VEGASPETE🔞+HER CRUEL BODYGUARD

Chepter 35[⚠️+]

PETE POV

An invisible barrier had built between Vegas and me since our conversation in the groom store a week ago. We hadn’t slept together again. We’d kept the distance we’d agreed on but so far I didn’t long any less for him. A week was too little time to forget what we’d had. I focused on my annoyance toward him.

Vegas walked a couple of steps behind me. I couldn’t even look at him. I felt guilty because he had to accompany me to a lunch with Marco, but at the same time angry because he wanted me to feel guilty. He blamed me for something that he’d known from the very start. I’d never lied to him. We both knew our relationship had an expiration date. Three weeks. Or maybe it had already expired. It definitely felt that way.

I stepped into the restaurant. Marco and two bodyguards were already there.

“Of course, Marco needs two guards to protect his pampered ass,” Vegas muttered under his breath.

His words put fuel to the fire of my anger at him, at myself, at the situation, even at Marco. I turned to him, hissing, “Stop insulting Marco. Grow up and get over your hurt pride. I’m going to marry him, accept it and move on.”

Vegas’s expression became stone, but his eyes sent another stab of guilt through me before they too became hard and cold.

He nodded once. “I’ll be over in the corner doing my job.”

With a stiff smile, I walked over to Marco and greeted him with a quick peck on the cheek before he could kiss me on the lips, then sat down across from him.

His blue eyes flitted between me and Vegas. “Everything all right?”

“Of course. My bodyguard is only counting the days until he’ll be freed of me. He hates the job.”

Marco narrowed his eyes in thought. “You’re a very good liar, but he carries his emotions on the sleeve. Will he cause problems?”

My smile became thinner. “You can stop asking me that. I told you he won’t. Let’s talk about the reason for this meeting.”

“There have arisen some safety concerns regarding the wedding, so we might have to switch the location to prevent an incident.”

My mouth fell open. “You want to switch locations three weeks before our wedding?”

“It’s necessary. My father is very concerned for his, and possibly my safety.”

“Is that the reason for the two guards?”

He nodded.

I leaned forward. “Is this because of your father’s pro-choice stance?”

“It is. He got several threats on his life since then and because I stand by him on this, I got them too.”

“You’re marrying into the mob. This wedding will be safe, don’t worry. My father has arranged the highest security measures possible.”

“Still, the location has been public knowledge for a long time. A last-minute change will make possible attack plans even more difficult.”

“If someone wants to kill your father and you, they won’t pick a mob wedding for that. Even a fanatic will pick a more successful option.”

“It would be a very public statement.”

“Any time someone attacks you or him will be a public statement.”

I caught Vegas moving across the room. He was running like a madman, his gun drawn.

Our eyes met and in his, I caught pure determination but also blank fear. A shot tore through the room, and blood splattered my face. Vegas collided with me, tearing me to the ground, toppling over my chair. I landed on the floor, my ears and head ringing from the impact. Vegas shielded me with his body, completely covering me and trying to drag me away.