Vegas felt like something was amiss. It’s at this point that his victims are usually freaking the fuck out. This guy? Way too calm to be some naïve twit. It didn’t make Vegas nervous, per se, but he knew better than to let down his guard. Either this guy wasn’t who they thought he was or he’s been through this before…

“Which of ‘em might want you dead?” Maybe a better question. Maybe not.

As the mere thug of the family, Vegas didn’t often get all the details. The main branch knew he was good what he did. Unfortunately, no one told him what they wanted from this guy, specifically. What’s he supposed to do, just babysit?

“I’m just here to look after you until dear old dad tells me what we actually want from you.”