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☙Vegas & Pete❧
Vegas and Pete had forged their safe haven with a love that was like an unwavering light in the darkness. They were each other's vital force and their beautiful family was not only feared, but also envied.
Vegas and Pete were a match made in heaven.
Or hell, if you prefer.
Pete was helping with bodyguard training for both the minor and main families. Once in a blue moon, and only in very special missions, he would suit up and join Vegas or act like a bodyguard. He really missed that.
Vegas was working more than ever together with Kinn and Porsche and the Theerapanyakul had become even more powerful. Vegas both loved and hated to do the dirty work. Several times he was the only man for the job. If information was too difficult to get or some negotiation was not running as smoothly as they expected, he would be called to help. Vegas would do anything for Pete’s happiness, even try to be a good father to Venice.
Lately, however, Vegas would catch himself feeling nostalgic. He would roll his eyes most of the time at work and find anything but Pete boring. His inner beast was starving and even if Pete had its leash, that thing was close to spiraling out of control.
So this past week, when this threat appeared, Vegas’ eyes started showing an old spooky glow. His senses sharpened and his instincts dominated his actions. He felt super excited, like a naughty little kid waiting for his gift on Christmas Eve. This year he had been a good boy, his best.
Pete noticed that and was also content, he would put his skills to good use. He knew torturing would be more fun with Vegas next to him and anticipation butterflies were already dancing in his stomach.
It had been too long since they did something bloody outside their own world. 'Families that torture together stay together', Vegas used to say with a smile on his face back then. Now, Pete was wearing his best smile as he drove to his destination.