Kylie's POV
After cleaning the dining room and again throwing away the food I suffered to prepare, now I see why houses help kill their employer.
I sat in the passenger seat of Vegas's car. I thought we would both sit in the car but I was surprised when Vegas drove out of the compound.
"I don't think I'm allowed to leave the premises," I tried to stop Vegas.
"Trust me, he won't do anything," Vegas reassured me.
"Okay, but I will definitely kill you if he does something," I threatened playfully, making Vegas chuckle.
"I'm sorry about what you had to witness inside, that's how us brothers fight it out," Vegas lowered the volume of the car music.
"It's no problem but do you mind sharing?" I placed my hands on him, giving him im a light squeeze.
"There is nothing much to share, it's ju
