VEGASPETE🔞+KILL FOR YOU

Chepter 2[🔞+]

VEGAS POV

Removing the used condom from my dick, I stand from the bed and tie it off, throwing it into the trashcan that's on the floor. Movement behind me has me turning around, looking at the hot as fuck couple sprawled out on top of the white sheets, both their tight bodies covered in sweat, their deliciously naked skin glowing under the dim night light. It was a good time.

“You not gonna stay, Vegas?” the woman purrs at me, her long red hair clinging to her skin and her blue eyes hazed over in lustful exhaustion. Not sure of her name or her boyfriend’s name, but it's of no consequence. I don’t do repeats.

“Nah, got shit to do. But thanks for the fun.” I smile and walk over giving her a chaste kiss on the lips. I then lean over her hot as fuck boyfriend who is laying on his stomach. He has the perfect plump ass and a thick mop of curly brown hair. He grabs the back of my head, drawing me into a kiss that quickly becomes heated, and his arms link around my neck, trying to pull me back down into bed. Such a greedy hole.

I smack his ass and pull away. He lets out a sigh of disappointment, but I continue putting my clothes on as quickly as possible so I can get out of here. This always happens. As soon as I fuck, I’m immediately disinterested and turn off mentally, wanting to find that thrill in a new body. I’ve never had a preference, man or woman–couldn’t give a shit–as long as it's a warm body that I can lose myself in for a while.

Giving one last lingering look over the couple who look like they are about to pass out, I turn and walk out of the door. I’m so tired right now and need my bed. I've been burning the midnight oil for too long now, working longer hours at the clubs, setting up new contracts for dealing, and I am starting to get burnout. Especially with my nearly daily sexcapades. I'm surprised I can cognitively function. I can't give up sex, though. It's the only thing that settles me and helps me sleep. Well, it's either sex or torturing someone, and I haven't done much of the latter recently.

I make my way down the apartment complex stairs and leave into the night. It’s cold as fuck now that we are entering winter, but I have always preferred the cold. I love the raw edge of the icy chill that cuts across my skin like a sharp razor. It reminds me I am alive, keeping all my senses alert.

I get into my car and make my way home. I notice it's three am so at least I'll avoid the questions from Porsche. Since he and my big brother Kinn have been together, I have become somewhat tolerant of Porsche. It helps us being close in age, him twenty-six and me twenty-seven. I don’t want to kill him so that's a positive for him, and he makes my big brother happy, which is a fucking miracle in itself. But Porsche loves to stick his beak into my business, especially when it comes to who I’m screwing. He tries to hide his interest but he is a nosy asshole who loves gossip.

On the drive home, I keep the window slightly open, hoping the ice-cold air will keep me awake long enough to get home. It seems to take forever to drive fifteen minutes, but I finally start to relax as I turn into our long driveway. I can hear my bed scream for me. Christ, when did I become such an old man?

Making my way into our palatial home which is on the far edge of town, I drag my ass down the lavish hallways. I'm not very bothered by “things”, but Kinn did a great job decorating here. It's all black and white marble with hints of red painted on any bare walls. It suits us. The only part I had any involvement in was the building of our “holding pen” down in the basement. Let's just say it's not a place you want to be taken when visiting. I head down a corridor, straight toward my room, which is on the ground floor to keep away from the loud fuckers upstairs. Porsche is noisy as hell, and the longer he has lived here, the less he hides it. It doesn’t bother me, quite the opposite, I always get a hard on when hearing them screwing, but I want to keep my head on my shoulders. Kinn would fuck me up if he knew how I reacted. Well, he would try.

Sticky and gross, I put my phone on charge beside my bed and head straight for the shower. It takes a lot of energy to screw two eager lovers at the same time, but it’s a great way to get in that cardio and burn off that energy. I'm a big guy, all muscle and harsh edges. I’m often told how sadistic I look with my cruel-looking hawk green eyes, body inked with tattoos, sharp military haircut, and constant pissed off expression, but it always seems to work to get me laid. That and putting the fear of god in any of the assholes I play with. Taking people apart and making them beg for mercy is the biggest high I get in my life. The power is addictive, and it feeds the bloodthirst I have developed since my first kill as a teenager. Kinn and I got into the drug trade young, our parents were not exactly caring, so we made our own way in life. Might not be the best way, but we have created a great life for ourselves.

Stepping under the hot stream of water, I let out a long exhale, feeling my muscles relax and the call of sleep taking over my body. Sex and death are my vices, and if I could have both together that would be pretty fucking perfect. Most people want to be traditional, settle down, maybe have kids and pets. Whereas I sometimes wonder what it would be like to have someone who enjoys playing too, killing and fucking happily ever after. That’s not in the cards for me though, I'm not built that way like Kinn is. I don’t desire love or normalcy and that one special person in my life. I would like to share my two passions, but I never want my life to be about someone else. That sounds horrific. Kinn has that spot of my devotion and that’s challenging enough as it is, there isn’t more to go around.

I get out of the shower, quickly towel dry myself off, and walk into my attached bedroom, sliding my naked ass under the bed covers. It’s a large bedroom, but again, it's basic. I'm not interested in materialistic things. I just have my ridiculously large bed covered in black sheets, a couple of basic side tables, and two chairs with a table in the corner because Kinn insisted I had to fill the space.

My phone that's been charging on my bedside table goes off, and I check to see who it could be at this time of morning. Lifting the phone, I see Jules’ name. Jules is our right-hand guy. We run a small cartel, dealing with the drug trade in our city, using the two clubs my brother and I own, Starlight, a burlesque slash cabaret club, and Desire, our strip joint, to push the money through until it comes out clean. Grinston is a decent-sized city on the East Coast and we tend to be left alone with plenty of cops in our pockets to make our lives more than comfortable.

“This better be important, Jules,'' I growl into the phone as I sit upright and try to focus. I'm on the verge of passing out now, the struggle to keep my eyes open is real. It feels like heavy weights have been attached to my eyelids.

“Well I wouldn't call if it wasn’t, dickhead. We gotta problem. One of our guys was caught in another territory, dealing, and is in the hospital after being fucked up. I got the police handled, but it was on the Santini turf, and they weren't happy. They want to meet tomorrow, actually that's this morning now, with you and Kinn, otherwise they are threatening a war,” he says. I can hear traffic and sirens in the background, he must be at the hospital.

With frustration filling my body, I collapse back onto the bed. Closing my eyes and rubbing my hand roughly over my face, the urge to hurt something or someone is building. This is the last thing we need right now.

“Fine. What time and where?”

“Nine-thirty am at The Lounge on the outskirts of town, they want it neutral. Also, I should mention, one of our boys stabbed one of their guys in the exchange.”

Fucking hell, that’s only six hours away, and I haven’t slept yet. I grind my jaw. It’s like babysitting fucking toddlers.

“Did he kill him?” I ask as an afterthought.

“No, but he punctured his lung. He will be in the hospital for a while.”

Well that's something at least. “Okay, be ready to go with us in the morning. I want whoever the fucker is from Jake’s men that got all stabby, brought to Desire tonight.” My eyes start to close as I lose the battle to stay conscious. Christ, I’ve gotta be up again in four hours.

Jules' chuckle echoes down the phone. “You got it Vegas, now get some sleep and I'll see you in a few hours.”

He disconnects the call before I drift off, dreaming of all the ways I can teach a lesson to whoever this stabby prick is who has made more work for me.

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