VEGASPETE🔞+HER CRUEL BODYGUARD

Prologue

VEGAS

I was a loyal soldier.

Being Enforcer for the Bangkok Outfit had been a matter of pride. That I enjoyed breaking bones and my task allowed me to do so had been an additional bonus. I was good at it. I enjoyed it.

What I didn't enjoy was listening to the inane chatter of a teenage boy.

Unfortunately, my brutal talents had led to my Capo asking me to become his son 's personal body guard.

Playing bodyguard slash babysitter to his oldest spawn had never been my idea of serving the cause.

"You can't say no," my father had argued, his eyes wide with alarm when I'd told him I was considering to do so.

"I'm not like you, Dad. I don't have the patience to hover beside a spoiled mafia boy and listen to he endless bitching with he friends. I'm a soldier, not a nanny."

"You can't say no to your Capo. It's an honor."

I shook my head. "I want to work with my hands. I want to break bones. I want to destroy our enemies."

"You should reconsider your decision," Dad said imploringly. "If your Capo asks you to become his son's bodyguard, there's only one viable answer, Vegas, and that's yes."

I had absolutely no intention of reconsidering my decision or say yes, no matter what Dad said. Alex and I were a good team. We had been working together as Enforcers for years and yet it never got boring. Why would I give that up for a job I would undoubtedly despise?

No matter what Phongsakorn Saengtham said, I would stand my ground and remain Enforcer.

"Why don't you come over to our house to tell me your decision?" Phongsakorn Saengtham had said during our brief call. "Five o'clock."

He hung up before I could tell him my answer over the phone. Sighing, I resigned myself to a fucking awkward meeting with my Capo. Phongsakorn Saengtham said had a way with words plus a subtle cunning that made people do what he wanted.

I rang the bell, glancing back at my black 1969 Camaro, hoping I would be back inside it, racing down the streets of Thailand soon. These kinds of social engagements were the bane of my fucking existence and I usually avoided them.

It wasn't Phongsakorn Saengtham who opened the door, nor a maid. In front of me, smiling in a sophisticated, polite way, stood Valentina Saengtham. She was tall, with long brown hair and green eyes that trapped you like a cat did a mouse. That she could make me feel like one of these small fluff balls of vermin made me even more wary to work in their household.

I gave her a nod and polite smile in return. "Your husband asked me to come over."

"Oh, I know," she said. "I thought it would be a great idea to have you meet our son right away. Why wait?"

I cleared my throat, about to say what I'd come here to say, when Phongsakorn Saengtham appeared behind Valentina and put a hand on her shoulder. "Vegas," he said with a curt nod.

"I'm glad that Pete will have such a capable bodyguard at he side," Valentina said, not missing a beat, giving me the smile of a woman who had a subtle way to get her will, and seeing it I knew exactly why.

"The thing is," I began as Valentina ushered me in. Both Phongsakorn Saengtham and Valentina looked at me.

"Yes?" Valentina asked.

My father's words flew around my brain like an annoying fly you couldn't swat away. Standing in the Saengtham's mansion and seeing their expectant faces, I realized there was no way I could refuse their offer. At least not yet. Maybe I could work as bodyguard for one or two years and then ask Phongsakorn Saengtham to put me back to the task of torturing people for information.