VEGASPETE🔞+KILL FOR YOU

Chepter 11

VEGAS POV

What the fuck was Pete thinking following his stepbrother tonight?

Well, it is obvious the guy doesn't seem to think at all from what I have witnessed. But I can't think about that too much. A rush of excitement pounds through my system–Pete might have information, and I’ll get to have my fun, finally. I’ll find out all their secrets and get my dose of blood before I completely lose it and end up hurting someone else for no reason.

I call Kinn and let him know what's happening. He is making his way back to the house to be here for Pete’s arrival. I pace my brother's office, itching to get started on this. If I get what I want, I may even entertain the idea of fucking doe as a job well done. I might actually get some sleep tonight for the first time in over a month.

I'm not sure how much time passes, but finally, Kinn walks into the office and pats me on the shoulder.

“Finally got something to go on then, brother?” he asks as he sits in his ridiculously over the top office chair. Such a snob.

“I hope so. I only know the stupid idiot followed Jake to a meeting on his own, got some footage then realized he couldn’t get home.” I roll my eyes at the foolishness of the situation. Not that I would ever say it out loud, but I respect Pete for it. He went in without fear. Reckless, but fucking hot.

We remain in silence, awaiting the return of Jules with Pete. I can't sit still, so I return to pacing the length of Kinn’s office, while he is on his phone, no doubt texting Porsch like they are ever apart for more than ten minutes. Just as I am about to goad Kinn about Porsch, the door flies open. Pete walks in, flanked by Simon and Jules. I notice straight away the light bruises on his face, which look like they are at the end of healing. What the fuck happened? An anger stirs in me that’s foreign in its intensity. It's protective in nature and I immediately rebel against it. I only look out for my brother and that's as far as I go.

Kinn takes over the conversation, which I am grateful for. I want to know who touched Pete, more than I care about the information he came to bring me.

“You good, Pete? Your face is a little bruised,” Kinn says.

That fucking freaky smile of Pete’s appears as he answers, but his eyes remain on me as he speaks.

“Oh that wasn’t tonight. I got into a fight a few days ago. I’m good now.”

Well that smells like bullshit to me, but it's not my business. But it is.

“Alright, what you got, Pete?” Kinn gets straight down to business.

He smiles at me one last time, then takes a seat in front of my brother and starts to explain the events of tonight, from finding the text on his brother's phone and then what happened at the abandoned factory site.

Kinn’s questioning eyes flick to me now and then as Pete explains tonight in detail with such excitement, it might as well be show and tell at pre-school. I have never met someone with such varied personas, and I wonder if there are more sides to him yet to uncover.

Just another reason I need to stay away from him, his quirks and odd behavior thrill me and I need to shut that shit away. After he has finished his story of his never-ending list of stupid decisions tonight, I walk over to him. I wouldn't be surprised if he wanted a sticker saying “star pupil” on it with how eager he is.

“Give me the phone,” I order, hand stretched out to him. He passes it over and gently places it in my palm. He touches the tips of my fingers with his, keeping those doe eyes of his fixed on mine. I don’t think I am imagining the look of adoration he is aiming my way, and I have no fucking idea why, but I like it.