VEGASPETE🔞+HER CRUEL BODYGUARD

Chepter 6

PETE POV

I was drawing in my room, playing around with different variations of an evening dress. The scratching of my pencil on paper always calmed me. Our kiss had left me restless.

I wanted more. I also wanted to pay Vegas back for being a dick, which was at odds with my first want, or maybe not.

I crumpled the paper. I couldn't focus on drawing.

"Pete!"

I groaned.

"Pete!" Steps akin to a charging rhino, thundered upstairs and toward my door.

"Pete!"

I sighed.

The door burst open and Leonas appeared in the doorway.

"What?"

He smirked and leaned against the doorframe, waving a letter in front of him.

I narrowed my eyes. "What is that?"

He shrugged with a triumphant smile.

I stared. If I gave him a stronger reaction, he'd only annoy me more. After the argument with Vegas yesterday, I wasn't in the mood for his games.

"It's from France."

I perked up.

"A fashion institute."

I jumped off my chair and rushed toward Leonas. "Give it to me!"

His smile widened and he lifted the letter over his head while he held me at arm's length with his other hand.

I struggled to get the letter but Leonas was taller and stronger than me. Gone were the days I could kick his scrawny ass.

"Leonas!" I hissed.

"I want something in turn."

I stopped fighting with him and crossed my arms. "Spill."

"I want to attend Marco's eighteenth birthday bash."

"Dad forbade you from any parties. You don't know when it's enough."

"That's why he won't find out. You'll sneak me in."

"Vegas and Marco will recognize you, you moron. Then it's only a matter of time before Dad knows too."

"Ah ah," Leonas drawled, wagging his finger before my face. I had the nauseating urge to bite it off. "We both know Vegas and Marco eat out of your hands, bro."

I leaned against the doorframe across from him. "All right."

"And Ricardo and RJ."

"No way!" I growled and lunged at him once more, trying to finally wrangle the letter from his hand. I punched his stomach, which made him choke-laugh. He pushed me to the ground and sat on my stomach.

"Okay, okay. I'll bring you three potheads to the party, but I won't go down with you if you get caught. And I don't want you to follow me like lost puppies."

"Newsflash, bro, we can entertain ourselves without your help."

As if I didn't know it. Those three were the bane of my existence.

"Get off me."

Leonas jumped to his feet and dropped the letter on my belly. I sat up and ripped it open with shaking hands then quickly read it, then another time to make sure I understood it right. My French was good, very good, but I was too nervous to trust my brain.

"Tell me what it says," I pressed out, holding the letter out to Leonas with a trembling hand.

Leonas cocked an eyebrow and took the letter, then groaned. "French, really?"