VEGASPETE🔞+KILL FOR YOU

Chepter 24

VEGAS POV

As Pete leaves, I could punch my own face for giving into those big brown eyes and fucking him over my desk. I'm a bad man, so when it's offered so freely I won't say no, but I’m more concerned that Pete is unlike most hookups. He is more likely to cut off my dick in a jealous rage than he is to listen to reason as to why I can't offer him anything. The need in him is palpable and it calls to me like a moth to a flame. The rush of having someone to share the pain and violence, to feed that bloodthirst along with sexual craving, is hard to ignore. But I can tell it's more for him. I do think he would do whatever I asked, and fuck does that make me a hot mess. To have him as my own little doe-eyed monster. For him to watch me play, and to let me use him as a sex toy when I want, wherever I want, brings forward a possessive side I didn't think I had.

Kinn is the possessive one, whereas I have needs, but have never been attached to anyone or anything. It could become a problem if I allow it. I know Pete sees the true me. We are the same in some ways, and I think that's what makes it different. Even with that truth, he still looks like he wants me.

Grabbing my cell phone, I hit the dial on Kinn’s name and wait for him to answer. “We've got a problem,” I say as soon as he picks up.

“Okay, what's going on?”

“Pete stopped by the club and said that Jake is planning to leave town. I'm not sure when but it sounds like it will be soon.”

A long pause follows.

“I don't know if anyone has tipped them off but we need to bring them in, Kinn,” I say.

“Fuck, okay. Meet me back at the house in an hour and bring Pete with you. We will get to work.”

“Fine.” I end the call.

The warm sensation that builds in my chest at the idea of playing in the pen, sends me into a giddy state with a half-hard cock bulging in my pants to match. It also helps that the idea of Pete watching me work again has me nearly fully erect. He fucking loved watching me last time, and while it was distracting, it made it so much more enjoyable, knowing that every cut I made, every drop of blood lost, was turning him on as much as it was me. Sharing that hunger with another was a special experience, like some spiritual shit where I’m walking on air with nothing but power driving me. This should put a smile on doe’s face.

I head out of the office, expecting to see Pete at the bar talking to Porsch, but he isn't there. I walk over to Porsch who is making some weird-looking green cocktail.

“Where’d he go?” I ask.

“You mean Pete, I assume?” he snarks.

He lifts the side of his mouth upwards, trying to annoy me on purpose. I think Kinn needs to work on his punishments better. Actually, maybe it should be a family event, putting the cocky shit in his place.

“Yes, you bratty little fuck.”

He shakes his head smiling, like he of course knew I would take the bait. Prick.

“He said he had to get home before his stepbrother gets back.”

“I’m gonna kill the little shit. I’m heading back to the house, so I'll call him on the way. Just so you know, we may all be busy in the pen when you get back later.”

“I know. Kinn already called.”

“Of course he did. Can you take a piss without telling each other?”

“Yes, we do have some boundaries, Vegas. Now fuck off. I’m working and your face is scaring the customers.”

“I'm having a word with Kinn about you. He clearly doesn't spank that ass enough.”

His mouth gapes, and he is unusually quiet. A self-satisfied grin beams across my face. He didn't know that I am aware of exactly what my brother does to him. And I don't blame him. “I might suggest that we all take part, help Kinn out.”

“Ha. Yeah, right. Kinn would kill you,” he says.

“Well, we could find out … he does put family first. I’ll let you know what he says.” I turn to walk out before he can say anything. I wouldn't ever suggest such a thing, but it feels good to have pissed Porsch off.

Leaving Starlight, I am thankful that it has stopped snowing. I head towards my truck and call Pete. The little shit can't have gotten far. He answers right away.

“Vegas,” he says.

I love the way he says my name into the phone.

“I thought I told you to wait at the bar? Get over to my house. Kinn wants you to be there for an update.”

“I can't, Jake will wonder where I am and I don't want another beating, Vegas,” he says.

“Pete, get the Uber to bring you to mine now. Otherwise I will come over to yours, tie you up and carry you over my shoulder whether your stepbrother is home or not. I am your boss. So you do as you are told,” I say, making it very clear who is in charge.

“Ugh, fine.” A momentary silence is then followed by, “If I stay will you fuck me again?”

Talking to Pete is hard work when he shifts so quickly with his train of thought. It's fucking exhausting. But, hell am I tempted to fuck him again, even though that side of our relationship needs to end. I have already done more than I usually do, plus his jealousy is beyond the realm of normal, not that anything he does is normal.

“Pete, you know there is no more fucking. No more anything. It's done. Now get over to the house.”

“Fuck you, Vegas,” he snaps and my fury rises further when he hangs up on me.

He needs some fucking discipline, but that's not my problem. It has to be this way now. Plus, after we bring Jake in, he will be free to do as he wants, get away from this town, and start anew. I try to ignore the slight ache that pinches in my stomach at the thought of not seeing Pete again, but this is for the best. My family comes first and there is no room for anyone else. I don't need the hassle.

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