I Get Heaven to Myself (Minor Family Supremacy Series: Vegas) (VegasPete)

Chapter 9: Vegas

    I knew I was taking a huge risk in showing my face at the main family compound when I was under suspicion. Not only that, but I was doing one of the riskiest things: trying to take Porsche right from under Kinn's nose. For my plan to succeed, I needed Porsche to be on my side. If we were on the same team, even if we were confronted on the way out, Porsche would be an ally and could help me survive. When it came to me, Porsche hadn't always had the warmest reception but I was placing more weight on his curiosity and doubts about Kinn. That would be enough leverage to swing him more solidly to my side. I knew it.

    "Run away with me, Porsche," I said before launching into a speech about how Tawan was scheming to break the two families apart, using both myself and Porsche as tools.

    Just as I anticipated, Porsche wasn't taking the bait so easily. He was a fish that would rather starve than be caught.

    "And how can I know that you're telling the truth, Vegas?"

    I took a deep breath, reaching deep within my recesses for a satisfactory response. While I locked many parts of myself away long ago to be able to function on a daily basis, there were core truths that I could not deny about myself. I would never consider myself to be a good person, by any standard definition. I regaled in being "bad". It was a comfort zone where I was untouchable. I was without weakness, like regard or concern for others and their feelings. But I knew that if someone ever crossed that line with me if someone ever became embedded in my heart, I would cross into hell and back for them. I would truly be invincible. Nothing would be outside of my capabilities.

    Choosing my words carefully, I very honestly said, "No matter how bad I am, if it's for the person I love, I will never hurt his feelings."

    Despite me not indicating Porsche was that person, he seemed to accept my answer. Moving quickly, I unlocked his cage and the handcuffs around his wrists. I was always carrying handcuff keys. You never knew when you might need them.

    "If I run, I'll become a traitor," Porsche said, the pain evident in his voice. Porsche was a straightforward man, and it physically pained him to be misunderstood by those he cared about.

    I told Porsche that he needed to come with me, as action was the best move for him. We could not sit idly by and let Kinn and his jealousy damn him. No, we needed to do something to prove his innocence, but the choice was his to make. Porsche accepted my words and grabbed the hand I reached out with. We were about to rush up the stairs when a familiar voice stopped us.

    "Stop!" Pete shouted, pointing his gun in our faces. "Don't make this hard on me."

    I had made my choice and picked my side, and it seemed like Pete had done the same. Porsche was his best friend, but you would never guess that by the firm grip holding the gun in Porsche's direction. Pete's eyes were clear and devoid of emotion. What a cold motherfucker. I wanted to pick him apart, even more, to see if he bled loyalty. Having little choice, I took a step toward Pete, stopping when his aim moved from Porsche to fix on me. Immediately my arms moved to show I was unarmed. I noticed then that Pete's finger wasn't even on the trigger. He didn't want to hurt us.

    In the blink of an eye, Porsche was moving, working to disarm his friend while telling me to go. I didn't need to be told twice, taking the stairs while betting on Porsche being the more desperate of the two.

    I was right because Porsche found me out front where I was hiding behind a pillar waiting for him. I was ready to run in case the household was alerted to my presence. Kinn seemed to be wanting to keep Porsche's escape a secret if he was even aware of it yet, and Porsche and I were able to get away. We stopped on a bridge to get some fresh air and regroup. I wanted to ask about Pete, but I didn't want to answer any of Porsche's questions about why I cared.