VEGASPETE🔞+KILL FOR YOU

🍁🍃Epilogue🍃🍁

4Months Later>

“Your new piercing looks good,” Porsche says to me from across the table. I decided to get my other eyebrow pierced, the one that hasn't been ripped. It was like my fuck you to Jake in hell. Fortunately, the small scar on my damaged brow is barely visible. Luckily, my eyebrow has grown back enough to cover it, so I don’t have to see the reminder everyday.

“Yeah, I like it.'' I smile as I take a sip of my whiskey sour. Porsche started making them for me when I moved in and it's my new favorite drink. Beers don't quite cut it anymore.

It feels so good to be out of the house, relaxing with a few drinks. Porsche has a night off tonight so we decided to enjoy ourselves at Starlight, because god forbid we went somewhere else. The brothers nearly lost their shit when we mentioned it. I don’t mind though. It's nice to kick back and enjoy the show instead of only glimpses as we work. Well, Porsche still works at the bar. Vegas is not keen on me doing that, so I tend to help out with office stuff and basically follow Vegas around. It would drive others mad being so attached at the hip with their significant other, but we’re happy, and we don’t care what others think.

Porsche and I are sitting back in the booth that is reserved at Starlight for Kinn and Vegas, enjoying a full cabaret show tonight. Not my kind of thing, but it's fun to experience a free life, to be young and smile for a change. To embrace who I am, no hiding, no fear, and to have family on my side. Because that's what the Theerapanyakul's are to me now, the family I always wanted. I would rather cut my arm off than betray them.

Things are a lot better for me too. Mentally I am coming to terms with who I am, and I accept my quirks, psycho voices and all. I’ve had a couple of nightmares where Jake tries to pry back into my brain, but as soon as I wake and see Vegas next to me, it calms me straight away. As time goes on, hopefully the nightmares will stop altogether. There was bound to be damage left from what he did to me, but Vegas and his family have glued me back together. There are still cracks, but those cracks fill more everyday.

Porsche has become a good friend since I moved into the Theerapanyakul's mansion. He's like the brother I always wanted and it's nice to have someone who understands the brothers and what it can be like to be their obsessions. Porsche struggles more than I do. More often than not I’ll do something to prod Vegas into going full deranged on my ass.

As Porsche and I are enjoying a general chit-chat, movement casts a shadow over the little lamp on our table. I assume it's the brothers but when I look up it's two burly guys. I can tell straight away they are gonna be a problem, especially with how the blond is leering at me. His redhead friend tries to sit next to Porsche.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Porsche challenges as creepy red moves into the booth next to him.

“What? Don’t want the company? I heard you two like men and you're hot. Thought you'd be up for a good time,” redhead says.

Ick.

“Fuck off, man. We ain’t interested,'' I snap.

But that doesn't seem to do anything but encourage them. I move to grab my switchblade in my pocket, which Porsche sees and subtly shakes his head and nods, cocking his head to the side. I follow where he’s pointing to. Vegas and Kinn are storming over here. Oh shit, this will be fun. I'm already starting to get hard, watching the look of murder that's written across Vegas’s stern face. I'm so damn lucky. He’s so fucking hot. I want him to fuck me right here in front of everyone.

Arriving at the booth, Kinn strikes first, grabbing the head of red hair from beside Porsche, pulling the big guy out of the booth and onto the floor. He kicks him in the stomach. Jules storms over with Simon and Kai. Jules helps grab the redhead.

“Do you have a death wish, touching my man, fuckhead?” Kinn shouts at the redhead on the floor.

Meanwhile, Vegas stealthily moves over and punches the blond who is still standing above me. He falls back into the wall next to the booth. Vegas holds the guy's head low and knees him in the face, making him fall flat to the ground. Fuck yes!

“Do you know who we are?” Kinn asks the redhead who is shooting daggers at Kinn. Oh boy, I don't think he does.

“I don't give a shit who you are,” he says.

Vegas and Kinn laugh, and it sounds like the belly of evil as it rumbles from their mouths.

“Well, let us introduce ourselves. I am Vegas Theerapanyakul, and this is my brother Kinn. These are our guys, does that help?” Vegas snarls. He sounds like a lion. I want him to mate me.

The redhead’s face pales. Ah, so he does know who they are.

“Oh shit. I thought you owned the strip joint, not this place,” he says, floundering, but it’s too late.

“Well, now you know, and I think you need to be taught a lesson in not touching other people's things without permission,” Vegas says, the excitement written all over his face.

“Wait!” the blond shouts, holding onto what looks like a broken nose. “It's not like we knew. We ain't from round here,” he pleads.

“Oh shucks, but you will learn for the future. Boys, take them out back, we will be there in a minute,” Vegas orders, his eyes now focused on me.

I rub my cock under the table. I can’t help it. I can already see the preview in my head. Vegas glances down to my lap with an appreciative smile on his face. He leans over the table. “Wanna watch me play, doe?” he asks.

That voice. Goddamn.

“Fuck yeah, then I want you to fuck me after,” I demand.

“Pete, seriously? I didn't need to know that,” Porsche bemoans beside me. I forgot he was there.

“Stop being a prude, Porsche,” Vegas teases and grabs my neck. I love the way he holds me.

“You coming, Porsche?” I ask

“To the violence orgy? No thanks, I'm good. I'll wait here for Kinn,” he says and continues to sip on his drink.

Kinn bends down to whisper something to him before kissing him. We walk out, all eyes on our movements, but nobody says anything.

“Time to play,” Vegas whispers in my ear.

“Love you, baby,” I say, just to piss him off. He growls and grabs my ass.

“I'd kill for you, you little Pete,” he says.

I cuddle up in his arms, which is a new thing, and bask in the attention and safety I feel with him here.

That feeling of utter contentment. That feeling of home.

~End of Epilogue~

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