VEGASPETE🔞+KILL FOR YOU

Chepter 20

VEGAS POV

Waking up, I let out a long yawn as I stretch my hands over my head. My body aches like a bitch this morning. From playing in the pen, to fucking Pete through last night like a wild beast, I feel like my body has aged a decade.

I turn my head to the side to see the empty space. I'm kinda surprised he didn't stay. He is so random that I was expecting him to be hovering around me, but I'm glad he left. He is a distraction and the most needy and codependent person I have met. I don't need that shit in my life, even if he is the best fuck I have had in years.

Pete. Those innocent-looking wide eyes that hero worship me for whatever reason, but it's a paradox. Last night, I truly saw the real Pete behind his multiple masks. He craves attention and craves violence to obnoxious levels. It turns him on. It was a fucking rush being with someone that uninhibited, freely displaying the wild unhinged parts of them. But I had my fill of everything I needed last night, and for the first time in weeks, I have slept like a baby. I feel like myself again.

My stomach rumbles loudly. I get up and throw on my shorts and T-shirt, take a piss, and head to the kitchen where I pray our own little Prince Porsch has at least made the coffee. Not that I would tell the little fucker, but he is the only one who makes a decent cup.

Walking into the kitchen, shocker, Kinn has Porsch in his lap. Do they ever fucking stop? Rolling my eyes to myself, I walk towards the table noticing the large pot that has hardly been touched, excellent. Pouring myself a cup, I am aware that they are watching me. Such nosy fuckers.

"What?" I snap. I've been awake five minutes and I'm already irritated.

"Wow, I thought you would be more relaxed after yesterday but clearly not. Did little Pete not say goodbye?" Kinn chuckles, and I send him a death glare that halts his laughter.

"Don't fucking call him that. I should cut Jules' tongue out for telling you that shit. Yes he has gone, yes we fucked all night long, and yes it was fantastic. Now it's done. So can we move on or do you need some more gossip for your knitting circle later?"

"I met him before he left. He's an interesting guy, Vegas," Porsch says.

"Interesting is certainly a word you could use. Mentally deranged is another," I say.

"Yeah, I heard about the antics in the pen," Porsch jokes.

"Yep. Seems to be some kind of aphrodisiac down there, like when you were finger fucked by Kinn in front of all of us, remember?" Take that you little shit. Porsch scowls at me. Hypocrite.

"Watch it Vegas," Kinn warns. Predictable.

"Or what? Just 'cos you are together, does not mean Porsch can speak to me how he wants or interfere in my business, so maybe you should watch the fuck out, Kinn." I'm not sure why I am defensive or snappy, but I hate people in my business and these two are the worst.

"I get it. Sorry, Vegas. I won't mention it again," Porsch apologizes while Kinn clenches his jaw, trying to hold back whatever bullshit he wants to throw at me. I stare just as hard. They need to back the fuck off, and I'm going to change the subject before we get all physical with each other.

"What are we doing now about Jake and the crew? Are we bringing them in?" I ask.

"Yeah, planning on bringing them in tomorrow. Simon says rumors have been circulating, everyone talking about something happening and being paranoid so don't want to spook them. I wanna do it quietly. We still don't know for sure if any other members from our side are involved. Mario may not have known the full truth."

"Agreed. Okay. I'm gonna work out and then I'll be heading to Starlight. Vince is coming over to look at the books."

Vince is sort of an accountant. He makes sure the books look good and money is filtered through without suspicion.