Chapter Text
Vegas had a day off.
He had finished filing all his paperwork, the business deal he was working on needed to be left for a few days, so the bastard he was working with could feel the heat, and other than that, he was blissfully unoccupied with work.
So today, he was lounging on a couch, behind the house on the massive patio.
Yeah, this was nice. He was just going to relax, enjoy life, maybe indulge in a glass of wine because alcohol didn’t conflict with any of his current medications.
His only obligation today was to chill, scroll through his phone, maybe make a mean comment on his cousin’s social media posts and-
The door to the patio slammed open, revealing Porchay Kittisawat, absolutely fuming, even as Macau and a major family bodyguard tried to forcibly haul him back into the house.
Chay marched towards him, with hardened determination.
“P’Vegas,” He huffed, arms crossed across his chest as he loomed over Vegas.
Vegas shaded his eyes from the sun and chose to ignore the fact that Chay was most definitely wearing a shirt two sizes too big that Vegas had absolutely seen Kim wearing the previous Saturday, at a family meeting.
“Mornin’, Chay,” Vegas replied, in a cheerful tone. “I’m assuming you’re not here for the pool?”
“No, P’Vegas, I am, most certainly, not.” Chay snapped, in a harsh tone.
Either something horrific had happened, or Kim had done something wrong again, because Chay was acting in that way he always did when he believes that he’s suffered, unduly, under some egregious offense.
He unceremoniously shoved his phone into Vegas’s face, causing Vegas to recoil back from him, to try and get a better look at it.
It was an Instagram post, that was a picture of a beach, with small, white text overlaid onto it, stating ‘living my best single life’, made by an account simply titled, ‘better.than.bentley’, which Vegas recognized as Porsche’s username.
“Hia told me that Kinn had said something mean about you, that led to a greater issue and now we’re here.” Chay explained. “So, I thought you might know where he is.”
Vegas sighed, pushing the phone away and sitting up, before pinching the bridge of his nose between his thumb and forefinger.
So much for that day off.
“I do not, Chay, but rest assured, I’ll find him for you.” Vegas said, forcing the exasperation out of his voice.
Is Porsche
really
fake breaking up with Kinn right now?
Like, right now? He couldn’t’ve waited until Vegas was swamped with work, and thus too busy to drag into his bullshit?
They had talked about it briefly, when Porsche had confessed that he and Kinn were faking a relationship, but Porsche was starting to catch real feelings. They also discussed the bet Porsche had with Tankhun, about whether or not Kinn also had feelings for Porsche.
At that moment, Porsche had laughed, in that nervous way he sometimes does and said, ‘I wonder, do you think he’d come looking for me if I broke up with him and ran away?’, and of course, the answer was going to be yes.
But Porsche, when planning this escapade, didn’t factor in his little brother, and how Chay had decided that Vegas was the coolest, most badass person he knew, so obviously, Vegas would be able to find Porsche. Mix in the fact that Chay couldn’t ask anyone but Vegas for help, without getting Kinn involved, and here you have the perfect formula to ruin Vegas’s day off.
“Here, P’Pete will help you,” Chay grinned, pushing the major family bodyguard towards him.
Vegas glanced at him, the words to dismiss him and say he didn’t need help beginning to form in his head, before immediately dying in his throat.
Pete was gorgeous, if you looked past the, sorta, ‘hamster-in-the-headlights’ expression on his face at the moment, but even then, that was cute and endearing.
So, instead of casting him aside, Vegas decided he would gladly accept this gesture of goodwill from his future cousin-in-law.
“Thank you
so
much, Chay,” Vegas said, with a sickeningly sweet tone, as he kept his eyes locked on Pete. “I’m sure he’ll be…
Very
helpful.”