PETE POV
I am seething to the core when I arrive at Vegas’s. How dare he dismiss me on the phone? The bastard. I seem to be in a constant unhinged mode when around him. At least it keeps my flitty brain on track for a change.
A guy I don't recognize opens the door as I approach. Wow, he is fine as hell. He looks like Jules, but younger. Is it his son? Doesn’t matter. I walk up to him and I am surprised he knows my name.
“Hey, Pete. Kinn is in the office waiting … is Vegas not with you?” He peers over my shoulder.
“No, hopefully the asshole got stuck in the snow somewhere.”
He grins at that which only makes him even more handsome. This house is a gay man's fantasy with all these hot alpha males. “Giving you a hard time?” he teases.
“Just being a dick. What's your name?” I ask
“Oh sorry, it's Kai. I'm Jules' nephew.”
Ahh nephew, now it makes sense.
Hearing a car approach, the hair on my skin prickles. I just know it's Vegas. Even his truck sounds moody.
Like a lightbulb moment, an idea hits me. Kai gives me the perfect opportunity to test my theory that Vegas does want me. I’ll see if he gets as jealous as I do.
You know, the mature approach.
Loud footsteps that sound like they are on a mission, approach the door. I lean into Kai’s space, knowing that Vegas can now see us as he enters the foyer. Excitement boils inside me in anticipation of pissing him off.
“That explains it. You look just like him, but a hotter version.” I try to flirt but I have never done it before, so I'm not sure if it sounds right or if the fake grin on my face is flirty or murderous.
“This isn’t a good idea, he looks ready to kill us,” Kai whispers.
I smile again. “Good.”
He shakes his head with an uncomfortable smile, and I lean in a little closer. Kai stiffens. I know I shouldn’t do this because he’ll also be on the receiving end of Vegas's anger, but I can’t stop myself. Besides, Vegas doesn't give a shit, right?
Moving closer to his ear I whisper, “Just go with it.” For a second I get distracted by the encapsulating spicy smell from Kai. Damn, he smells good.
Before I have a chance to pull away, a large familiar hand grabs the back of my neck, making me wince. It’s fucking painful.
“Fuck off, Kai,” Vegas says and the flame of passion that has been ignited makes my body sing in delight. I knew it.
Keeping a punishing grip on my neck, he guides me roughly down the hallway, which I remember is the direction of his room. Oh fuck. This is so hot. My cock is begging to be played with right now. It's impossible to keep the victorious smile off my face as he shoves me into his room and then aggressively hurls me onto his bed, like I am weightless maiden, not a grown man.
Turning me over onto my back, he grabs my throat. Shit, I love that move. I want to beg him to grip me harder, but by the wicked squint in his eyes and the menacing line that his mouth is set in, he may actually kill me.
“This what you wanted, doe? You are such a fucking attention whore.''
I whine in response, trying to connect my cock with his, but he keeps himself above me, only touching my throat.
“What was the plan exactly, fuck Kai to make me jealous?”
“Yes, and it worked,” I say.
“I'm not jealous,” he says mockingly, but his actions say otherwise.
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FanfictionVEGAS I don't do relationships. I don't do feelings. I don't do what's considered the norm. I love hurting people. I love their screams. I love their begging. I live for it. Until him. Pete. He has his own version of crazy. His crazy mixed with mine...
