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Viva Las Vegas (2P F.A.C.E. x Reader) Part I

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She got the invitation months ago. She felt herself getting hotter and on edge. She couldn’t sleep at night; she occupied herself in the kitchen and work, more than usual, and even started becoming a hermit. Matthew didn’t like it, not one bit. Her family, rather, her mother’s side of the family, didn’t like the idea that they got married in the first place, now it was nearing the big day, her uncle’s wedding. She was dreading it. She decided to go with Lovino to get something nice for the occasion. Matthew didn’t like seeing her like this. She was confident; she was calm, fuck she could get between a bat, a hockey stick, and a knife without a second thought, drive a getaway car, and go up against Al without a second thought. But this really frazzled her. Then again, family sucked that way.

“So what, you’re going?” said Maximo

“I’m not letting her alone this time. I don’t know what those fuckers did at that wedding shower bullshit but she came in tears and she refuses to tell me what happened,”

“Because she knows what you and Al would do,”

“Well they asked for it,”

“Just don’t kill them,”

“They’re not worth it. So can you get us a good room somewhere?”

“Yeah, give me a minute while I book,”

***
“Poppet! How are you?” Artie greeted _______ with a bright smile. She usually had a pleasant look on her face but today, she looked as though she was carrying the whole universe on her shoulders. She forced a smile but her eyes told otherwise. Instead of her vibrant (e/c) color eyes, there were dull (e/c) ones, they looked weak and weary as though she wasn't sleeping well.

“I’m good…”

“You don’t sound good,” she sighs and takes out a piece of paper.

“I need a favor. My future aunt wants me to order her cake for her,”

“Why can’t she do it?”

“Because she found out that my “father-in-law” owns a bakery and she insisted that I ask you to make a custom order cake,” Artie was the only one from the family who knew about the wedding shower incident. If it wasn’t for his promise to not do ANYTHING, there wouldn’t be ANYONE left to get married. She came into the bakery, when she got back into town, looking distraught and sad. He found out that her new “aunt’s” family was antisocial, arrogant filth, who took pride in humiliating her and her side of the family. She evil bitch started rumors that the reason why _______ got married and didn’t invite that many people was because it was an open marriage and she was the sex slave of her few family, that even though she was living happily and comfortably.

“You know I’ll only do it for you,”

“I know, here’s the money and here’s how she wants it,” Artie looked at it the specific directions. Since it was a beach themed wedding, she wanted it decorated specifically but the flavoring was simple enough, pistachio and chocolate mousse cake. _______ knew her bitchy new aunt probably did this because she thought Artie was a novice. It was to have blue icing, shells, starfish, and three tiers.

“Easy peasy!” said Artie grinning. He spies the bag she was carrying, “Please don’t tell me you bought a dress in those hideous colors!”

“No, if I’m going to buy a dress, I’m getting one I’d actually wear afterwards,” the colors that were the central theme of the wedding were horrendous. A blue that looked as though they took a lovely vibrant blue and bleach washed it until it was a pale messy teal looking blue, gray, and black, “When I told Lovino of the colors, he immediately helped me pick out something lovely,” she took it out. It was a 3/4 sleeve pixie skirt dress. Keeping with the beach them, it was a sea green.

“Oh that’s gorgeous! Hmmm I think I’ll borrow it from you and make it pink!” she giggled. He hugged her tightly, “That’s the spirit! Don’t be so sad!”

***
“What’s with you?” Francis looked up from his book. Artie sighs.

“Poppet is really sad about going to that wedding next week. I don’t even think she booked her trip yet,” Francis remembered when she was mopey for those few days. He didn’t care really but just the idea of her being somewhere and can’t defend herself piqued his interest. One and one, two on one, three on one was something she could handle but a whole group? Wasn’t fair to him.

“Why the fuck is she going then?”

“It’s her family, Francis,”

“So? Family is just a bunch of people whom you’re just happened to be related to,”

“Or married into,”

“I still don’t see why she’s going, I wouldn’t waste the fucking time, even after that shit they pulled last time,”

“Well she’s a part of the wedding as an usher. At least she’s included,” Artie then goes to his computer. He wasn't really computer savvy but he did his best, “Gee Wiz! Golly! Gosh Darn it!”

“Oy stop with the fucking fake swearing! What’s the matter with you?”

“I’m trying to see where we can stay in Las Vegas,”

“Vegas wedding?” his ears perked a bit.

“Yes! She’s going to Vegas,”

“I guess I’ll go,” said Francis. Artie squealed

“You’re giving her moral support? That’s so sweet of you!”

