VEGASPETE🔞+KILL FOR YOU

Chepter 26

VEGAS POV

Iam so fucking stupid. What the hell have I signed up for? I'm such an idiot for giving in, but seeing him all over Kai, it completely blindsided me. I have never experienced possessiveness like that over anyone, and the thought of someone else touching Pete made me see red.

It took all I had not to cut Kai’s throat, but I knew what Pete was doing. The wild little shit. He may be hot, the best fuck I have had, and kinky, but he is completely unstable, weird, and beyond needy for attention. I think he needs help, but it also makes him perfect for someone like me. I could never do normal. We are not normal and that makes it feel normal, normal for us anyway. For fucks sake, I need to stop rambling to myself and just accept the fact that I have a clingy fucker who wants me and if triggered may kill others or cut me up in a jealous rage.

I smile to myself. That thought turns me on like nothing else. Fucking doe. Kinn won't let me hear the end of this … oh god, Porsch will love it, the little prick. May be best to keep it quiet. I don’t have to confirm anything. We aren’t in a relationship, we are just fucking together and playing. But only with each other.

Pete is such a complex guy, but I have started to notice that the more time he spends around me in my surroundings, he is less erratic and more present. There is an openness, and he revels in what's around him. The handful of times where he was quiet and vulnerable haven't happened for a while. He appears more confident, he isn’t afraid to show that he wants me to himself, or demand for my eyes to be on him.

It's kind of refreshing getting what you see without the bullshit filters, pretending to be someone you are not. It actually makes me feel like I can be myself too. Kinn is the only one who knows the real me, but I think Pete compliments my needs and makes whatever lives in me come to the surface. Is that a good thing? I don't know, but it's thrilling.

We walk into Kinn’s office where he is texting on his phone, sitting behind his desk. I push Pete down into the chair and he sits without complaint.

I stand behind him. There’s only one chair in the room—and subconsciously put my hand around the back of his neck, squeezing. Pete leans into my grip, his shoulders relaxing, less tense than when we walked in. Kinn doesn't miss anything, losing interest in his phone, taking note of where my hand is. He looks up at me and whatever expression is on my face, he doesn't say anything, doesn't even smirk or make a smartass comment. But I have no doubt he will be fishing for information later.

“Pete, Vegas said that Jake mentioned he is leaving?” Kinn asks.

I let go of him, but he grabs my wrist, stopping me from pulling away, so I grasp back onto his neck. Just like I thought, my touch grounds him, and it's a fucking buzz knowing I have that much dominance over him. I clamp down the acute feeling of wanting to lift him up and take him against the wall, rut into him and claim him.

“Yeah, well he wants me to go. He has been erratic for days and he’s getting more controlling. I shouldn't be here. If I'm not home when he gets back, he promised to hurt me, and it’ll be worse than before,” Pete says too casually, like this is standard sibling behavior.

Kinn watches him quietly. “Well, we are bringing them in tonight, Pete. Simon and Jules are on it now, trying to track them down, so I wouldn't worry.”

“You didn’t say anything before?” I growl. I hate being left out of the loop.

“I'm telling you now. It was a last minute decision. I want this to be finished as much as you do, Vegas. Makes me antsy knowing we may have more traitors around us,” he says.

Pete turns in his seat to look up at me, those big innocent brown eyes begging. I'm not sure what for until he opens his mouth.

“You promised I could kill him.” His eyes flash from begging to cold murder. Fuck. I am so turned on at the thought of watching Pete hurt and kill his stepbrother. I never would have thought that would be a thing, but I’m finding out a lot about myself with doe around.

“I promise,” I say. I won't go against my word.

He gives a curt nod, and faces back to Kinn.

“Fine. I'll let you know when they are back. Why don't you both go relax or whatever? It's gonna be a long night if Vegas has his way.” He laughs but he is not wrong.

I have been waiting for what feels like years to have Jake and his boys in my pen. And I will savor every moment of it. I might actually film it.

“I need to go back to the apartment to get some of my stuff, Vegas, I don't want to risk leaving any shit there in case they go back,” Pete says.

“I don't think that's a good idea, Pete,” Kinn says, and I agree.

“I wasn’t asking. There are some things I need,” he insists. Brave little Pete. Kinn won’t appreciate that tone, but he doesn't say anything to Pete.

“Like what?” I ask. “What could be so important?”

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