Chapter 22: This Is Our Friendship

                                    

                                          
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PETE:
I was sitting in my car, wondering what Vegas was going to do to me when we got home. While driving, Porsche explained to them what exactly was going on, although after the expression Kinn was throwing at him, I knew that his words would not change a thing. The punishment was going to take place, no matter what our excuses were. I tried to keep quiet and not upset Vegas any more, I already felt an imaginary pain at the very thought of what he was going to do to me. It was true that delightful chills ran down my spine as I imagined all these sinful things, but I knew this was not the time and place for such feelings.
- Well, it didn't work out well for us - Porsche's laughing voice dragged me to the ground.
I closed my eyes, taking a deep breath. Now we were alone in the car while Vegas and Kinn were taking care of the people we had kidnapped. Porsche really wanted to help, but one look was thrown by his man and he stayed quietly in the car. I didn't even try to argue.
- This is sooo your fault, do you know do you even realize WHAT is gonna to happen to my ass ?! - I looked at him angrily, and he just shrugged.
- You're exaggerating, I know how much you like yours and Vegas's games - I blushed at that.
Yes, I liked our games. I liked how possessive Vegas was, how he cared for every inch of my body, how he took total control over me, but the sex was different when he was irritated. He would tease me all the time, keep me from coming and tempt me until I had the feeling that I was going crazy.
 - I hope Kinn won't let you sleep for a month - I growled, and Porsche snorted.
- So as always - he only replied, then looked into the mirror. - If you are so scared then let's just run away, they are not in the car now, let's just leave them here.
I opened my mouth in amazement, unable to comprehend whether Porsche had finally gone mad from this constant meetings with Tankhun, or whether he was deeply afraid of what would happen when he returned to house.
- Do you... - I began hesitantly. - Do you want me dead? Is that it?
- Don't be a chicken - Porsche only muttered, then pressed my leg which was on clutch and twisted the key until the engine chimed.
I sat with my mouth open, hands on the steering wheel, and I watched in the side mirror as Kinn and Vegas immediately looked at us. They said something to each other, and then Vegas narrowed his eyes and started walking towards me. I had a feeling that my lungs were short of air, I started repeating some syllables, unable to completely compose a sentence from them, and Porsche cursed, adding "good luck" and got out of the car.
- I told him we couldn't leave - he assured approaching Vegas, and I wanted to cry.
Porsche, you bastard, I won't forgive you, flashed through my head as a familiar silhouette sat down in the passenger seat.