“Pfft fuck no, it’s Las Vegas,” Artie shook his head and decided to get help. He accessed his webcam. A freckle faced redheaded boy appeared on screen. He didn’t seem to notice that his webcam came on or that his favorite person was on screen.

“Petey?”

“Big Brother! Hi!” Peter beamed from the monitor, “How are you?!”

“I’m good dear! How are things?”

“Awful! I’m sick of being around water all day long! Is there any way I can see you for a month?”

“Soon! I’ll make the arrangements as soon as possible but right now, I need a favor from you,”

“Anything!”

“Can you find out if Mattie or _________ booked a hotel in Las Vegas?”

“Umm are you sure? Is it an emergency? I’m under truce, remember?”

“Yes dear, it’s an emergency and she’ll be absolutely grateful to you if you do,”

“Okay, give me a few minutes!” Peter disappeared. The door flung open. Alfred appeared and trudged through the house until he was at the kitchen and emerged with a plate of brownies.

“It’s nice to see you too, Alfie,” said Artie flatly.

“What? You called me over to get these and so I’m here. What’s up?”

“_______ is going to that Vegas wedding. We’re all going to give her moral support. Do you want to come?”  

“Vegas? Fuck yeah I’m going,” Artie rolls his eyes.

“You really want to gamble, don’t you?”

“It’s not only that! If _______ isn’t happy, then Mattie is unhappy, if he isn’t happy, he get meaner, when he gets meaner, he becomes more violent and when he gets more violent, he breaks and does overkill. No way is he’s fuckin’ me up worst than he does and plus, I’ve always wanted to fuck ten showgirls at once,”

“It’s overrated,” said Francis, “Cabaret women are fuckin’ demons in the sake,” Peter reappeared on the screen.

“I found their room, suite actually! He booked the Platinum Hotel and it has a kitchen!” Artie bounces happily. Francis sighs.

“Of course it does,”

“Your choice of one room or two rooms, a living room, a bathroom, a balcony, and a kitchen,”

“Okay!” said Artie smiling, “Book one! We can all share!”

“Book two,” said Francis. Artie smiles happily at him. He glared at him, “No, you and Alfred are sharing; I’m planning on spending my time fucking anything with two legs and a hole,”

“Why do you have to crude about it?!” said Artie blushing brightly, “At least we can still have Sunday supper together!” Alfred and Francis groaned.

“Don’t forget to bring me back something!” said Peter.

“What did you have in mind, Poppet?”

“I’ve always wanted a battle axe,”

“Done!”

***

“We’ll leave tomorrow early in the morning,” said Matthew that evening. ______ looked up. He said nothing more and continued eating his dinner.

“What are you talking about?”

“I booked us a suite at the Platinum Hotel, near the Flamingo where that wedding is going to be,”

“Mattie…you don’t have to come,”

“Look, I’m not fucking around this time. I’m not letting you come back home in the state that you were in last time, even if I have to murder a few people. I promised I’ll always be around to protect you and that’s what I’m fucking doing,” she was silent for awhile. Matthew met her family before. He didn’t care for many of them but her uncle and his girlfriend at time really pissed him off. He would insult _______ about everything and took pride in it. During Christmas, he told her she was getting fat and continued with the fat jokes until she just retreated into her room. He earned the nickname Uncle Bully for being the bastard that he is. Sarah, the girlfriend, was just as bad. One of those women who climbed the educational ladder and from then on, thought she was better than everyone near her. But since, ______came back from college, she was no longer the educated Queen Bee, therefore she scoffed and often brought up things she told her in confidence like travelling overseas. Matthew couldn’t let her go back to be eaten alive. She smiled at him, tears rolling down her cheeks.

“Thank you,”

“Whatever, besides, it’s Las Vegas, may as well have some fun while we’re there,”  

***
The drive to Vegas wasn’t that long. _______ brewed black coffee with maple syrup for the trip. They took turns driving, but Matthew did the majority. They left about five o’clock that morning and arrived there at around noon or so. They checked in early and went to their room.

“Matt this is gorgeous!”

“I guess,” she looked around. It was large and warm. They had a terrific view of the Strip from their window.

“Since you drove the whole way, I’ll make dinner, what did you have in mind?”

“Forget about it and just order room service,” said Matthew yawning, “I don’t want anything right now, I’m just going to take a nap,”

“Okay sweetie,” she pecks his cheek. He pulled her closer.

“But I can be persuaded to do something else,” he growled in her ear.

“Oh? Like what?”

“I don’t know, something involving you screaming my name while I lick and eat certain parts of you,” her face went red as he rolled on top of her and kissed her roughly. She kissed back and gently licked his neck. That was one of his sweet spots.

