"What was that?"

I whispered hearing a blood curdling scream.

"Come on"

We followed the sounds and hid behind a wall.

"Please! I'll get your money by next week! I swear!"

A red haired man was tied to an old wooden chair, he looked beaten half to death.

"You said that last week."

I've never heard Vegas' voice so cold.

"I've given you 3 months to pay me my £100,000 and yet...where is it?"

He placed his hands on either side of the chair getting closer to the man.

"I... I'm sorry! Please I have a wife and 2 kids!"

"You think begging will save you?"

I felt myself tear up for the man, why was Vegas doing this?"

"I... I'll do anything! Please just let me live!"

He was heavily crying, begging Vegas to let him leave.

"Please Mr Vegas"

"Time. Gun please."

One of the black suited men handed Vegas a hand gun to which he pointed it at the man.

"PLEASE!!! PLEASE JUST LET ME LIVE!!!"

He screamed out trying to escape.

"PLEASE MR VEGAS!! I HAVE A FAMILY!!! THEY NEED ME! PLEASE PLEASE!"

"Well...you should have thought of that before deciding not to pay me back."

"PLEASE-"

The begging stopped, a gun shot echoed, the once alive man was now pale and dead.

My body was trembling, I couldn't move.

"We need to leave"

Porsche whispered to me, he grabbed my arm and we ran down the stairs.

"Let's go"

I fumbled around with the keys trying to get them into the hole.

"Come on!!"

I shouted frustratedly, when I finally got it in the ignition I drove away as quickly as I could.

When we got on the freeway, I pulled into a layby and parked up.

I couldn't utter a single word, I stared down at my hands not wanting to look up.

"You okay?"

I only nodded.

"Should we call the cops?"

I didn't know what to do, I didn't know anything anymore.

Tears silently rolled down my cheeks, I didn't have the energy to wipe them away.

Porsche put his hand on my leg, trying to comfort me.

"what am I gonna do?"

I said quietly.

"You can stay with me and Kinn"

"He'll know"

"I won't let anything happen to you"