Taming The Las Vegas Playboy

Stefan closed the door. Ben carried Summer in his arms.

"What is it?" He asked with a serious voice.

"It's about John. "

Ben answered. Stefan nodded and they walked to the office.

"John's pub was set on fire. But the waiters saw when the fire started, so they put it off in time. But part of the back of the pub was burned badly, a lot of damage. "

Ben reported to the boss.

"Who did this? And what for?"

Stefan asked in a serious tone. Ben and James knew this boss's tone. That he was boiling inside.

"Threatened. The waiters said it's Bernardo's men. But I don't think so, boss. "James said.

"I think it's Bruno again. Bruno wants the two sides to kill each other. He knows that the pub is about to be yours. "

Ben added. His tall body stood in the arms of his fierce eyes.

"The bastard is daring to play with me again! Since he doesn't want to leave me alone. I will jump in and teach him some good expensive lessons!" Stefan said. His eyes went dark.

"When, boss?" James asked.

"Tonight! "

He snarled under his teeth gritted. James and Ben look at each other. The boss just got hurt from the fight even if it was not much but they didn't want him to be worse than this.

"Um ... I'll send our people to look at the pub but you don't have to go, boss. I think you should stay at home because you're injured. "

James said with good intentions. Stefan turned to look at his followers. The eyes glittered with resentment. Even knowing that his men said because they were worried about him.

"I am your boss! I am not a coward to hide behind anybody's back! How could I send you to fight while I am at home? If we have to walk through bullet or fire, we will wade through it together! Stefan gave his bodyguards a harsh voice.

"But I think we can manage. You are not fit at the moment, boss."

Ben supported his friend. Stefan sent a dark glare to him.

"If you know me well, just cut the shit off and shut the fuck up! Get ready for tonight! "

The dark voice ordered. James and Ben bowed as a sign of acceptance and high respect. They knew that the boss was berserk, not taking advantage of anyone. When they had to fight, he always led ahead of his men. Never afraid of death. Never left his followers behind. They both loved and respect the masculinity and leadership of Stefan Mackenzie.

Wirata stood there listening behind the door and heard the whole story. This madman was going to fight again! And he just had bruised all over his body. He couldn't even walk straight an hour ago!

What should she do with him?!

It looked like his life cycle would be like this forever! Wirata sneaked back into her room and called her mother.

"Hi, mam."

"Where are you, honey? You said you would come to see me today, so are you coming or not?"

Her mother greeted and asked.

"Um, sorry, mother. I have a little urgent business. Sorry that I didn't call earlier. Are you at home or at the restaurant? "

Wirata looked at the time. It was two p.m. The restaurant opened every day. Usually, her mother and the store manager would go to prepare the shop before it opened for the service.

"Still at home, honey, because I think you would come here. "

"Uh ... Where is Uncle John?" Wirata hurried to ask for what she wanted to know.

"John went to the pub since early morning. Why?"

Wirata listened to her mother's tone. It indicated that she hadn't heard about the fire yet. John probably didn't call her because he was afraid his wife would be worried or might be scared of being berated because he seemed to get into too much trouble these days.

"Mam, please call Uncle John, tell him to come home. Don't let him go anywhere tonight. "

From hearing that three men talked about teaching to Bruno's lessons. Wirata didn't know where they would go, but Wirata wanted to keep her stepfather away from this.

Even if he himself was the one who caused her to be in this situation but Weerata knew that John was not a bad man by nature. He did it because he got stuck in a gambling loop and couldn't find a way out.

If he could have completely washed his hands, her mother would be very happy. Wirata would try to find the way. This time, the pub seemed to have to be temporarily closed until the repair was restored to be in used again. She might have to do it herself. Let john stop and let her tried.

But however, Wirata brushed the idea off her mind because the immediate issue was ... the daredevil would go out tonight ...

Was it necessary to get hurt again? ... Who is Bruno?

"May I have uncle John's number, please?"

Even though he was her stepfather, but Wirata had not been involved with him too much. Her mother tried to keep her close to her and be away for John because she was afraid he would pull her in trouble. But in the end, she was in big trouble because of him!

"Why do you want it?"

"Uh ... I want to talk to him about the pub business. Uncle John made a deal with Stefan. I want to know the details. Because I must talk to Stefan about debt."

Wirata told the mother briefly. The mother listened to her daughter, she could feel something not right.

"You're fine, honey? Is he good? Is he bullying you? "

The voice was so worried. Wirata was quiet for a minute and sighed.

"He's okay, mam. But I want to clear everything with him Please give me uncle John's phone number. "

Wirata didn't want her mother to worry. The truth was that Stefan not so terrible at the moment. She prayed that he would be like this every day.

When she got John's number, Wirata called him.

"Who is Bruno?"

Wirata asked to get the information she was looking for.

"The owner of the Caesar Grand Casino. Why do you ask?"

John was sitting looking at the damage of the pub. At this time, the firefighter has gone already. He gave evidence to the police as the owner. Initially, he lied that it might be a short circuit. The man sighed, feeling stressed and heavy in both his brain and mind.

"May I have Bernado's phone number, please?"

Wirata was planning something in her mind. John gave it to her. John sighed. In his heart, he felt very guilty for the innocent girl to suffer because of him like this.

"You should go home, Uncle John. Staying there would make you more uncomfortable. The pub is closed because it has to wait for the insurance to handle. Now, don't get stress. Go back to m other, Uncle. "

Wirata spoke in a soft voice. She heard him sighing many times.

"Can you promise me that you will stop all kinds of gambling? It only makes you fall harder and suffer. " Wirata continued.

"But I still have debt Wine. The reason I play at the moment, it is because I need money to pay off the debt. If I get it then I will quit. "

That was the intention at this time.

"If I say I will do it myself. I just ask you to stop and go home to be with my mother. She worried about you. "

"Can you see the way? Because I can't. Both Stefan and Bernardo are my biggest problems now. The pub and house are about to slip away, "

he murmured in a discouraged tone.

"I will find the way. You quit gambling. It's for your own good ... Living the rest of your life in peace with my mother. Help her at the restaurant if you are afraid that you will get bored. "

Wirata said with great hope. John raised his hand and touched the eyes to avoid tears. Feeling imbued with the sincerity and good hope of the young girl.

"But I was the one who made everything worse. I should be responsible for it. I can't just throw a burden on you. I feel so ashamed. "

"Well, since you tried to solve the problem, and it didn't work. Then let go of the hands. I will do it for you. You just stop gambling and live the life you should live. Be happy with what you have. "

She gave him a piece of advice.

John listened with a long sigh. A young girl just twenty-two years old but she could think deeply and wisely.

Now she was with Stefan. He was an extraordinary man.

John might have to listen to her this time since he couldn't really do anything.

The path seemed very gloomy for him at this moment.