“I thought you were tired,”

“This will definitely tire me out,” Matthew took off his shirt. She blushed and licked up and down his torso softly. He smirked and started pulling off her top when there was a knock on the door. She looked up. Mattie glared but continued what he was doing. The knocking became louder and louder and louder until finally _____ got up. She grabbed her top and went to the door.

“I’ll only be a minute,”

“Put the fucking ‘Do Not Disturb’ up!” she nodded.

“Hello? ACK—!” she was tackled to the ground. She looked up to see a pair of large blue eyes looking at her, “Artie?!”

“_______!” he snuggled her close to him, “You’re here and you’re okay!”

“When did you get here? Why are you here? I mean I’m happy to see you, but why?”  

“Oh Poppet! We couldn’t let you go there alone! Besides, I brought the cake for her! Oh we’re so glad we found you!”

“We’re?”

“Francis and Alfred are here too! Oh is my Mattie in there?” Matthew got up and took one look at Artie.

“What the fuck are you doing here?!”

“Mattie!” Artie hugged him tightly as well. Matthew stiffened, still glaring. He pulled away and was greeted with the last person he wanted to see.

“Hi Mattie,” Alfred looked down at his brother’s pants, “Hi Little Mattie,”

“Go to hell you, son of a bitch!” Matthew glared with red cheeks. Alfred smirked at him.

“What’s the matter, Matt? Upset that you’re cockblocked?”

“Fuck you!”

“The only way to cure blue balls unless you want to slip into the bathroom. No one will judge you, only me and just know, I will fuckin’ tease you about it,”

“Humph, last time I checked, I’m Matthew Williams not Alfred Jones. I’m not desperate,”

“Oh! Where shall we go first?!” said Artie, “There’s a chocolate factory, there’s the circus, oh we can go to Hoover Dam together! Oh maybe a cookery shop—,”

“Well you have fun with that, I’m going to the tables,” said Francis grabbing ______’s arm, “Let’s go,”

“Umm…okay,”

“Why does she get to go?” said Alfred.

“Because it’s a two man job and Matthew already knows my secrets,”

“Why don’t you teach me anything like that?!”

“Because you don’t know when to quit and I hate you,”

***
They walked towards the Imperial Palace casino. While walking, Francis filled her in to what they were going to that night.  

“Okay, listen up, because I’m only saying this once. The first and honest way when shooting craps. You have to hit the wall just right in order to get a seven. However, the second and dishonest way is to have a loaded pair. How you get a loaded pair is by shaving this end on one and this end on the other. But to ensure you always when you need a partner, that’s where you come in. You have a honest face therefore, if you join the table, no one will think twice that it’s a scam. I’ll shave the dice and we’ll keep rolling, you quit when I give you the signal, then we’ll keep going until I lose until I lose, then we get out of there. Understand?”

“Yes,” Francis hid a piece of sandpaper under his sleeve and sanded each die the way he wanted. Then he and ________ proceeded to clean table after table after table in every section of the casino before moving to another one. Before they left, he’d switch them with a standard one and kept the loaded pair for himself. After a couple of hours, they relaxed at a cabaret lounge nearby. She had a wallet full of money tickets to cash. She never seen a burlesques show before. She blushed as full figured beautiful women danced on stage. She and Francis toasted to their “luck” and enjoyed the show. At the end, one of them, a beautiful one with large breasts, ruby red lips, blue eyes, and dark hair sat in from of Francis. He smirked and took her leg and rubbed it up and down. She blushed coyly at him. He grinned. _______ blushed and turned her head from the pair. Francis tossed her a few bundles, “Get lost, catch a cab and go home,”

“Okay. See you tomorrow,” he waved her away. But she caught glimpsed of a bit of his conversation.

Mon chérie, do the words, S&M, mean anything to you?”

“Of course, mon amour, just like B&D,” She yawns. She was about ready to join Matthew in bed. But knowing him; he’s probably at the tables himself. She remembered the spa. A massage would be nice, oh maybe a facial! She can always get massaged by Mattie. She reddens. His were always the best. Her thoughts were interrupted when someone opened the door to her cab and jumped in.

“STEP ON IT!” the cabbie drove fast. She looked over to see Alfred.

“What are you doing here?!”

“Gambling, FASTER cockhole!” the cabbie drove on. She could see in the back, men yelling and threatening them from behind. Alfred grinned. She saw that his bat has fresh blood on it, he had a large sack of money, he had blood splattered all over him and he looked pleased with himself. She placed two and two together.

“I really don’t understand you,” she said glaring at him, “There’s LEGAL gambling in Vegas and you’re going into the back alleys to gamble and chance death. WHY?!”

