VEGASPETE🔞+HER CRUEL BODYGUARD

Chepter 10

PETE POV

Frosty.

That was the word that described my interactions with Vegas in the following weeks.

I was furious. Vegas was even more furious.

Neither of us would back down. As usual.

That’s why we hadn’t shared a word except for public pleasantries when my engagement to Marco rolled around at the start of October. Luckily, I had been busy with preparations for my engagement party, eighteenth birthday party and my move to Paris. Provoking Vegas had been the least of my worries. And if I really felt like riling him up, I still had the option of telling him about the photo I took of him and dear Dolora.

We celebrated the engagement at our home. High tables and buffet tables were still arranged in our living room and the yard from my eighteenth birthday party the day before. Though party was the wrong word for the social gathering my parents had prepared. It was a soiree that required me to smile politely and engage in small talk. Definitely not the excitement I’d hoped for. I promised myself to party once I was in Paris, away from prying eyes. Vegas could sulk all he wanted, I’d have the time of my life in Paris.

I’d picked a white cocktail three-piece for the occasion, trying to play the good mafia prince everyone wanted me to be. Vegas didn’t react to my choice of color. Usually he would have commented on it, but he was being overly professional these days.

His vigilant mask didn’t crack in the slightest when Mrs. Clark entered the room at her husband’s side. Heat traveled up my throat. I wasn’t sure if she knew that I’d caught her with Vegas. I was pretty sure Marco was unaware of his mother’s extramarital activities and I had no intention to tell him. It would only cast a bad light on the Outfit. My loyalties didn’t lie with Marco but with my family, and I doubted that would ever change. He was a means to an end, and so was I for him.

My family greeted the Clarks under the watchful eyes of our guests. We had invited people from the political elite as well as important families from the Outfit. Of course, the press was invited as well. Clark Senior had insisted on it. His entire life played out before cameras.

Marco gave me a tense smile. In his form-fitting suit, he looked really dapper. He’d even cut his sonny boy hair short.

“You cut your hair,” I murmured.

“My father thought it would look better on camera.”

I nodded, though I didn’t agree. Then my gaze dragged over to Mrs. Clark who kept looking at Vegas. If she kept it up, someone would eventually realize something was going on between them. I really hoped Vegas would have the decency to keep his hands to himself today. If he dared banging her at my engagement party, I wouldn’t have to tell Dad about Vegas’s sexual activities, I’d kill him myself.

Fury sizzled in my belly.

I’d thought I was over my anger, but seeing Mrs. Clark now, I realized my jealousy still burned brightly. It was a very sobering realization.

I tore my gaze away and motioned Marco to follow me to the fireplace. Dad and Mr. Clark stepped in front of our guests and shook hands, then Dad addressed the crowd, officially announcing my engagement to Marco.

Team caught my eyes across the room. he stood beside he husband Boun. They seemed to have overcome some of their difficulties from the beginning of their bond. Before my birthday party, I hadn’t seen he in almost two months. I could tell that he was eager for a conversation. Talking over the phone was always risky so I hadn’t been able to share details of my recent interactions with Vegas with he yet.