Vegas and Pete: the series

The Italian Job

POV Vegas

I'd gotten what I'd wanted. Porsche for one, Uncle Korn had allowed my request for his help, and second I was going to be able to wipe out the Don without having to reveal our double dealing. It had been easy enough to rig up the unrest around the casinos and other lower end businesses. We were the ones that oversaw them after all. Uncle Korn had taken his hands off the reins with ground work years ago.

At first my father had thought he was finally giving him something of his own to grow and manage. But no, in the end it was just the grunt work that needed to be done so they could keep the cash flow going for the higher end clients.

Kinn could sit in a room and shoot a man across a table in a high rise or beat up once-wealthy debtors. That was all well and good. But he didn't have to deal with the already broke, more than desperate, would sell their own children types like we did. We lived in the mire and the muck. While they kept their shady but pristine pretense.

I picked out a nice wine red velvet shirt along with the usual black jeans to wear for my meet up with Porsche. I had no idea what had gone on in the time Kinn and Porsche had been away, but Porsche seemed closer to Kinn then they had been. My source informed me that the two of them were often in the hospital room alone after having shooed out all the other bodyguards. The trip must have pushed one or either of them over the edge. I suppose, considering the rumor that Kinn had taken the shot for Porsche, I understood why.

Still I had to play my game. This was the best time for me to pull Porsche over to my side. Show him how things work on our end of the board.

Like I'd noticed before, Porsche doesn't fit in with the role he's playing. Bodyguard does not suit him. He may have the skills for it but being subservient is not in his nature.

The Minor family worked in a much less restrained sense. The people that worked for us often rotated between being muscle and working at various businesses when we needed the people. It wouldn't be hard to make a place for Porsche that was all his own. That was the plan at the very least. With him holding Kinn's heart there were other plans I could put into place, but those were more risky and put the long game in far more jeopardy.

I walk out past the main area of the minor family compound, passing by the crowded halls and boisterous noise. I spot Macau coming down from upstairs. "Going down to eat?" I ask him. He nods and comes over to walk beside me as we head down the main hallways and stairs.

"The bike you ordered came yesterday." Macau informs me. "I left it in the back like you told me to."

I smile at him and put my arm around his shoulder. "Thanks bro,"

He nods. "No problem, why'd you need it anyway? Something wrong with the one you got?"

A smirk curls onto my lips and Macau stops walking. "Is it for that new guy? The one you asked Uncle Korn to borrow?"

I freeze a little as I watch my brother eye me with an almost innocent look. I say almost because if it were anyone else asking I might believe the question was innocent, but this is my brother. Contrary to his outward ambivalence as the childish high schooler who knew no differently, Macau had a knack for seeing through me, knowing when I was up to something or if something had happened.

He was still a child though, much like Porshce's own brother Porchay, and he didn't need to know the ins and outs of what was truly going on. So I gave him a simple answer. "It is, and I might need your help in winning him over."

Macau tilts his head. "It's the same guy that hit me right?"

I grimace a little and then nod. "Yeah, and I'm gonna need you to smooth that over with him."