“Live a little doll,” he said smirking at her, “Glad I ran into ya. I need ya,”

“If you’re using me as a bargaining chip, I’ll kill you,”

“Nah, nah not this time. You can count and observe shit as fast as I can. The game is dominos and you’re going to be my partner!” Dominos was a strategic game involving quick counting, a strong partner, and thinking. Alfred was good at thinking and reading next play and locking the board when things didn’t go well in his favor. She was okay at the game. She only played it for fun. Mom always said that ex cons, sailors, and other unsavory people played dominos and that it was primarily a man’s game. Dad of course showed her how to play. Her job was to make plays for him and block a few as well. Everything was going well, too well. They weren’t cheating but she could feel the atmosphere growing thick.

“Another fucking game,” said a skin head looking at them. _____ shuffled the dominoes on the table. They were in a dive bar outside of the Strip.

“Not my fuckin’ fault you can’t see,” said Alfred smirking, “Next game winner takes all,”

“Deal you little fuck,” he opened the game with a double five. It progressed as normal. Soon, they won again. Alfred bagged his loot in a sack. She got up and went to him. One of the men grabbed her wrist. She glared, “I say you two fucking cheated,”

“How could we cheat motherfucker if you were watchin’ us the whole time,” the man squeezed tighter.

“I ain’t lettin’ her go until you give us back our money and whatever else you got,” Alfred smirked.

“DUCK!” she ducks as Alfred’s bat connected with their skulls. The rest of the men took notice and they went after the pair. Alfred laughed and swung, kicked, and started to make a neat little pile of bloody bodies on the ground. ______, on the other hand, used her stun gun to subdue most of them. Soon they heard cars and motorcycles screeching to the back of the bar. Alfred grabbed her hand and they ran out the front. He flagged down a taxi and they got away.

“Where the hell did you meet those guys?!”

“They’re ex cons, some of them on their third strike. They always have a lot of cash and shit around,”

“I’m going to kill you, I swear it,”

“Relax babe, let’s get something to eat, my treat,”

***
“Told you I’d make it up to you,” after outrunning a group of ex cons, they found themselves at a club in the middle of Vegas. Al slipped the bouncer a hundred and they were in the VIP section of the club. No one knew who they were but since Al was brimming with confidence and boyish attitude, everyone assumed he was famous. Basically everything they ate or drank was on the house.

“This was really nice of you,”

“What? I can be nice sometimes,”

“That’s the keyword, sometimes,” he laughed.

“Can’t help it, I’m a villain, dollface,”

“A smart one at that,” she said laughing. He took gave her her cut of the winnings just as two cute women approached their table. Alfred had sent a bottle of wine to them. ______took that as her cue to leave. Now it was official. It was time for her to relax and get some sleep. In order to get to the elevator, she had to cut through the casino. She yawned and maneuvered her way through. She cashed her tickets in.

“Oh there you are!” she looks up. Artie was beaming at her from his perch at the slots. He accumulated a pretty large sum of money from just sitting there and betting and losing, “I was wondering, would you like to join me?”

“At the slots?”

“No, no silly billy! Circus, Circus is still opened! I really wanna ride the rollercoaster!” she smiled. At least that didn’t involve her life being in danger. By the time she got back to the room, she was exhausted. Matthew was in the living room watching the game. She sat down and curled up next to him.

“Hey you,” he said smiling.

“Did you hit the tables too?”

“Yeah, got bored after awhile,”

“Why didn’t you go with Artie or Alfred?”

“Artie wanted to go on one of those fucking rollercoasters, didn’t want to do that, I wasn’t about to go anywhere near shit stain and his stupid shit, so I just fucked around downstairs then decided to catch the game until you got back,”

“Aww you waited for me, like a wife,” he ruffled her hair.

“No back talk or I’ll make you wear those assless chaps for a week,”

“You wouldn’t!”

“Wanna bet. And you know how much I love open access,”

“I’ll be good,” he smirked. She was good spirits right now. He just hoped she could survive tomorrow. He wrapped an arm around her.

“Mattie…I’m really nervous about tomorrow,” she said softly.

“Don’t be, you’ll be okay,”

“I know but—,”

“I promise you, everything will be okay. I’ll be right there when you need me, you won’t be alone this time,” she smiled and pecks his lips before drifting off to sleep.
Okay here's Part I of this fic. I've been stressed out all weekend and this story actually hit really close to home for me so I decided to write something relaxing but emotionally cleansing. This is Part I and Part II will explain the rest. This was really hard to write, why? Some of the elements in this was true and happened a few months ago. So I decided to turn it into a fic to get all of my deep seed anger out a bit. Fair warning, part II will be very graphic and very bloody so if that type of thing makes you feel squeamish, please don't read. Seriously. Okay with that out of the way, Enjoy and forgive the mistakes.

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