VEGASPETE🔞+HER CRUEL BODYGUARD

Chepter 9

VEGAS POV

I couldn’t remember the last time I’ve been this pissed.

Pete was playing a dangerous game, and unfortunately, I was a sucker and kept getting sucked into he games.

I went in search of Leonas. I finally found him in one of the guest bedrooms with a dark-haired girl kneeling in front of him, giving him head. The room smelled of pot, and judging from the sappy look on the girl’s face and Leonas’s shit-eating grin, they’d both smoked weed.

The Saengtham kids would be my downfall. Eventually I’d kill one of them.

“Put your dick back where it belongs,” I growled.

The little shit actually gave me a smile that suggested it was exactly where it belonged. I took out my phone and snapped a photo. “I’ll send it to your mother. Maybe she can reason with your horny, stoned mind.”

Leonas staggered back from the girl and tried to storm toward me. “Shit, man. That’s no joke.”

“Do I look like I’m joking? I’m fucking done with you and Pete grating on my fucking nerves. I don’t care if you fuck half of Bangkok but don’t do it on my watch.”

I slipped the phone into my back pocket.

“Did you send it?” Leonas asked, worried as he pulled up his pants.

At least, the little shit had enough respect for his mom not to want to have he see a photo of him in a situation like this. Considering how much he loved provoking his dad, he probably wouldn’t have reacted the same way if I’d threatened to send it to him. I was the same way. That’s the problem if you love your kids and can’t torture them to see reason. My dad had given me a thrashing a few times but I’d never been a pussy so it hadn’t had the desired effect. Phongsakorn Saengtham faced the same problem with Leonas. The boy was tough as nails and strong-willed, a shitty combination.

I grabbed his collar and pushed him out into the hallway, then walked past him.

“Not yet, but I’ll keep it in case you give me trouble in the future.”

He stalked after me. “That’s blackmail.”

I gave him a look as we made our way down the stairs and past increasingly drunk teens. “Blackmail is the currency of choice for your brother and you,” I said as I stepped outside, glad to be away from the party and Mrs. Clark. I could tell she was one of these lonely, clingy types. One fuck and she thought there was a deep connection.

“You don’t have to vent your troubles with my bro on me. I don’t give a fuck if you two are getting it on, but leave me out of it.”

Pete glared at me from the back seat. Boy usually left me cold. They never got my blood boiling from anger or any other reason, because I didn’t care about them. But Pete?

Fuck. he was my goddamn gasoline.

“Get in the car, or I’ll send the photo off, and stop talking shit,” I ordered before I rounded the car and slid in behind the steering wheel and started the engine.

“What about Riccardo and RJ?” Leonas asked as he sank down beside his brother.

“They aren’t my wards, and if anyone asks, I never saw them. I didn’t even know you were on the party.”

“You’re an asshole,” Leonas muttered.

“He knows, and he likes it,” Pete added, giving me the evil eye.

I hit the gas. I needed to get Pete off my back. This was getting too dangerous between us.

I reached inside my pants and found the handkerchief where Dolora Clark had written down the number of her second cell phone. I rolled down the window and tossed the piece of white fabric out.