Dear Husband (VegasPete)

Chapter 30

Brrr Brrrt

Vegas wanted to curse. He had just fallen asleep after talking all night with Pete in his arms, but his phone wouldn't stop vibrating. His phone was left on the floor, strewn with their clothes from last night's sex and to turn it off, he had to actually get out of bed.

Slowly and very carefully, he moved Pete's head from his arms to the pillow and stood up before pulling the blanket to cover his body. He stared at Pete's face for a moment, a small smile on his face as Pete looked like he was sleeping soundly with his mouth slightly open. He knew how hard Pete had tried to sleep before just so he could see his past one more time. However, from his contented expression, it looked like he was having a better dream.

His phone vibrated again, he quickly grabbed it and went to the balcony, closing the door behind him so Pete wouldn't be disturbed by his voice.

"This better be emergency, Nop." Vegas answered the phone in annoyance.

Nop was silent for a moment, "It's 9 am, Boss."

"Whatever. What's wrong?" Vegas replied.

"Time contacted me last night." Nop said.

Vegas frowned, "Time?"

"Yes, your drug dealer, Boss." It sounded wrong, but Vegas ignored it, "He told me he couldn't get through you."

"What did he want?" Vegas asked.

"I don't know, Boss, but he was really upset. He begged you to contact him even though I told him you were very busy." Nop replied, "He said it was very important."

Vegas sighed and hung up the phone. He remembered blocking Time's number as soon as he was done with Tawan at the club. He thought he would never have to contact him again.

Time might have been a drug dealer in the past, but they were not close. Their relationship was limited to sellers and customers. He met Time through Tawan, a man who was only a few years older than him but had very extensive connections throughout the city. He could go to any club and sell his goods without much trouble. He once boasted that he had insiders in the mafia and authorities. For someone like him to suddenly contact him, it meant something was wrong and Vegas might be his last resort.

After pondering for a few minutes, he decided to unblock Time's number on his phone and call him. It only took two rings for Time to answer his call, as if he was waiting for him.

"Vegas!!" Time answered hurriedly, "Finally! I've been trying to contact you!"

"What do you want, Time?" Vegas answered coldly on purpose. He planned to hear what Time had to say first before deciding whether to help him or not.

"I need your help. Tawan owes me a lot of money and I can't contact him." Time replied, "If I don't have the money by the end of the day, I'll be in big trouble."

Vegas snorted. This was a complete waste of his precious sleep time, "I don't want to pay Tawan's debt if that's what you want. Don't contact me again."

Vegas was about to hang up, but Time quickly added, "But he said he could get money from you!"

Vegas frowned, "From me?"

"—or from his brother, I mean your husband."

"Explain."

"He called me, Sunday morning, asking me to sell a large amount of illegal drugs. It was a good deal, especially since he offered me double the price as long as I could deliver it before nightfall." Time explained, "I agreed to the condition of paying the down payment, but he refused and said he would pay in two days after receiving the money from your husband."