VEGASPETE🔞+KILL FOR YOU

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VEGAS POV

What a shitshow of a day and it’s still not fucking ended. This morning’s meeting with the Santinis was tense at best. Luckily with Kinn’s charm, he convinced them that this situation hadn’t been given the go ahead and would be dealt with in house. He added a little compensation on the side to sweeten the deal. Hopefully this will be the last we hear from them.

Something isn’t sitting right with me. Call it gut instinct, but I think this crew intentionally sold in their territory. Jake’s a slimy fuck, but he has always just done his job, and we haven’t had issues before since he keeps his crew in check. However, my spidey senses are telling me I may need to cut the fucker open to find out his secrets. There is only one punishment for betrayal in this family and it’s death…a very slow and painful one, which I am only too happy to be part of.

Hopefully, after I deal with his dickface brother who is coming here tonight, I can get a drink, find a hot body for an hour, then pass the fuck out. I want this day over with. After hardly any sleep last night, I am running on empty and this mess with the Santinis has made it fucking worse.

I'm sitting in my office here at Desire waiting for…I think his name is Pete? Pedy? I don’t fucking know. I know he exists, but I don't remember all the guys in each crew. We only deal with the heads. Maybe I should break him apart too, find out what his brother is planning, or maybe he is a part of it?

As I mull over my options, the door opens and in walks Jules, followed by who I presume to be Pete or Pedy. Huh. How have I not noticed this guy before? He is the kind of sexy ass man that would take my interest in any other setting. He has that rock band look going on but his eyes make him look innocent. Now I'm wide awake, watching this hot fucker stride in. It is also disappointing. Under different circumstances, I would definitely like to have him panting my name, but work is work.

“Vegas, this is Pete, the dick that stabbed one of Santini's guys,” Jules states, pushing Pete into the chair across from me. Interesting. He isn’t scared or even intimidated by me. He actually looks like he has met his hero with how bright his eyes look, that one celebrity you’d kill to meet, which is weird as hell but arousing at the same time. He has shaggy black hair, smooth skin as if he hasn’t gone past puberty yet and can’t grow any facial hair, large brown Bambi-like doe eyes, and a cute little eyebrow piercing above his left eye. I don't think he has blinked yet, and I am dumbfounded. I’m used to fear or panic when anyone is brought to me like this. Maybe he’s unaware of my reputation?

“Uh, boss, do you need me for anything?”

Jules’ question snaps me out of the trance I have going on with the hottie, I must have zoned out.

“No, Jules, I got this. Just wait outside.”

He nods in return and leaves, closing the door behind him.

I lean back in my leather chair, creating the atmosphere of “relax and no one will hurt you.” This one is different or maybe from another planet with how eager he is to be here. He is all but bouncing in his seat.

“So, you wanna tell me what the fuck happened last night?”

I am surprised by the big smile that crosses his face. What the fuck is this guy smiling at? Have I unintentionally invited the Joker into my office? His manic smile is giving me those creepy ass vibes and he still hasn’t answered.

“What the fuck you smiling about?” I bark as I stand and move around to the front of my desk, leaning against it directly in front of where Pete is sitting. He’s forced to crane his neck back and look at me. His smile disappears and I realize he may not have intended to have done it in the first place. Okay, this guy is weird as hell.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to do it, it's just, sitting here talking to you feels like a dream.”

I am so damn confused now. Has this guy lost his mind? What the hell is he talking about? Jesus Christ, I must be tired, this conversation is the most bizarre moment I have ever been in.

“I don't know what the fuck you mean by that, but can you answer the damn question? Tell me what happened last night, and it would be wise not to lie to me.”

“Sorry, okay, well, Shay and I went to meet a contact, but one of the Santini crew pulled up on the street to stop us. That’s when shit got outta hand. Shay was being attacked, so I stabbed the guy. It was only a scratch."

He speaks so quickly that it takes a second for my head to compute what he said. I raise my eyebrow. “Only a scratch? You punctured his lung, you dumb shit. What is wrong with you?”

He shrugs and smiles coyly. This is getting stranger the longer this meeting goes on, and I have reached my limit of human interaction for the day. Not even getting laid is gonna help now. He is still staring at me, smiling, and it's pissing me off.

My patience snaps. I grab the collar of his T-shirt and pull him upright. We are about the same height, but I am much much bigger. Christ, he’s pliant, which only increases my confusion.

“Was it on your brother's orders?” I snarl, our noses nearly touching. His eyes have gone all shiny and hooded. Is he high?

“Step brother, and no, it was my idea. Shay came to protect me. I wanted to prove to Jake that I can deal on my own, but I didn't realize where the boundary of our turf was until it was too late and Shay jumped in, that's when it all kicked off.”

I push him back down into his seat and walk back around the desk to sit across from him. I place my hands on the flat surface and stare into those doe eyes of his.

“We both know that's bullshit. I've been doing this long enough to know when I'm being lied to, but I'll play along. Here's the deal. You get me proof of what Jake is up to and who else is involved, and you are off the hook. I want to know who he is in contact with outside our guys.”

“But what if I don't do it?” he asks.

So naive.

“I will cut your fucking tongue out and kill everything you love.” I mean every word.

His eyes widen. He knows I ain't playing. Slowly, he nods with a hesitant, “Okay,” coming from those biteable lips. Has he got a multiple personality disorder? He has gone from a weird smiley guy who isn't affected by anything, to timid and shy. The shift is so sudden that it's jarring. I get up and move to the door and as I open it, Jules walks in. Okay, meeting is over.

“Take him home and make sure he has a burner with my number on it. Don't mention this to anyone else,” I tell Jules.

“Got it. Come on, shithead, let's get you home,'' Jules says, walking towards the door.

Pete stands to follow but stops in front of me, nibbling at his lower lip as if he is trying to control himself from speaking. Shocker, it doesn't work.

“It was great meeting you, Vegas.” My name is a rumbling purr, an octave deeper than his usual voice and intense arousal rolls over my skin. Then off he goes after Jules, severing the moment and leaving my brain in the confused fog he pulled it into.

What the fuck is going on today? Have I slipped into another timeline, or did that interaction actually happen?

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